Yes, she convinces Gwen

“Can you explain it to me again?”, Gwen requested. Her tone fell right at the intersection of concerned and confused. She was sitting on her bed, watching as Izzy rifled through her yet-unpacked suitcase. Izzy needed to find the right outfit: something that said I know my worth, while also honestly admitting I would sell my soul for a crumb of cock.

“It’s just a little get-together. A way for new students to make some friends, y’know?”, Izzy said, choosing her phrasing carefully. It wasn’t entirely a lie…

“You said it was a party…”, Gwen accused. Izzy regretted having opened with that particular choice of word—though Gwen’s squeaking, red-flushed reaction had been fun.

“I mean, ‘party’ versus ‘get-together’; all just the same thing really”, Izzy said dismissively. She pulled out a gauzy crop top, and cocked her head in consideration, then put it back.

Gwen frowned behind Izzy’s back.

“But what if there’s… you know…”

“What?”

Gwen looked around furtively, then hissed, “Things like ****! Or drinking! I’m not nineteen yet; I doubt you are either!”

Izzy rolled her eyes, inspecting a mini-skirt, and replied, “So what if there are? You can just leave if there’s something you don’t want to be doing. Either way, you won’t know unless you at least go there first.”

Gwen paused. It wasn’t a bad point.

“Well… I suppose you’re ri—”

“A-ha!”, Izzy cried, holding up a white tube-top and matching booty-shorts. “Perfect…”

Gwen’s face went the same color as the outfit.

Alpha Pi Beta was located in a somewhat uncharming residential zone. Full of closely packed houses in an almost British style, it was the kind of place that in the States would be assumed to have a greatly overbearing homeowner’s association. The frat house itself was one of the bigger ones on the street. It had a single large tree on the small front lawn, a large porch, and a thoroughly over-packed driveway.

It also had music booming out of it that was so loud they’d started hearing well over a block away. Gwen fidgeted apprehensively as they approached.

“I’m really not sure about this Izzy. This doesn’t seem like the kind of place I should be…”

“Oh come on. It won’t hurt you to just take a peek”, Izzy responded, her tone forcedly innocuous.

Gwen bit her lip, teetering on indecision. She crossed her arms beneath her oversized breasts, causing them to push up in a way that was once again totally unfair!

“I… I guess…”, she finally said, albeit noncommittal.

“Great!”, Izzy chirped, and practically shoved Gwen up the drive before the nervous coed could change her mind. The door was already open as they went up the porch steps, and Izzy drove them over the threshold, using speed as her weapon to counter Gwen’s hesitation.