Gretchen explains their second and final exam.

“If you are curious, we are not going to test your legal skills. Both of you are unquestionably qualified sex crime defense lawyers, and we have made sure of that during our initial selection.” Grethen outlines some backgrounds for the candidates.

“Our second exam is perhaps a little special. Our previous legal expert in the sorority’s overtly zealous obsession with men not only harmed her efficiency as a lawyer, but also cost her her life. She practically gave herself away to an Albanian human trafficking ring in New Mexico, you see.” Gretchen clears her throat, “this is why your second exam focuses on control. We will test your ability of balancing between your own sexual urges and your duties at the sorority. The sorority comes first always, as long as no man’s lives are at risk. Your job as a lawyer is indispensable for the sorority, stay clear-headed for the greater good. Don't be overly obsessed with men.”

Gretchen looks at Meredith in contempt, and sighs: “This second exam is designed based on the fact that both candidates should, SHOULD, have passed the ideological purity exam. My professionalism is holding me back from having you gutted right here, Meredith. Let that sink in.” Meredith visibly shakes in fear. She only now realizes the level of deep shit she put herself in.

“I can’t wait to see you dead, nasty bitch.” Meredith hears a sweet voice suddenly speaking into her right ear. She is spooked to see it was Erica who slowly creeped over from the other side of the couch and whispered to her. Erica’s arms are delightfully tucked between her legs like a child. She is looking at her with a pair of sweet innocent eyes harboring her impulses to ****.

“Juuust giving her a little pep talk, hope you guys don’t mind.” Erica winks at Gretchen. Gretchen smiles back at her, knowing very well what Erica just whispered to Meredith: “That is very kind of you. Now, let me clarify the logistics for the second exam…”

Meredith raises her trembling hand and interrupts: “Excuse me…madam Gretchen. I want to surrender, I give up. Erica can have the job.” She grabs onto her explosive collar, trying to remove it, “since I haven’t completed your exams yet, you can let me go, right?” Meredith almost pisses herself out of the immense pressure.

A sharp tip of a cold object touches Meredith’s skin, as her head is pulled back by her hair. Johanna looks at her from above, smiling at her maliciously: “Of course you can quit, darling. You can leave the room and have your head explode or I can gut you alive and harvest your organs instead. Which shall it be, sister?”

“I’ll take the exam…Please don’t hurt me…” Meredith raises her both hands uncontrollably, her excessive makeup is half-smeared by her nervous sweat.

“Alright, so like I said your second exam is all about self-control. You will be sent to our designated enclosed chambers, accompanied by the sorority’s beneficiaries. You will be fed narcotics and aphrodisiacs, and the beneficiaries will engage in sexual activities with you. Within 30 minutes, you need to open the iron door by picking the lock. The lockpicks are worn on our beneficiaries’ necks as accessories.” Gretchen finishes explaining the rules, as 6 men, all very hung and muscular, walked through two rooms attached to the sorority’s gathering place.

“Wait, wait, I don’t know how to lockpick.” Meredith frantically stands up and almost falls from her ridiculous platform heels. The men are already grabbing her. The sorority members ignore her yapping.

“PLEASE! I don’t know how to lockpick! HOW DO I LOCKPICK???” The crying Meredith is dragged inside one of the iron chambers, and the door is shut.

On the other hand, Erica sneakily pulls out a vibrator from inside her vagina she put in there hours before the meeting. “Hope this doesn’t count as cheating. I knew there’d probably be some kind of sex exercise so I lubed myself properly…” Gretchen smiles at Erica and nods in approval.

Erica goes to the other room quietly, not squirming at all and even flirts with the three men accompanying her: “I’m already lubed, cowboys. Take it easy on me, okay?” One reaps what one sows. The men don’t have to violently drag Erica in the room like they had to with Meredith.

“Start the timer.” Gretchen signals Camilla. “And tell Erica’s team to go easy on her. She’s the one.”

“I knew you would make the right choice.” Camilla nods and speaks through her pager: “Guys, she’s the one, go easy on her and hand her the lockpicks. Of course, have fun before you do that.”

“Erica’s so cool! I got a feeling I’m gonna be friends with her.” Johanna sits down and enjoys the sound of Meredith’s screams in the other room. “But wait, what if she doesn’t know how to lockpick, either?” Johanna looks at Gretchen.

“She knows, I saw it in her eyes.” Gretchen smirks.