Yes

The notion that his actions might have deprived Alice of something tore Mr. Clemon to shreds. His intention had always been for her to be bound to him in a way that enriched his life, never to diminish it.

Fueled by a storm of emotions, he drove directly to the office of the Greek life counselor, flinging the door open with a resounding thud that echoed down the hallway. "Isn't it against the law for anyone other than her master to punish a **** unless she needs retraining from the police?" he demanded, his voice as sharp as breaking glass.

The elderly female counselor peered down at Mr. Clemon through her thick, slightly smudged spectacles, her expression a mask of professional calm. "It's customary to introduce oneself before shouting in someone's face," she replied in a measured tone, her voice carrying the weight of experience. "I suggest you start there before I have you removed."

Mr. Clemon's frustration flared, his face flushed with indignation as he growled, "I am an alumnus concerned that you're violating the law." With a swift, decisive motion, he slapped down five sorority flyers onto her desk, the papers fanning out like cards in a magician's trick,each sheet fluttering to rest like a playing card revealing a secret. "Look at these. They all state that enslaved women are not welcome. That certainly reads like a punishment to me!"

The counselor, a woman with a stern yet indifferent facade, didn't even glance at the fliers. Her lips curled into a saccharine smile. "Oh, dearest me." she drawled with exaggerated concern, which does little to hide her dismissive nature. "I see where the confusion is now. Sororities are allowed to have

traits by which young ladies have to have for them to join. Just like being a math major can be a

trait, being not enslaved is a trait. And all the ones you have shown here have selected that trait. But if you wish to have an enslaved lady join a sorority, I can point you in the direction of at least one sorority that will take her."

Mr. Clemon's scuffed shoes shifted on the polished floor as he retorted, "I am well aware of that sorority and its requirement to submit a DBSM video to the brother fraternity to join."

The counselor gave Mr. Clemon a crooked smile, her lips curling with a hint of condescension. "All enslaved women are whores. So that should not be a problem."