Dance with her

With a look at Vanessa, you lead Brooke onto the floor. As soon as she starts to dance it's evident that she's drunk. At first she pushes clumsily against you, in a clumsy parody of Vanessa's earlier graceful eroticism, but after a few moments she gives up any attempt to dance and just wraps her arms around your neck and grinds her pelvis against you, nibbling at your ear.

"I was hoping you'd be here," she whispers, slurring her words slightly. "I've been thinking of you since yesterday. Thinking about your cock. You should give me a try. I love older men. What do you say we slip away and make each other happy."

You glance over and see Vanessa watching the two of you, biting her lip.

"That might be a touch awkward. Vanessa is just over there."

"I don't care. It's pledge dance. She has to share with her sorority sisters. And I want you. What do you say, Mr. Whatsisname? I tell her she has to share and we go find a room and fuck each other's brains out. You can fuck my tight little pussy as much as you want."