Observe my camp

You awake that morning to the large empty room of your wood and brick hovel. In the other room you can hear the soft snores of several of your daughters who have yet to wake up. Vera serves you your breakfast this morning, and you wolf is down greedily. Venturing outside your sturdy hovel you see your well defended camp is almost bustling, with gangs of your freshman-esque daughters strolling about camp, competing with each other in petty social games. Despite your best efforts, your daughters are barely keeping to par with your newly imposed dress code for the camp. Even the most modest of your ever developing daughters is showing far too much skin than would have ever been appropriate back in your era. As you pass one of the larger groups of your girls they stop talking before erupting in laughter after you pass, making you insanely curious what they were just discussing. The dormitory you are constructing for your daughters is almost finished, you should be done within the next couple of days now!