Beta Tau Upsilon (normal social sorority)

Dr. Melissa Pario was quickly able to piece together who was who by the women bickering and laughing with each other.

Elizabeth was a tall and toned platinum Blonde, standing a respectable 5'10", thin with B-cup breasts. She was currently standing with nothing but a towel wrapped around her while she waited to have use of the bathroom. "Hey, hurry up you guys, other people need to get in there too!" She complained, somewhat playfully.

Aileen, or just 'Allie' to her friends, was one of the women occupying the two sinks in the bathroom, working on curling her hair while staring at the reflection of her freckled face as she stood there with a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was a fiery red, she stood about 5'7", and sported a C-cup. "Whatever, Liz, last one up is last one in here."

Karen took up the other spot in the bathroom, working on straightening her hair. She stood in her bright red panties and bra, showing her tall physique, her current attire complimenting her ebony toned skin. She was almost 6 foot, her D-cup breasts and firm ass accentuated at the moment by her lack of clothing. "Yeah, Liz, when did you even get back last night? Must have had a great time with... what was his name?" Karen half mocked Elizabeth.

"Oooh, oooh, I know, it was Jake!" came a shout from below. The voice originated from a petite woman of asian descent. Her naturally black hair already back in a ponytail, she was walking across the living room underneath the overhang the other three were up on, wearing jeans but only a peach colored bra up top over her A-cup breasts. She was short, at only around 5'2". "If he had been talking to me like that, you guys would still be wondering where I was," she laughed.

"Ahhh, Julie, leave her alone, we've all been in that situation," came a shout from one of the bedrooms upstairs. In there was a latina woman putting on her black top over a long, tight fitting skirt. She was about an average height, 5'6", but sported some serious curves in all the right places, as her tight fitting clothes made clear to all around her. "Well... maybe not Cassie," she added.

"Pffft, I get more than you do, Vanessa," Cassie contested Vanessa's remark from the other bedroom. A short 5'4" black woman with braids was trying to find something to wear over her matching black panties and B-cup bra.

"It doesn't count if they don't have a dick, Cass," a voice from the kitchen shouted, joining the conversation.

"But... what about..." Cassie was about to offer an alternative metric before she was cut off.

"No, fake ones don't count either!"

"Ah, come on, Veronica, that's not fair!" Cassie argued.

"Tough," Veronica said firmly, pulling some Orange Juice out of the fridge. She was wearing a white blouse over some blue jeans, already in her short black heels. With raven black hair flowing over her shoulders, she looked like something out of a fashion magazine, standing at a respectable 5'9". "Come on guys, am I the only one fully dressed?" veronica asked, dreading the answer.

Julie walked in, took the Orange Juice out of Veronica's hands, and poured herself a glass. "I'm mostly dressed," she giggled.

"Try again, go find a shirt," Veronica quipped.

"Why would I do that when I could go lay out on the patio?" she asked. It was unseasonably warm after all.

"Out in the open, where any guy looking out a window can see you?" Veronica tried to talk some sense into her.

"Only the guys looking out from another sweet room like this..." and Julie walked through the Dining Room, opened up the sliding glass door and left it ajar as she went to go lay on a lawn chair in her jeans.

"Oooookay..." Veronica muttered to herself, she always was a weird one.

(Note: Once again, feel free to add onto the story. The only requirement is that the characters all meet some sort of fate from the Towerlings.)