An Hour Later...

You continue to flitter around, wasting time for quite a bit of time as you smoke, trying to get accustomed to your new look. You try to sit girly, crossing your legs to hide a view up your skirt, while giggling girlishly at jokes rather than actually laughing. Finally though, the party begins to start, and Saoirse decides all you girls need to make your entrance. With that, you move out and head to the third floor.

Impressively, it seems pretty much every single room on the floor has been taken over by the party. Seeing as no single dorm room is large enough for a party, the entire floor has been converted.

"Well done, Saoirse," you say. "This is really well organized."

"Thanks, Jacqueline," Saoirse smiles. "Also, change that voice pitch. You're supposed to be a pretty girl, not a whore."

"Got it," you say sheepishly.

"Grace, you're on layout. Where is everything?"

" Drinks are back in that room, chips and such are there, the dance floor's in there and there, punch there, private rooms are there and there," Grace says, before winking at you. "I know one girl who's going to end up in the private rooms."

"Oh, I don't...!" you hurry to say, before Ashley quiets you with a kiss.

"Don't worry, we'll find you a pretty boy. You don't even have to do anything. Well, you go mingle. We'll keep a close eye on you, don't you worry."

With that, the girls disperse, leaving you awkwardly standing there.