It's huge, like Lati's bust!

Lati's room is actually enormous, well, for underclass sorority standards, it is enormous. Four proper walls and a California-king sized bed in one of them, a full length desk and nightstand, a mini-fridge, an entire side covered in built-in-bookshelves, a sizable area with a Pelaton fitness bike, multiple closets, and then a beaded curtain area just behind the entering door, ostensibly housing another area, probably where Lati smokes, lounges, and Netflixes and chills.

"Wow," you whistle. "Not just you, your room is slamming, too."

"Thanks." The petite but buxom brunette smiles an innocent smile- she is a master of being flirtatious without being outwardly so. "Oh, but shoes off please. I like the Japanese style, it helps keep the room clean."

Kicking off your shoes, you notice that the room is remarkably clean and tidy, too. There's a bit of a pile in her laundry basket, but by college girl standards? This place is immaculate. Dressed in sweats and her hoodie, Lati looks and acts slovenly, but maybe she has someone clean her room for her? And it is huge. You notice part of the room is brick and stone, but the area near the beaded curtain (and behind it) is solid rock, hewn in the colonial style. The other girls in this wing were crammed 2 or 3 to a room, but Lati seems to have this one all to herself?

"I shared it with my pledge sister last year," Lati explains. "But she had a rough spring and had to drop out over the summer. When I had my ex take down the bunk beds, we discovered there was an entire area walled up behind it. It's now the Chill Zone."

You go to take a look behind the beaded curtain, but Lati stops you, putting her hand on your chest and rubbing up against you (needless, but totally welcome!). "No peeking! Man, don't you have any manners?" Teasing you, Lati trails her hand down your pecs before pulling away nonchalantly.

"Well, I--"

VRRRR. You are cut off by the vibrating of Lati's phone buzzing.

It's an incoming video call and Lati looks at the screen in excitement. "Oh, my, god!" She looks up at you with her angelic, beautifully framed face and gives you this puppy dog look that could melt a Marvel villain's heart of stone. "This is my cousin over at Bay College, let me take it, I'll be right back."

You're certainly not going to protest but... is this babe so naive as to leave a total stranger (and a **** dealer at that) alone in her room?

"Just hang tight, help yourself to the fridge, too. I will be right back!" Lati doesn't even wait for a response. Slipping on her shoes, she exits the door, eagerly, but wags a finger at you playfully as she closes the door behind her:

"Just no peeking, 'kay?"