Snoop around

Time to see how the cool girls live. Everyone knows that you have no privacy in CCL House anyway. You just have to be like a ninja. You check out Amy’s desk, where you find nothing interesting, but her laptop is turned on… but it’s locked with a four-digit PIN.

Hmm. You sit in Amy’s chair, thinking about it, peering around the room. Amy doesn’t have posters or artwork on her walls, just group photos of former cohorts of CCL girls. Some of them are even in black and white. But is it Amy’s choice to have the room like this, or is the leader of the sorority always supposed to kind of make a big deal about CCL history?

Well, CCL was founded in 1905.

You enter those numbers, and it works! You’re in. Amy’s wallpaper is a group pic that must be a year or two out of date, because some of these girls aren’t here anymore. They all have their hands around each other’s shoulders, and they smile at the camera in CCL t-shirts. You smile. CCL isn’t strap-on initiations. Even you are making good friends here.

Lotte isn’t, but that’s not CCL’s fault. Lotte is in the picture, pretending to smile.

The only person not smiling is Sun.

Time to look a little closer. What’s Amy been doing online? You’re hoping for some porn or something, but that’s not what you find. You find hundreds of bookmarks, but they’re all social media profiles. Curious, you check a few of them out. It doesn’t take long to figure out that they’re all CCL grads.

Wow! Does Amy stay in touch with them all? No, it doesn’t look like it. You don’t see a lot of messages and comments. It’s like she just… keeps an eye on them. Holy shit… you can kind of see why: a lot of these women are becoming super successful.

Huh… looks like Amy’s been paying attention to your social media too, and all the pledges and officers. Who did she check out last? Beth. Hmm.

Offline, Amy keeps tons of spreadsheets of the sorority’s finances, which look a little rough, but not too bad. CCL is pretty small, and this house has to be expensive as hell.

Anyway, that’s about it. Amy has lots of homework, clearly. Not even any porn!

You shut the laptop and get back to sneaking.

No prescription meds or anything suspect in the bathroom. No pregnancy tests.

You find a modest collection of vibes and toys in the bedside table, with some lube and condoms, but it’s nothing that pretty much all the other girls don’t have. CCL doesn’t have to follow the stupid rules of Gurlberg. You’re allowed to have sex toys and touch boobies here. A part of you was hoping that Amy secretly had like a full dominatrix outfit or something. You never planned on that kind of fantasy, but it would work.

You look in the closet. Amy always looks cute, but her style trends slightly goth. You find a cool outfit with a black skirt, sexy stockings, and this purple top with detached arms. Very cool.

She also has a lot of bathrobes, even a black one. Very witchy.

You head back out and they still aren’t back yet! Amy might not have any porn on her computer, but she’s about to because you’re going to start looking it up out of boredom. You check her dresser, where she is hiding absolutely nothing. She needs some cuter underwear. On the other hand, you don’t need cute underwear when you’re in charge of CCL.

Speaking of which, you bend over and slide off your own from under your short little robe.

“Won’t be needing these,” you say to your reflection in the mirror, tossing them aside.

You shiver, and you don’t think it’s because you’re suddenly nude under your robe. You look around, and realize that the rain sounds a bit louder from the direction of the bathroom. Is a window open? Was it open a minute ago?

You spot some water on the floor, catching the light from the lamp. Is someone here?

This is odd. Suddenly being alone in here isn’t boring, it’s creepy.

Ask if there’s someone there?

Go shut the window?

Or hide?