So down.

The Kappa Beta Phi party has to be the biggest and the loudest on the block, likely due to the admittance of freshmen, although practically speaking, that decision was probably more about admitting freshWOMEN than freshMEN. Luckily you're allowed in as you and Uday hitch along with a troop of girls from your floor. The comraderie is short lived, though, as your roommate quickly disappears into the throngs of people.

And what people they are. For every five freshmen (and they are already gorgeous ladies in and of themselves) there is one inexplicably hot, long-legged amazon serving drinks, playing arm-candy or dancing in a leather outfit endemic only to strip clubs or porn videos. A particularly stunning blonde makes her way past you, her fully-gloved arm gracing your body momentarily. With furtive eyes you steal a glance of the woman's red bustier, tied so tight about her chest you could drink from her bosom all night. Damn good party.

Several gentlemen make their way around the lower floor of the house, walking and talking with a confidence that could only belong to a frat member. Perhaps you might inquire to them about joining their brotherhood.