Sorority House

You find yourself outside a sorority, oak doors and shiny walls and all. Greek letters are on the wall above the door, although you can't read them - you barely learned to read English, you could never understand Greek.

You enter, the sound of the door opening making a huge creak.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

Before you are two girls. Both look similar - white, blonde, high-cheekboned and model-thin - and both are way out of your league. One is sitting at a large wooden table, sipping tea, in a short skirt and a tank. The other is standing, leaning on a wall, glaring at you, in jeans, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and a beanie, with her long hair in a ponytail. You decide to call them Girly and Tomboy, respectively, because you won't remember their names.

It's a pretty nice ponytail, nice enough that you get distracted and don't answer the second girl's question. Thankfully, the first girl picks up the slack.

"Oh my gosh, Taylor, you can't just like, ask that. I am soooo sorry, Mister..."

"Uh... Uh, David. The name's David."

"Right, I'm really sorry about my little, she's a new pledge. She doesn't really get the values that Delta Delta Delta was founded on yet." You're not sure what she's talking about, but you can forgive the girls for it, especially when Girly is looking at you with those huge doe eyes.

"Madison, what the hell? Why are you just okay with a random ugly dude walking into the house?" You ignore the insult easily enough, too busy daydreaming about pinning one of the girls to the table and taking her right then and there.

"Well, Taylor, this whole house is a Brokejack University sorority. BJU rules say that any guys can come in here any time to get sucked or fucked, and sisters have to let them do whatever they want to them."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, that's something you should have learned during rush, honestly. Were you really not paying any attention?"

Tomboy runs through an impressive range of facial expressions, from shocked to annoyed to apologetic and everything in between. "I guess not. I'm sorry, David."

Girly looks at you now, those goddamn huge eyes seemingly staring into your soul. "Really sorry about her. If you want, she can make it up to you right now, though."