The ideological purity exam.

“Johanna, make sure they do not step out of line.” Gretchen signals Johanna sitting on a sofa.

“Yes, Gretchen.” Johanna takes out a little steel box and sets it on her lap.

The wooden door opens. Camilla, Erica, and Meredith walk in the room.

“Wow, you guys are sooo legit, I love it!” Erica can’t help but look around like a little child walking into Disneyland. You can't blame her. The sorority’s gathering room is unquestionably gorgeous: quaint furniture, classic paintings, expensive carpet, and a fireplace in the stonewall. The quaint furnishing of the room strikes a huge comparison to the modern skyscrapers outside the giant glass floor-to-ceiling window in the room.

“Oh sorry I was a bit taken back by the gorgeous room. Ugh, I’m Erica Hart. I’m a lawyer, 28 years old. Nice to meet you all!” Erica smiles at everybody and naturally takes a seat near the fireplace. She’s wearing a classic deep-blue business attire, wearing not too much makeup. And not an inch of her body except for her face and hands is exposed.

Meredith, on the other hand, is wearing a super plumped pair of platform heels. Her white shirt is so tight her breasts look like they can jump out of their laced cages at any second. The root of her hair is black, while the rest of her hair is blindingly golden. Her mini pencil skirt is similarly tight. Her thighs are not especially pronounced, but her skirt is so ridiculously small it’s almost clipping into her hips. The amount of makeup on her face is atrocious.

“Hello, I am Meredith, it’s so nice to meet you all.” Meredith talks in an extremely bimbo-ish voice. The entire room cringes in disgust. Her outfit also reminds Gretchen of their last lawyer Isabella. Not a good impression, but Meredith purposely sits besides Erica, and deliberately scans her competition from top to bottom. She makes a loud scoffing sound when she finishes, as if she’s already prevailed in the selection. She sits there with a confident smile.

“Fake bimbo personality, low self-esteem, lack of respect, no self-awareness, questionable intelligence…” Gretchen takes note quietly of every imperfections Meredith demonstrated in the previous minute.

Gretchen again fixates her vision back to Erica. Erica’s still scanning the room like a curious little bunny, her attire is professional, her makeup is not excessive. Even though her body is wrapped completely in clothes, her curves are undoubtedly tasty, especially her 32-inch waist.

“Slightly over-excited. Too carefree, perhaps? Would’ve preferred more skin, but overall, I like her.” Gretchen can’t help but raise a corner of her lips just looking at Erica.

“Okay, sisters.” Gretchen slaps her hands. Everyone in the room immediately devotes their attention fully to the sorority’s founder.

“Congratulations on making it this far. This means you have prevailed among dozens of other applicants. You should have realized by now, monetary gains, sexual pleasures, and social norms do not concern our organization. We devote ourselves to a grander vision of returning this world to its original form, one step at a time. As you have been informed, only one of you, candidates, will be able to join the sorority as our legal asset. The other candidate shall be lynched by our sorority’s beneficiaries, to ****.”

Meredith rolls her eyes:“Ugh, why can’t I lynch her to **** myself? Why do I have to let-”

An ice-cold object threatens to penetrate Meredith’s throat arteries. Johannd has creeped behind Meredith’s seat and is holding a sharp dagger directly to her throat. The tip of the dagger is already half-way into Meredith’s skin. Erica shakes her head slowly.

“BECAUSE,” Johanna menacingly utters, her dagger inching closer: “those lumps of meat attached to your chest are called breasts. And that filthy piss-leaking narrow opening between your thighs is called a cunt. Sitting where you are, you should know EXACTLY that you don’t get to call the shots if men are a valid alternative. Ask that stupid question again and I’ll cut out your clitoris and feed it to my dog. Do you understand now, you retarded bimbo CUNT?”

Johanna playfully pulls back the dagger and pats Meredith on the head and laughs: “Just kidding! I’m not kidding about the cutting off your clitoris and feeding it to my dog part though. Just don’t say that again, sweety~” Johanna puts away the dagger and gives Meredith’s clitoris a nip. She put a thick collar on Meredith’s neck. Erica also had a collar put on by Camilla.

Meredith starts to sweat profusely: “What, what is this collar for?”

“They explode if you try to run away. Don’t worry. we’ll take it off once you get the job.” Gretchen takes another sip of her coffee.

“Your first exam is an ideological purity exam. The purpose of the exam is to test your willingness to commit to betraying your own gender. It is supposed to involve you undergoing a line of questioning by our torturers. But-” Gretchen pauses and looks at the distressed Meredith with eyes of deep concern: “Mrs. Meredith Davenport, I’m afraid you already failed that test.”

“I was just trying to mouth off this little brat-” Meredith points her fingers at Erica.

“Enough! You repeatedly try to prioritize making your competition look bad instead of taking these exams seriously. Your previous comment about men alone is deservedly a reason for us to dissect you for being disrespectful. You still have a chance, so shut your trap!” Gretchen is not easily angered. She is almost angry at Camilla as well for passing such a maddening hag in initial selection. However, Gretchen’s fire of anger is almost immediately put out by Erica’s gaze. It was short, but Erica looked at Meredith with murderous eyes. It wasn't playfully murderous, it was with true intentions of killing. Gretchen has only seen eyes like that from other senior sorority members like herself. Even better, Erica did it to someone she only just met for making nothing but a smart-ass remark. “She’s the one.” But Gretchen’s professionalism compels her to give Meredith another chance.