Truth

"Truth," you declare, settling back against the couch cushions. Hannah's athletic body feels pleasantly spent after your encounter with Madison upstairs.

Madison's eyes gleam with mischief. She taps a manicured finger against her chin, considering her options. The room hushes in anticipation—the president's questions are notorious for their ruthlessness.

"Alright, Hannah," Madison says finally, her voice carrying authority despite her disheveled appearance. "Since you're feeling honest tonight... what's the most adventurous sexual fantasy you've never told Brooke about?"

A collective "ooooh" ripples through the circle of lingerie-clad sorority sisters. Brooke shifts beside you, her thigh pressing against Hannah's. You can feel her curiosity like heat radiating off her skin.

"Come on, babe," Brooke encourages, her words slightly slurred from vodka. "I want to hear this too."

You hesitate, mind racing. You don't know Hannah's deepest fantasies—you only have access to her surface thoughts and memories. But you can't afford to seem hesitant.

"I've always wanted to be with two people at once," you say, turning slightly to gauge Brooke's reaction. "Specifically... I've thought about what it would be like if someone else joined us."

Brooke's eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise before curving into a delighted smile. "Really? Who?"

You let your gaze drift meaningfully toward Madison, whose cheeks flush pink despite her composed demeanor.

"Oh my god," whispers a redhead named Alyssa from across the circle. "Did something happen during that 'tour'?"

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," Madison says primly, though her flushed cheeks betray her.

"Unless it's Truth or Dare," quips Jenna, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Then a lady spills everything."

"Rules are rules," agrees a petite Asian girl named Vicki, leaning forward eagerly.

Brooke's hand finds yours—Hannah's—and squeezes. The gesture feels possessive yet encouraging. "I think that could be arranged," she murmurs, just loud enough for Madison to hear.

Madison clears her throat, visibly flustered. "Excellent answer, Hannah. Your turn to ask someone."

"Actually," interrupts a tall blonde sister you don't recognize, "it's nearly ten. Time for the special event!"

Excited squeals erupt around the room. Sisters begin rearranging furniture, pushing the couches back against the walls.

"Special event?" you ask Brooke quietly.

She grins, pressing her lips against Hannah's ear. "Strip poker tournament. House tradition on Truth or Dare nights." Her hand slides up Hannah's thigh, fingers playing with the waistband of her leggings. "Though it looks like you've already been having plenty of fun without cards."

You shift slightly, feeling Madison's lacy panties beneath Hannah's leggings. The stolen underwear feels like a secret trophy between your legs.

"I'm just getting started," you reply, using Hannah's voice to its fullest, huskiest potential.

Across the room, Madison catches your eye again as she helps set up a large poker table. The private smile she gives you holds promise for later.

Brooke notices the exchange and leans closer. "I saw that. What exactly happened upstairs?"

Before you can answer, Vicki claps her hands for attention. "Ladies! Places, please! Newbies, the rules are simple—lose a hand, lose an article. Last one wearing anything wins the crown!"

"Crown?" you ask.

"Just a plastic tiara," Brooke explains with a laugh. "But the winner also gets to make one request that the house has to fulfill. Last month, Jenny used her win to make everyone clean her room for a month."

You follow Brooke to the table, mind racing with possibilities. If Hannah wins, you could request anything—perhaps even a date to the formal, solving your fraternity pledge task in one swoop.