Wake up the next morning

Morning arrives with harsh sunlight streaming through the blinds Damon forgot to close. You blink awake, momentarily disoriented as memories of the previous night flood back—Hannah's body, Madison's underwear, Tiffany and Ava's intertwined limbs.

"Rise and shine, pledge," Damon calls, already dressed in Westlake colors. "Big day for you, right? Final task completion?"

You grunt in response, pushing yourself upright. Your muscles ache pleasantly, a reminder of your night's adventures. The clock reads 10:17 AM.

"Gotta run to class," Damon says, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Good luck with the frat stuff."

After he leaves, you shower quickly and dress in what you hope passes for respectable attire—jeans, a button-down, and your pledge pin carefully attached to your collar. You retrieve Madison's black lace underwear from your desk drawer, tucking it into a small paper bag.

The Beta Sigma house stands tall at the end of Greek Row, its white columns gleaming in the morning sun. Brothers lounge on the porch, nursing coffee mugs that likely contain something stronger than caffeine.

"Well, well," calls Tyler, the pledge master, as you approach. He's sprawled in an Adirondack chair, sunglasses hiding his eyes. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence. Got something for us, pledge?"

You climb the steps and hand him the paper bag. "Mission accomplished."

Tyler peers inside, then lets out a low whistle. "Madison's? Bold choice, Moreau. Very bold."

The other brothers gather around, examining your trophy with approving nods.

"How'd you manage it?" asks Ryan, a junior with a perpetual smirk. "Those Kappa Phi girls guard their underwear like it's nuclear codes."

"I have my methods," you reply, allowing yourself a small smile.

Tyler stands, clapping a hand on your shoulder. "Well done, pledge."