and the busty, petite Lati?

Many of the girls have left, the ones who didn't smoke your laced weed and didn't pop the fast-acting Ectasy tablets Erin has handed out like candy leading to a suspiciously unmarked van lurking at the back of a playground parking lot. Many of the Kappa Delta girls with boyfriends and better will-power have left, but 5 or 6 of them have suffered a different fate.

"Wow, you look spun! Hehe~" Lati has taken on the matronly care-taker role, approaching the visiting Kappa Delta girls (and a few of Erin's own Delta Deltas...) and inviting them to 'ride it out' up in her room, instead of departing or partnering off in a dark corner with a same-sex member of the opposite sorority. "No worries, I have just the thing. C'mon up to my room for a minute. Sure, you too!"

Upstairs in Lati's room, the girls really get Molly-rocked, losing the ability to read or type on their phone: totally mind-fucked. Lati collects the girls' phones and hands them glow-stick accessories, fuzzy stuffed animals, and other stoner knick-knacks to play with. The girls drift like zombies, some cozying up on bean bag chairs and others on convienently placed couches, while Lati gets them to unlock their phones so she can 'help them out'.

"Hiya, okay, so, I'm Lati, from Delta Delta (winking emoji). Your GF got wasted at our mixer. She's up in my room. Come on over and pick her up. I'll text you my number, call me when you're outside. And hurry! She's rea~~~lly rolling hard."

Lati's calling and texting all the spun-out party-**** sorority girls' beaus from their phones. She’s administering water, playing Pink Floyd, and passing a mellow joint between anybody brave enough to take it. Lati's room almost has a spell about it, you can lose track of time in there, lose yourself, almost. There’s at least half a dozen girls passed out on her beanbag chairs, rolling around on hammocks, or slipping in out of consciousness in the dark room hidden back behind her beaded curtain.

The first guy arrives, and Lati escorts him upstairs with a megawatt smile. Entering the smokey, dark room, the guy can't really tell his girl from the others. Lati passes him a joint: "Wanna get comfy? You may be here a while~"

"That little cunt," as if sensing what's transpiring upstairs in Lati's room, Erin curses into her brunette victim's ear, Erin's teeth biting sharply and sending the busty KD's hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Erin's nails scratch the girl's exposed skin, Erin's tongue darting out over the diamond piercing again, slithering possessively into the sensitive ridges and making the 20-year-old college babe squirm like a **** victim. "Forget your plans, sugar. You're mine tonight."