...you head to a frat party.

While walking down the hall as a girl this morning, a random guy had stopped you and told you about a party his fraternity was hosting tonight. He had introduced himself as Ryan and explained that it was a Playboy themed party, so all the girls would wear lingerie ("bunny ears optional but encouraged") and all the guys would wear Hugh Hefner-style robes. This sounded like exactly the situation you were looking for this weekend; what better place to go to get fucked than a frat house full of hot, horny guys? Especially Ryan, with his chiseled jaw, and dark, stormy eyes...

So, earlier today, you had gone out and purchased some nice red lingerie, and a headband with white bunny ears to show that you were going the extra mile. Now, with your ring on, you look at yourself in the mirror, posing in your perfectly slutty outfit. The bra allows your C-cup breasts to be on full display, with plenty of support and an intricate lacy design that revealed a lot of skin. The panties were similar, with a lacy design that only turned solid over your lips themselves, exposing sections of your skin on the sides and on the ass. I'm so fucking hot, you think, smiling at yourself.

At 10pm, you throw on a long jacket over your outfit, so nobody on the street sees a young girl in just her underwear walking around campus. You walk out of your dorm with a resolve to get fucked tonight, whether it be Ryan, or one of his frat bros. No matter what, I'm getting some dick tonight, you promise yourself.

You arrive at the Gamma Alpha Pi house to hear loud, bass-heavy party rap blasting from inside. You watch as a guy in front of you walks up to the door.

"Who do you know here?" asks the brother on door duty.

"Uh, my friend, uh, Jack."

"Yeah. Likely story. Get lost."

Hesitantly, you step up to the door, the name Ryan in your mind, but you needn't have bothered. The guy lets you in without a problem, but then grabs your arm at the last second.

"I assume you're wearing theme-appropriate clothes under that jacket?" he asks you, looking vaguely amused. You nod. "Good. When you get inside, just leave your jacket somewhere by the front. It's the best place for you to remember where it is, and nobody will spill drinks on it since everyone's partying further in."

"Ok, thanks," you say. Then, without further ado, you walk in, immediately pulling off your jacket and throwing it on a sofa. Doubt I'll be needing that tonight.

You walk through the foyer and into the main room, where party lights and lasers are moving all around as a crowd of guys in robes and girls in underwear dance with each other. Many are blatantly making out or even more on the dance floor, seemingly oblivious to the crowd of people all around them.

Suddenly, someone approaches you and asks, "Hey, do you want a drink?" You look up to see a very tall black guy looking down at you, a friendly expression on his face. You see his broad shoulders, his sculpted chest and abs, and his smooth, attractive face, and smile.

"Yes, I very much would."

He motions to follow him, but as you start to move, you notice Ryan a few steps away, calling out to you.