If they want a party, you'll give them one - on your terms...

You slip into a halter top and tight jeans - there's no need even to check your makeup and hair, it's been flawless since you put the amulet on. Once upstairs, you knock at the door.

It's answered by a drunken college-aged boy. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, looking you over appreciatively.

"Go fuck yourself," you respond, pointing off down the hall.

"Right away!" he agrees, and heads out in the direction you indicated. You have no desire to see exactly how he carries out your instructions, and close the door behind you as you enter the girls' apartment.

It's obviously not the first party the place has seen. It's a mess, some of the damage more or less permanent. The carpet is stained and worn, the walls have holes, the sofa bent under the weight of some beefy football jocks taking up space on it.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" comes a voice from behind you.

"I don't think you were invited," says a second one.

You turn around, and there before you stand Darlene and Danielle, your hostesses for the night. Slim, athletic, blonde girls, they could almost be twins except that Danielle's eyes are brown and Darlene's are light blue. Darlene wears an oversized football jersey over a black lacy brassiere, and Danielle is dressed in a white tube top with a black shirt draped over her shoulders. Both wear tight denim cutoffs. As you haven't bothered to turn on your "charm" for them yet, they're looking at you with an all-too familiar contempt.