Rave Girl

This is one of your personal favorites, one of the reasons you got into the **** business in the first place. Sex and **** have been tied to the music culture since time immemorial, and the modern transition from techno / House / trance into the 'muzak' of the 21st-century has made a breeding ground for a new kind of fetish. The raver girl.

Jess's flame fire red hair is perfect for this look. She doesn’t even need hair dye to look like she would fit in next to neon green pigtails, Danerys Targaryen platinum bleached curls, or Vegas-pink video game character spikes: Jess naturally looks good with glow sticks, lollipops, and a backpack filled with **** next to a concert stage. Modelling the outfits for you, Jess also trusses up her Crimson locks and models different hairstyles for your new look.

"Oh my God, I totally don’t know what song this is!" Jess has a great, vapid fangirl voice, and her modest breasts look extravagant in just a plastic tube tops with logos like 'music equals love'. The rave girl tops expose her entire midriff and shoulders, covering less flesh than a bra would. The ginger shakes her hips in a skirt clad with unnecessary accessories that click, chime, sparkle, glitter, and seek male attention in every way possible. Be it guy or gal, whoever she prances around is going to notice and eyefuck Jess in her new outfits. "And I love these bells! They’re, like, so natural!"

Now, Erin has warned you not to go with the hippie look, the blonde business major doesn’t want any of the freshman pledges turning into an unshaved communist. However, the fake autotuned trap phenomenon has sucked all the soul out of the rave scene, and although she’s adorned with festival admissions bracelets, ankhs, Grateful Deed bears, and bootleg images of Jimi Hendrix, Jess looks 'consumer aesthetic trendy' more than 'Woodstock hippie of yore'.

She twirls around in a absurdly tight, neon color blasted pair of yoga pants. The rave style is summer or fall, you see. Jess's lean teen body will make anybody who sees her think about ****, ****, and good times. It’s not part of the traditional sorority look, but it’s certainly a staple for female fuckmeat fashion, now and into the future.

"It’ll be so fun," Jess tells you excitedly, "because all the girls'll assume I know all about **** and dosing, and they will totally trust me into overloading their pretty little brains with designer **** and white substances. They’re going to get so high, you’ll be able to do anything you want with them!"

There is a real element of danger in the rave scene, overdoses and gang grapes are prevalent in the white girl concert scene, so much so, you’d think you were in the ghetto of Philadelphia. But Jess is sadistic and is seriously looking forward to using her rave girl persona to lead her 18 and 19 year old classmates astray.

"Oh my God, hold my drink, Becky. You took wa~~~y too much Molly, but you’re gonna be OK! Look, You can totally crash at my BF‘s place. It’s totally cool with me if you wanna cuddle up with him a little and ride this out together~"

"Oh yeah, it feels fucking amazing when he does that thing with his tongue while I’m spinning hard like you are right now. Like, this stays here tonight with us, but maybe you should take another bump and then…"