This choice: "Uh, yeah. Denise McLain." • Go Back... “Good,” says Fran with a reassuring smile. “I'll let you get acquainted with your, ah, room while you regain your composure. Don't worry, we all know how overwhelming placement can be. Take your time; you can come out and meet the rest of the girls when you're ready.”
With gentle nod, Fran exits the room, leaving you alone with your new “home.” It's a small room, sensually decorated in deep reds and purples, and a hint of flowery perfume saturates the air.
Tentatively, you make your way across the room, running your manicured fingers over Denise's things.
An incense burner sits on one corner of the desk, the rest of which is covered by piles of jewelry, perfume and cosmetics. Her books are on a shelf above—judging from the accumulation of trinkets piled on top of them, they probably don't see much use.
Opening up the dresser reveals pretty much what you expected—drawers stuffed to bursting with low-cut tops and flouncy skirts. You pause for a moment on the lingerie drawer. You shudder slightly at the size of the bra cups—some are labeled "DD", some "E," but they all look big enough for your head. And now you're wearing one. You slide the drawer closed with a grimace, suddenly acutely aware of the straps digging into your shoulders.
The closet's much the same—tight little dresses and flirty little tops—plus three full bins packed with more shoes than you'd thought imaginable, none of which seem to have less than a one-inch heel. Also stuffed in the closet for some reason is the trash can—the contents of which include a tall bottle of vodka and two empty boxes of condoms.
You find several more boxes—full ones—in the nightstand, plus another in her purse.
Before long, slightly sick to your stomach, you decide you've seen enough. Denise is obviously just as she seems; a buxom, libidinous sorority girl. Pawing through more of her lacy thongs and seemingly endless condom stashes won't tell you anything you don't already know about 'your' new life.
The question, then, is what to do now? Should you play along as 'Denise' and just go out and 'meet the girls' as Fran suggested? Or should you quietly slip out of the house and see what you can uncover about this twisted campus? Maybe there's still a way out of this!
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