“Wow, listen to that!” said Leslie as a loud whoop came up from one section of the audience. She waved to a group of four college-aged young women. “Alright, all four of you seem really eager to be here, so why don’t all of you come and join me?”
The four quickly got up on stage, practically tripping over each other to get there as they waved and blew kisses to the audience. Their enthusiasm was definitely infectious. All of them were dressed in their finest club attire.
“Awesome, thank you for volunteering! Now then, mind telling us a bit about yourselves? Names and ages?”
The four young women smiled a bit shyly, the adrenaline high of going on stage wearing off.
Leslie handed the microphone to the first one to step forward. Tan-skinned, with big dark eyes, she was wearing a bright pink hijab around her hair and long, skin-tight fuchsia sleeves and leggings under her darker dress. Her hands had henna designs on them and jangled with the bracelets she had on. While dressed modestly, she was visibly tall and fit.
“Hi everyone, my name is Zahra and I’m 21 years old”, she said. A cheer rose from the audience, and she smiled and did a little curtsey before passing the mic to the next participant.
This one was also tanned, almost a head shorter, and a lot stockier, her chubby, full figure flattered by a carefully-chosen dress with lots of ruffles. She wore glasses in front of her brown eyes. She tossed her thick, curly black hair over her head as she took the mic.
“Oooh, this is so cool! I’m Cristina and I’m 18”. The audience reacted with cheers and awws, making her giggle and blow kisses to them. “Eee, thank you!” she squealed.
Next up was about average in height, but she was visibly blessed in other ways - and she clearly knew it, with that almost indecently low neckline on her slinky green dress. Aside from her enormous breasts, she had ginger hair done in a tidy updo, hazel eyes, and pale skin heavily sprinkled with freckles.
“Hey everyone!” A cheer rose up and she smiled widely, making her friends roll their eyes.“Name’s Riley and I’m 19”. She got even louder applause, and she bowed deeply, giving the audience a good view down her freckled cleavage.
The last participant almost had to snatch the mic from her to get a chance. On the tall side, this was a young Asian woman with long black hair, the bangs of which hung over one eye and were dyed blue. Her tight pencil dress revealed a slender upper body but thicker, wider hindquarters.
“My name’s Mei and I’m 20 years old”. She said, waving to the audience as they cheered her on.
“Very good, thank you so much for those introductions!” said Leslie. “Mind telling us why you’re here?”
The four looked at each other, a bit embarrassed. Then Mei spoke up again.
“We’re all pledges at Nu Theta Phi in-”. Cristina went “woo!” and got quickly shushed by the others, but she had already made her pear-shaped friend lose her train of thought.
“Uh. Right… Yeah, we figured it would be a good place to, uh, learn things”, said Mei.
“You mean have fun”, said Cristina with a smirk.
“Not everyone’s here to party”, said Zahra, annoyed.
“What else are you gonna do at a sorority then?” interjected Riley.
“Network, find jobs, find extra-”
“Hook up with eligible college bachelors?” She gave Cristina a high-five as Zahra and Mei groaned.
“I swear to God…” started Mei.
“Alright, let pause this here!” said Leslie, holding up her crystal. The four young women froze and straightened up as they fell into a trance.
“It seems our four party girls have different plans and hopes, both for their college years and their stay at the resort. Perhaps their experience on stage today will change their perspectives…”