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You drum your fingers impatiently on your bag as you wait for the auditorium meeting to start. It’s been a big change, out here and thousands of miles from your hometown, but you’ve been good at rolling with everything.
You’re a first year student, excited to be a big fish in a big pond. And of course you can’t not experience the sororities. The brightest and best join the Donquixotes, where you’ve heard whispers that the upperclassmen sate their appetites on the fresh recruits. Really, you wouldn’t mind if they do… like, at all…
Your heart pounds as you wait with all the other potential initiates. The Donquixotes are famous — perhaps even infamous — for being one of the hardest and most exclusive ones to get into. In your research, you’ve heard stories of rejected applicants getting swept up in all its trials and not making it into any sorority at all, and having to try again next year.
The crowd murmurs as the lights in the room dims, and you take one last look around the sea of heads. A week from now, there’ll only be a few dozen of you left.
Doflamingo Donquixote takes the lectern and the room bursts into applause, yourself not being an exception. Holy shit, that’s her in the flesh! She made it into the papers a few years ago for helping bust a large drug ring, and she’s only ever been on the up and up since. It’s a recent sorority, but it’s got name brand value already. You’re going to have to ride the initiation train as far as it’s going to take you, and then beat off all the other applicants to be selected as her mentee.
The applause only dies down when Doflamingo taps the mic and clears her throat, giving a winning smile to all of you.
“Welcome everyone, to the Donquixote Sorority information meeting!”
More cheers. You cup your hands to your face and let out a loud whoop! and her eyes lock with yours, even behind her shades. Holy shit, how did she pinpoint that so fast? Were you too much, just now? Her lips curl up into a wider smile and you feel your face get hot. Seas, she’s attractive.
“I’m Doflamingo Donquixote of course, head of the sorority and to some of you, your future captain!”
The meeting continues on without a hitch, and by the end of it, she has the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand. You try to make up for the over-the-top disruption by asking a few good questions at the Q&A session. You’re not sure if that redeemed you. You’re still only one of the hundreds of faces to her yet.
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It’s been a busy month. On top of classes, making new friends, and exploring this campus town, you’ve also passed the initial screenings and interviews “with flying colors,” as Vergo told you. You have no idea how she handled interviewing all the candidate hopefuls when there’s hundreds of you to go through, even with how the sorority had everyone submit their resumes to filter out the bulk. She liked your fire and determination, you think, and also maybe your ass. You’re pretty sure it was her eyes that you felt on you as you left the interview room, or at least, you hope so. Trebol was kind of… gross.
You’re getting ready for the sorority mixer event, trying on different outfits to strike that balance between ‘upstanding young citizen of the world’ and ‘hot piece of meat they’ll want to snap up.’ It doesn’t hurt anyone to play the cards you got — well, anyone who aren’t the other potential initiates. Today’s event is a play on speed-dating where each member meets with two potential recruits.
You play nice with them as you wait for the event to start, but really, your eyes have been scanning the field for any of the sorority members who’ve ventured over to the initiate grounds. No luck so far, when—
Holy shit, it’s Doflamingo. You thank god that your shirt straddles the line of plausible modesty and friendly flirtiness while you try not to think about straddling her. Her hands could probably circle your waist— you should leave that thought for later. She looks you over and smiles wider, and you imagine her teeth sinking into your throat— shut up and focus!
“Hey, I remember you from the first meeting! It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too!” You stick out your hand to shake hers and introduce yourself, rattling off your major like so many icebreakers in your classes trained you through. Hopefully that wasn’t too desperate.
She asks you about what you’re studying and what you’re hoping to do in your time at GU, and you hit off your elevator pitch version of your five year plan. You ask her about what she’s most excited to do this year and how her expanding sorority’s list of causes fits in with that. It’s a bit stilted and overly polished at first, but you find a good rapport between weaving in your goals with hers and the sorority’s, trying to do all but scream ‘I’m perfect for you! Pick me, I’m a good investment!’
The rest of the mixer event goes well. Hopefully. Probably. You do your best to preen without being obnoxious, showing off your charms, strengths, and ass-ets, because fuck it, Vergo liked it! As far as you can tell, you blew the other initiate — fuck her and her name, who cares? — out of the water. She’s gotten so quiet.
At the end of the event, Doflamingo steps away from you for announcements.
“This year, there’s been a few changes to the initiation process!”
You glance at the other officers. This didn’t show up in any of your research. Their faces don’t give anything away. Trebol’s mouth hangs slightly open, but you think she’s just like that as a person.
“Due to a large number of applicants this year, there’s going to be a ‘soft launch’ period for the mentor-mentee match-ups! This is to help gauge both parties to see whether they’ll be a good fit for each other!” And for any members to ditch the mentees they don’t want, you catch.
Fuck, you thought you were all but a shoo-in. Besides you, the other girl perks up and you feel your stab of competitiveness rear its head again. Several people groan out loud, and you see Vergo’s eyes sweep the crowd. Ha, at least that’s a dozen losers out of your way. Too bad Girl #2 didn’t do the same.
“We know you guys didn’t anticipate this, but that’s part of the fun in the challenge, right? Initiation season is almost over, stay strong!” Her eyes lock with yours as she says it. Oh. So you probably didn’t fuck up. She just wants to see how far you’ll go.