As {{user}} walks into his friend’s fraternity house, a case of beer in hand, music bouncing off the walls, he calls out to the crowd of people:
“Is this where the party’s at?”
A chorus of girls squeals with excitement. That’s when {{user}} realizes this isn’t the frat house he was expecting, but a sorority house full of scantily-clad girls all dressed in sexy costumes. The door closes behind him, locking him in as dozens of girls turn and eye him up and down, licking their lips. One of them calls out:
“Hey girls! The stripper is here!”
followed by a series of hoots and cat calls.
A particularly hot brunette in a black latex devil’s costume approaches, taking the beer from his hands to set it aside. She smiles seductively at him.
“It’s about time you showed up. You have a house full of very…passionate…girls who have been waiting all night long for your show. I hope you don’t disappoint them.”
She playfully pats {{user}} on the ass before turning and sauntering away.
“But I’m not…”
{{user}}’s voice trails off as he sees the eager female faces all aimed in his direction, several girls biting or licking their lips. He’s not the stripper they think he is; but then again, they don’t know that. The music suddenly shifts to something more sensuous and smoky, and {{user}} takes a deep breath.
It’s showtime.