<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Flamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557%2Fpage-2%23post-84073&amp;hash=11405a6647f69be9dbf0128435d3b49a" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/lamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557/page-2#post-84073">Sylvia De Luca</a>-<b>Private Bedroom / Kitchen / Dining Hall</b><br/><br/>The lovely Italian had spent most of the night going over and recalculating the budget for the sorority again and again, and somehow it had taken hours for the numbers to crunch down and add up. It left her only three hours to rest before her alarm would go off, and so she dozed off quickly, only stirring from her lonesome slumber when the alarm rang. She was a light sleeper to begin with, and the snooze button, as it usually did, remained untouched as she slid from beneath the covers to her feet, her naked body shivering slightly as it met with the cool air. She paced across the room to the bathroom that connected to her quarters, turning the water on explicitly very cold before climbing in- the most effective way to wake herself up before immediately reversing course and twisting the dial to a toasty warmth.<br/><br/>Once that was done, she opened her wardrobe and withdrew the traditional pink top that all returning girls were to wear, sighing as she then retrieved a black skirt from the drawer below. She had never been a huge supporter of that particular ensemble, much preferring skin-tight leather or latex to pair it with, or maybe a corset- something to add a bit more of a dark side to the sexiness of it. Cute, innocent, and playful could be fun, but they weren't her style. Still, she dressed herself, mind still debating back and forth on the idea of panties. She eventually decided on a very basic, black pair, skirt riding slightly lower on her hips so as to expose just an inch of her toned stomach and allowing that if her shirt were to ride up any, the piercing of her belly button would become visible.<br/><br/>Deeming her attire acceptable, she stepped into the bathroom again simply to check her appearance, and opted to apply only a thin layer. Afterward, she reached for her brush and untangled her hair, letting it fall naturally once it was freed from knots. Then, it was off downstairs to the kitchen, where several girls were already hard at work. She prepared beverage options, from milk to juices, particularly orange and apple, and assured that the table was prepared perfectly, her inner perfectionist coming out as she adjusted everything to her liking, paying little mind to the girls starting to file in. Once everything was ready, however, she took a space at the far end of the bigs from the door and eyed up and down each of their new pledges, taking in each of their outfit choices with little subtlety to what she was doing.<br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Flamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557%2Fpage-2%23post-84074&amp;hash=09348194a7a5f95f55f75469ed5628f6" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/lamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557/page-2#post-84074">Olivia Ashley</a>- Shared Pledge Room - Dining Room<br/><br/>It was finally here, the day where she would get the chance to make friends with her sorority mates. Admittedly, it was a little naive of her to all but ignore the threat hazing posed to her happiness here, but excitement took the place of nerves. She fell asleep the previous night rather quickly, having figured out that a group room wasn't exactly something to spent too long indulging in, and in doing so, wound up waking up well before that wake-up call, nearly a full half hour ahead of anyone else in the pledge room, and as such, sleepily found her way to the bathroom for a shower.<br/><br/>She made it back into the bedroom only a couple minutes prior to the announcement of their required attire, and smirked softly as she thought to what lay in her trunk waiting to be worn. Her long, blonde hair was still damp as it fell on her shoulders, and she could only let the towel fall to her sides as she sat on that top bunk, letting herself ponder for a moment, completely nude. Her feet reached the floor a few seconds later, and she opened the suitcase-like carrier that held her clothes, opting for sky blue lace to cover both her breasts and a portion of her rear, though it left little to the imagination. Once she had dressed herself, a grin formed on her lips as she stepped out of the room, several minutes to spare when she walked into the dining hall.<br/><br/>As she arrived, her eyes glanced from person to person, then to the table before them. It was easy for her to determine who was who in the building, the members who had been there for a while all being dressed in the same attire. Olivia felt her leg muscles tense for a moment as, for a second, she forced her mind to wander elsewhere than the beautiful women in the room, and those still filing in. A chill distracted her further, and she shivered as goosebumps formed along her arms and down her thighs. She glanced down and slightly adjusted her bra, putting herself slightly more on display for any potentially interested parties. It was starting to make sense to her why the English acronym for her Greek sorority was L-E-S if she was expected to dress this way, but oh how naive she was to how much further that would actually go.