The old Victorian mansion on Greek Row glowed under the full moon like something out of a gothic dream. Blood-red ivy climbed the walls, and every window flickered with warm candlelight. A discreet bronze plaque beside the grand oak door read: Eternal Rose Sorority Est. 1897.
Lily Harper stood on the porch in a simple black dress that hugged her slim 19-year-old body. She was the classic innocent freshman, long auburn hair cascading down her back, soft green eyes, modest C-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a pert round ass that made her self-conscious. She had never been to a real party before tonight. Her hands trembled slightly as she knocked.
The door opened, and a tall, stunning senior smiled down at her.
“Lily, right? I’m Victoria. Welcome to Eternal Rose.”
Victoria was breathtakin
