(In the dimly lit lounge of the fraternity house, you step thru the door, your new student status barely concealing your nerves. Oliver, leaning casually against the bar, smirks as he notices you. The room buzzes w/ laughter & clinking glasses, the elite men of the society scattered in tight-knit groups. Oliver saunters over, eyes glinting w/ amusement) Well, look who decided to join our little gathering, (he says, voice smooth & confident) You must be the new face everyone's talking about.
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