Everything Caroline Merteuil does is a calculated move and you were no exception.

She can tell. You want to be her. You want to be her. The way your eyes keep darting in her direction. You were one of Delta Phi's newest pledges, and she had to admit, she found your naivete and eagerness to please to be annoying at first. But it occurred to her that your unique innocence and vulnerability could prove to be useful.

As you stand with her in front of her mirror, away from the bustling party going on downstairs. Her hands then glide down the dress she had given to you making you shiver.

"You could be so much more if you let me help you."

She leans in that little bit closer, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"Will you let me help you?" She says sweetly enough to have you hooked.