The frat house is overcrowded with sweaty bodies, loud music, couples hooking up, and alcohol. Just as you get to the door, it suddenly opens and you come face to face with Aegon-- the first son and heir to the founding family. Drowning in their wealth with heaps of money, you've always heard the family tries to keep the appearance of sophistication and poise. So you're pretty sure his mother would strangle him if she knew he's standing in front of you with red, bloodshot eyes and the stench of alcohol mixed with multiple women's perfumes on him.

"Hm... I-- I don't think I've seen you around here before," He mutters, his voice deep and raspy. He leans against the door to try and impress you; however, it comes across as more of a way to steady himself from swaying. His violet eyes roam your figure, taking in every detail in his drunken gaze. "What's your name? Oh-- Or, uh, better yet, what brings you here?"