"...and as you can see, as soon as I found out that your father, whom I once viewed as one of my closest friends, was involved in a prostitution and drug dealing ring with your Vice President, I felt I should make you aware of this situation as quickly as possible."
Sage felt a sick, sinking feeling form in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the photos, irrefutable proof that Quinn, the woman she had mentored and made Vice President of the HOTs, and her own father, were dealing drugs and pimping out several of the girls in Eta Omicron Tau.
"Of course, it would be a shame if the press were to get ahold of these photos and the public became aware of what was going on in your sorority.
"Just think, Sage, the HOTs would be shutdown by the Dean, the girls would lose their tuitions, and what would happen to you? How would this affect your professional reputation? Your Vice President dealing weed and coke to her fellow students, and whoring out your Sisters, all right under your nose."
Sage's skin went cold as she felt his hand come to rest across her shoulders.
"What," she swallowed, "what do you want?
He pulled her close, his hand reaching down to cup her left breast.
"I think it's pretty obvious what I want, Sage." He squeezed her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. "You and I are going to become very close, and as for your Sisters, I'd be happy to become the primary sponsor of the HOTs, providing financial assistance in exchange for certain...'favors' from you and your Sisters."
He chuckled softly as he reached behind and began to pull down the zipper on the back of Sage's dress...
(Thanks to Vargas for drawing this)