Strapless dress short.Space buns high. Black boots tall. The whip I carry for my demented ringleader costume? It’s real.
And ready for AIC…wherever he may be.
When I step into the prairie-styleDeltaHouse on Wednesday, I’m hit with a wall of noise—shrill squeals, high-pitched laughter, and the warped grind of carnival music looping on repeat.
The entire back wall of patio doors has been flung open, the space leading to a surreal corridor of chaos. A red-striped canopy stretches overhead like a funhouse ceiling, casting blood-colored shadows over the scene.
Beneath it, a cobblestone path snakes forward—too polished to be real, too old-world to belong on campus.
Tents line the concourse on either side of smaller circus pavilions with flaps thrown open to advertise the games within. Lurid signs are painted in streaky neon:
Pop a Virgin. Suck and Blow. Ball Gag Toss.
Each one louder and more deranged than the last.
At the far end, past the crowd, past the pulsing lights andhalf-dressed girls, looms the main tent. A glowing marquee sign flashes overhead like a seizure warning:
TONIGHT’S FEATURE: RINGMASTER’S REVENGE
Caramel popcorn, cotton candy, and roasting hot dogs pepper the air near the vendor carts lining the crowded path, the aromas casting me back to memories of childhood family vacations at the pier. The ones where my sisters got prizes, but I had to give mine back because it wasstolen.
Dressed in my striped outfit, I feel…forgettable. Generic. Another girl in a red-and-black dress, swallowed by the chaos of themed decadence.
All around me, the house pulses with bodies in costume. Each one louder, stranger, more unhinged than the last. Some came as clowns—sexy, scary, or outright maniacal. A fewSigmasisters prance around in glittering lingerie and animal ears, painted stripes turning them into slutty lions and tigers. Two cigarette girls weave through the crowd, handing out vapes and blunts like candy, their fishnets glittering under the yellowed tent lights.
Most of the fraternity brothers who skipped costumes went all out on high-roller tuxedos. Sharp lapels. Velvet accents. That Vegas sleaze. And a handful of girls match their energy as shimmering flappers with feathered headbands, glassy eyes, and squared heels too high for gravel.
It’s like stepping into a fever dream where the circus is made of sins, and no one wants to wake.
I pass the large casino section filled with smoke and the rapid dings of slots, shouts of victory, and cries of defeat. But no Asshole…
One tent’s door pulls back, and I catch a glimpse of a large Twister game. It looks as if a dozen people or more are naked,skin glistening with sweat, andfucking. Wherever they can touch, there’s a dick inside something. Girls bob their heads on them to get the guys to fall over. Landon Turner works his hips rapidly into the ass of a skinnyIota. He looks like he’s going to be impossible to take down.
“No! Please!”
The scream cuts through the crowd, stopping me mid-step. I throw up my hands instinctively, stumbling before I collide with one of the booths. Straightening, I take in the scene, and immediately wish I hadn’t.
An oversized glass tank dominates the space, lit from beneath in a sinister neon glow. Inside, perched on a narrow swing, is Hailey. Naked and shivering. Big eyes filled with tears. Below her? A monster-looking black dildo sitting upright in a vat of lube.
A line ofThetaswaits to toss a ball at a target to dunk her in, and as I round the back, I spot Henry Cardell, Aiden’s youngest brother. He’s chuckling with a few of the freshmen guys.
“Did she lose a bet?” I ask him as I pass. Casual-like…hoping no one clues in on how bemused I am.
He glances at me as if he shouldn’t talk to me. “No. Truth or Dare?—”
A dimpled blond guy cuts in front of him. “She went head-to-head with President Cardell, and she lost. Big time.”
“What happened?”
The kid smirks and elbows Henry, whose cheeks flame red, but he steps up toward the table, grabbing a plastic ball. Henry rolls his eyes. “She landed on Aiden, and he picked truth. She asked who his best fuck was.”
My entire body stiffens, and I hold my breath. Ihatethat I’m on edge, wanting to know his answer.
“And he said it wasn’t her.”
Carefully, I blow out a sigh of relief. The blond giggles andsays, “Thenhedared her to let every guy fuck her on the poker table. She refused. Oh, and she started crying. It was hysterical… So, dildo tank it is!”
Thetasdie laughing as Henry nails the target, sending her screeching into the thick fluid and getting penetrated by the cock. It’s slippery, so it slides in easily, but then bobs right out as the chair lifts once again.