**Note:** Screwed up the title. This is **Part 4**…
**Chapter 9: Fangs, But No Fangs**
The frat house was between two of the campus corners Sabina had visited earlier in the day, just across the street from the official campus, and dating back almost to the founding. The pledge at the door asked them for school ID, though he spent most of the time eying Vera’s boobs, and the girls went inside to stuffy basement where the music was thumping and the beers were plenty.
As was typical, most of the girls were dancing with each other, while the guys—who it turned out had to wear all white—watched and drank. Sabina loved abandoning herself to the music, and made a good show of grinding up against half the dancers, taking the opportunity to grope Vera in the crowded space, and giving Lisa more than few caresses. She pulled a couple guys out to dance, casting a room-wide enchantment to make everyone a bit more daring, and soon the room was thronged with dancers. Sabina was enjoying a guy grinding against her ass, his hardon pretty obvious through her thin dress, and the desire giving her a power-buzz, not too dissimilar to what she was feeling from the beer. She saw some guy with Lisa, his hand on her ass, though she was doing the same with him. Vera was off in the corner on some guy’s lap, his hand inside the front of her dress, and Sabina felt a twinge of jealousy, both for wanting to be that guy, and for the sex Vera was probably going to have later. The guy behind her eased up and she felt his hand go between her legs and up to cup her sex.