Evelyn Sanchez walked up and down the line of new pledges, surveying the crop before them. There had been five graduating seniors the previous year and so there were five new boys to replace them, although three of those that had graduated were remaining in Charenton and would continue to be involved with Omicron Upsilon Kappa. Behind her stood the rest of the Fraternity’s Governesses, four women, their faces masked with bandanas like Evelyn’s, their eyes offering the only window into their thoughts that the new pledges would get.
The fraternity’s current members, all thirteen of them, were behind her as well, kneeling at the feet of the women in neat rows. Evelyn walked down the row of kneeling pledges, using her crop to spread the legs of a few that were not wide enough for her satisfaction and to prod at the cocks that had begun to grow stiff.