The pledges had white denim rags with red lettering and icon, while the full members had red rags with black and gold lettering and icon, of a grinnin... devil's head in outline, and a distinctly piratical air. This could be bad, but I was careful not to let my trepidation show. I only hoped Eliza would be smart enough to see what was up, and to stay out of view- a mixed pack full of pledges was the worst, as they would be trying to prove up, and were more likely to cause trouble. I didn't. " I don't have a choice if you want me." Like you said, there's plenty of women in the world. I'm beginning to understand that most of them aren't going to care about whether they want it or whether it's that I want it so they want it." I shrugged. "I don't know what the Institute wants from me, but I, for fucking damn sure, know what everybody else needs from me." You really are taking this too calmly," she said, tilting her head.I studied her; taller than me by a couple of inches, brown hair. The idea excited Komal. So I had to plan a ‘roasting’ of Komal.We decided to invite three of our male English friends with whom we had had some soft swap in the past and we knew that they really admired Komal’s body. We arranged for Christmas dinner with all the decorations. Komal also dressed up in traditional Indian sari with lots of jewels from head to toes. Her each toe had a ring with a chain to her anklets. With bangles on her arms, necklace around her neck dangling teasingly between her. "Uh-oh!" I widened my eyes in mock panic and slowly twisted my neck to the left. "Erk! Help!" When I couldn't twist my head any further, I moved my feet to keep my head rotating from the crowd's point of view, twisting in a full circle a-la that creepy little girl in The Exorcist."Blarrrrgggg!" When I rotated back into view, I lolled out my tongue and rolled my eyes up into my head. A few girls yelled "Eeewww!" and there were a couple of shutter-noises from camera phones along with some polite.