Voodoo Queen had less hesitancy to land than her teammate, Bimbette's aura was magical in nature and since coming to Rapid Rivers, she'd had the unfortunate task of corralling the villainess almost half-a-dozen times by now. No one had any clue how she kept escaping prison, regardless of what kind of magical wards or technological super-suppression tech was put in place to stop her. After being captured, one day she'll just… reappear back in Rapid Rivers, usually robbing a jewelry store or some expensive designer boutique and leaving behind a wake of bimbofied women. She wasn't strong, Tricksterella could beat her easily enough and Voodoo Queen was several levels of overkill, but the near-clockwork regularity of reports of the villainess' return to Rapid Rivers was a mystery that needed her attention more than she’d like.

Bimbette was a problem even before the Ladies of Victory formed, but considering a run-in with her just resulted in a few days of being a bimbo before her aura wore off, most citizens at this point just treated her as a seasonal cold. Hell, most downtown businesses at risk of drawing her attention had time-off protocols for when someone or their partner came down with a case of Bimbette and that, if anything, said how normalized it was.

She also didn't have a bevy of fans who were eager to get a picture with her. She didn’t have a PR firm dedicated to manicuring a public image from the day she was born, and a carefully curated reputation of being cold and stand-offish and her confident stride kept the college kids from coming up to her as she walked Greek Street. Unlike some of the other girls, she very much liked her privacy and her stand-offish vibe meant she very rarely had to give interviews or have cameras shoved into her face. Maven understood, although the tech wizard managed to escape even more scrutiny by somehow keeping the public from knowing about her at all.

Voodoo Queen was certainly a little jealous, but considering her teammate had also helped her pick out an apartment that was, if she was being honest, a slightly too plush penthouse that she was coming to grips with (and the bathroom was bigger than her old apartment in New Orleans, something Chloe thought was important about considering how the LoV living quarters were set-up) that offered all the privacy she could ask for, she decided it wasn’t worth questioning. It didn't seem to interfere with Chloe’s ability to help in her area of expertise, and while she didn’t know what to expect from being a member of a team they mostly understood the idea that sometimes Anita just wanted to be left alone. The few co-eds that didn’t get that and tried to come up with her to obviously sneak a picture got a glare which sent them scattering, although her uniform helped add some intimidation to her step.

The Ladies of Victory were probably expecting something a bit more modest out of her (and in comparison to Magdalena she was downright church-ready) but she grew up in New Orleans and had a little vanity, so her ankle-length, sleeveless black dress was well-fitted and featured two slits up to the thigh for ease of movement, her strides in comfortably heeled ankle-boots showing off plenty of her dark, creamy olive-mollato legs. Voodoo Queen also didn't rely on it for much besides some extra storage, but having a few small pouches on her black and silver belt came in handy more often than not when out in the field. It also matched the silver pentagram brooch that held her hood and cloak on, which didn't necessarily do anything but considering Anita grew up around the covens of witches that lived in Louisiana it was a nice and familiar thing to have.

None of that though happened to be why it was fairly easy to spook off a few coeds, most who were probably seeing her in the flesh and up close for the first time. Rather than a mask or something else to hide her features, Voodoo Queen opted for make-up (magically applied of course, why would she waste time doing it any other way?) and the top half of her face was made to look like a skull. It wasn't ultra-realistic and more similar to a sugar skull for Dia de le Muertos, but with a little bit of magic it was very easy to change that and her piercing sea-green eyes to frighten off the various clout chasers. She had to still at least ask some kids about the campus though, and the few girls she did stop with were more interested in talking with her about her skin care routine or her hair.

She was lucky none of her teammates were around too because her hair was the one thing she was really vain about. Jet-black and only loosely curled, she knew she hit the genetic lottery with it and keeping it perfectly glossy and straight took more effort than she’d ever admit in public but certainly didn’t stop her from sharing a few tips before putting her serious face back on.

Having a job to do though, a few girls kept pointing her farther down the road so VQ continued striding down RRU's infamous Greek Row. She didn't even bother to investigate the Delta Sigma Lambda chapterhouse. While one of the oldest and largest mansions on Sorority and Frat Row, even a recent transplant like her knew it would be a waste of time as the girls in that sorority were 95% bimbo to begin with. Some of the other's though… Voodoo Queen was beginning to notice the trend that the further down the road she got, the shorter the skirts got and the larger the chests on display were.

A soft snort escaped her from that, as someone who was rather well-versed in large-chested problems, most girls who wanted to creep into that size didn't realize how much of a pain shopping for support became… not to mention stairs in general. Considering the efforts she went through to disguise and support that specific problem, she made a mental note again to consider getting a reduction as Voodoo Queen steeled her distracted mind and continued on her way. The oddest thing as she walked wasn't the ever-increasing bimbo population, but the complete and utter lack of magical signature she was finding.

Normally there was always some faint whiff of Bimbette to track, and even the generally charged air that campus had wouldn't have hidden it this well, which felt concerning. Instead the only thing was the faint smell of strawberries, without a single string of magic to help her track. That being said, if she was going to find any information on the villainess' whereabouts without the clues and tricks she used, she at least had a good idea of where to start, coming to a stop in front of a large fraternity home.

Alpha Sigma Chi Xi was currently mid-party despite it being the middle of the week, music pumping from somewhere inside loud enough to be heard clearly at the front gate, boys and girls in a variety of undress currently working their way through the kegs of alcohol the frat had put out. The noise was half the reason she stopped, the other half being that while there were still a few hold-outs of normal girls among the co-ed population on her way down the street, or at least if they were slutty it was the normal kind she’d come to know since moving to Rapid Rivers, not a single girl at this party looked to have remained un-bimbofied. Voodoo Queen couldn't place it, there was no magical signature to mark Bimbette's passing and even having grown up in New Orleans, the level of sexual freedom and deviancy most Rapid Rivers citizens could just brush off surprised even her. There was something going on that twinged her gut, her intuition telling her something was off.

"Oh wow, cool costume. No one told me it was that kind of party, Craig just asked for some more kegs."

Turning around, Voodoo Queen eyed up the young man coming up behind her… and there was plenty of him to do so. His Rapid Rivers Raiders shirt barely contained his bulky physique, his body obviously designed for playing tough, physical sports rather than just from weight lifting. Not that he struggled in that regard, considering he was farmer carrying two kegs with just a light sweat. He also had a cute face, probably a sophomore or more likely a junior if he could get alcohol, but still sheepishly boyish and friendly looking to her.

She could also tell that he wasn't making fun of her, and she felt bad that the first thought she had was 'simple' but based on his accent; he was probably just a nice midwest farm kid who got a scholarship based more on his athletic talent than any scholarly ability. She also got to notice the blush creeping in as she began to inspect him, and the eyes going slightly wide when she casually flicked a wrist as the kegs started to float of their own accord.

"Thank you, although I'm not exactly here for the party and more of an investigation… Is Craig the… head of the frat?" She smirked a bit as he gawked at the kegs as, when he let go, they limply settled into the air about a foot off the ground, bobbing gently as her magic held them.

"Err… umm, sorry ma'am. Shit, no fuck, no umm… crap-" Voodoo Queen had trouble keeping a straight face as she heard him mutter under his breath about his mama telling him about swearing in front of a woman, but luckily he was distracted enough that she got her ice queen mask back on before he looked at her again. "I'm not actually in the fraternity, I just know Craig from English Lit. My uncle owns one of the local liquor chains and Craig lets me umm… "borrow" his notes in exchange for a few extra kegs during a party."

Voodoo Queen watched the young man's blush deepen as he realized his emphasis on ‘borrow’ probably told a bit too much. "I-I-I don't cheat or nothing, it's just not something I'm good at and the prof doesn't really like me that much, so Craig makes sure his notes are really good at answering the test questions. Oh, um dam- darn it, I'm Edgar ma'am. Eddie Duckworth. I play left tackle for the Raiders." as Eddie realized he forgot to introduce himself and held out his hand, obvious pride at the position he held swelling his chest before he realized a half-second too late who he was talking to.

She couldn't help a light chuckle escaping her as she gently shook the meaty paw of the embarrassed young man. "Thank you Eddie, Voodoo Queen; of the Ladies of Victory-" she even gave a little bow in the hopes of easing the tension. She tried to be aloof, not rude and cruel. "and not to judge a book by its cover but your appearance and body do give away what you're here at Rapid Rivers for." Luckily for her, a normal interaction helped ease the tension around his shoulders… and hopefully made him a bit more open to answering her questions.

"Ahh yeah, I suppose Rapid Rivers doesn't have many corn-fed Hoosiers. Although in comparison to our QB, I don't spend anywhere near as much time in the gym as I should." Eddie clearly starting to relax as the conversation went more into familiar territory.

I have no idea what a Hoosier is. "I guess my next question then: do Craig's parties usually contain so many girls in the current state they are now?" Ahh, Mama Brigette. The poor boy started like a hare at that, taking in his first real look at what was going on outside the frat. It was clear that whatever was going on, Eddie wasn’t up to speed on it.

"Uhh, yeah honestly. Most parties on Frat Row usually end up this way one way or the other." She watched as Eddie started to tilt his head, like a stray thought appeared and he was busy trying to find out where it came from. "Although… everyone here seems kind of… umm." It was obvious that he had something, but he was also desperately trying to be polite about it. "They usually look… well there’s usually not this many Delta Sigma girls in one place.”

That was a fair assessment, as Voodoo Queen looked onto the various party goers oblivious to the conversation going on a few feet away. It wasn't so much that all the girls were bimbos of a various nature, but that their bodies all seemed to share or slowly be sharing similar traits. In another hour or two, every girl here could probably share bras and jeans alike, and she wasn't the only one who realized that as a pair of girls stripped to switch outfits for a selfie. Considering there was no way all these girls were 21 or over, there were also way too many of them on their phones recording the party and themselves, but that was a problem for the normal police. "Well, clearly I'm going to have to have a discussion with Craig or whoever is in charge here about what's going on.”

It took Eddie a moment to react to her swinging open the gate and walking through, and another moment to realize he didn't need to carry the kegs as they fell into line behind her. Most of the co-eds slurred or muffled cheers were in response to the kegs, oblivious to the actual super heroine amongst their midst, but she didn’t hold that against them as she opened the door to the mansion proper. The scene and scent of co-ed copulating carnage became amplified along with the thumping music, and while she could easily avoid any stray hands, the crush of bodies made any attempt to dodge the phone-obsessed kids a waste of energy. Although… she got a good view of herself in passing on one of the bimbos larger phones, and stopped for a moment.

Something looked off about her costume… as she adjusted the top of her dress to make it settle more comfortably around her large breasts. Much better. she thought. Voodoo Queen had always tried binding them or anything to make them appear smaller but it was a losing battle, and when she came across another girl loading up a picture of her to PicUp she made sure to stop and double check. Good… I’d hate to look frumpy. It was just a little moving around of the fabric, but the tight front was clearly straining to contain her while a bit of side-cleavage gave a good view of just what she was packing, exactly like how she designed her costume.

It was a strange thought for Voodoo Queen in the middle of a frat house, but it made sense that with how big they were, she’d be a little bit vain about making them look nice. Plus as a sorceress a little distraction never hurt anyone. If I'm going to be lugging them around, the least they could do is pull their weight in other regards. With that sorted out, the oddness of the thought disappeared as quickly as her unconscious smile did when she noticed it. She had to maintain her composure, even as her skin was heating up.

If Bimbette wasn't here, there was clearly something else going on and she'd be sure to uncover what it was… although she wished she had double checked her make-up before coming inside… It didn't take long for her and Eddie to find Craig and the rest of the ASCX crew, enjoying a game of strip beer pong in the back with and surrounded by some bimbos who were more interested in showing skin than trying to win a game. The room unmistakably smelled of sweat, strawberries, and musk which sent a little shiver straight between Voodoo Queen's thighs, but it was easily repressed as she took stock of the room.

"Oh shit, Eddie brought kegs and a stripper! Hell yeah!" One of the young men playing beer pong cheered, only taking a brief moment to realize that Eddie was sheepishly following behind her and the kegs were floating on little puffs of black and teal energy. That annoyed her, as Voodoo Queen's eyes narrowed at who could only be Craig, the tall and fit young man looking every bit the Rapid Rivers surfer boy with swept-back sandy blonde hair and a sleek tan chest built less from working out and more just an athletic lifestyle.

She should have been used to it though, really she should wear more normal shoes than the 4-inch thigh high stiletto boots she had, but they made her legs look great and honestly, girls with chests like hers could definitely make bank at a club, but she was obviously a super heroine and deserved to be treated like one. The panic that crossed his face was satisfying, as he began to look around at the other gathered young men, some of whom were too distracted to notice her entrance and a few others that were trying to cover up a similar reaction, like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Jackpot, she managed to keep her satisfied smirk from reaching her face as a gentle wave of her hand set the kegs on top of the ones already here.

"Damnit Craig, she's one of those superheroes from downtown, Voodoo Queen, she just had some questions." Eddie looked extra embarrassed, which unfortunately was hitting all the right buttons for Voodoo Queen, like a cute puppy dog she just wanted to…

Head in the game Anita, these guys clearly know something.

Clearing her throat a little, she addressed the room but kept her eyes laser focused on Craig. "Voodoo Queen, Ladies of Victory. We're investigating a recent outbreak on campus possibly related to the villain Bimbette. I don't suppose you boys have seen any strange women walking around turning girls into bimbos considering-" she gestured to the various half-naked giggling blondes all with matching balloon tits and plush pink lips, there was even less variety in here than there was on the lawn, although they all seemed equally obsessed with their phones, the thought felt like a breakthrough in her investigation before it seemed to slip away as easily as it came.

Vapid bimbos just love to show off online, it made sense and she shouldn't bother giving it a second thought. The intrusiveness of that internal statement didn’t sit right with her, but she was confused by Craig's reaction. It was a bit unexpected, as he showed a bit of shock at her arrival and question, but instead his forced smile relaxed into an easy grin, like she had just said something funny.

"No ma'am, haven't seen any strange women walking around-" If she had been paying attention, she would have seen his grin turn almost predatory, but she was getting distracted trying to catch a glimpse of herself on one of the phones being used to take selfies, she really should have checked her make-up beforehand. "-buuuut we did have an idea about how the girls all ended up this way." All the guys not currently being distracted gave him a weird look as he stepped around the beer pong table, phone in hand. "Although you seem like something else is on your mind, did you need to borrow a phone to call someone?" Shit. She hadn't meant to be caught and thankfully her dark skin kept a blush from being too obvious in here.

"No. I mean I have other ways to get in touch with the other heroines… although if you're offering I wouldn't mind to borrow it for just one second."

Craig clearly didn't, as he had been handing it over for her even before she finished her sentence, but taking it gratefully she held it up. The issues on Voodoo Queen's mind must have been more obvious than she thought, as he already had it open to PicUp's selfie camera, but it gave her just the right opportunity to check her make-up. Luckily, the sweat that was starting to form on her hadn't done any damage; the intricate black, white and gold skull mask she had painted looked great although… she pulled out a tube of gold glitter gloss from one of her pouches, giving her lips a good once over before getting a good look.

Her golden brooch was holding on for dear life over her cleavage but everything else was in its place, the strappy black and gold 6-inch thigh highs leading up to show off a generous amount of side-booty as the thong leotard underneath her dress hid nothing with the slit as high as it was. Going back to her face she gave a quick pucker and took a shot as a thank you for Craig letting her double-check. She had just recently switched from silver to gold after she got obsessed with the large hoop earrings she had gotten when she moved to Rapid Rivers.

Voodoo Queen had swapped the other half-dozen piercings in her ears to gold as well, and the dozen or so bracelets she had added to her costume jingled pleasantly. She also loved the golden choker she had found at a thrift store, honestly she was just a sucker for jewelry and fancy, expensive things. Voodoo Queen mentally stumbled for a minute, her mind feeling fogged over, but it cleared as quickly as it came. The photo of her looked exactly the way she wanted, the right amount of sexy and… she really needed to concentrate, Craig just told her he knew what was going on and she should really focus on that.

Of course, if she had been focusing, she would have noticed Eddie getting bug-eyed at all the little changes happening, or Craig shushing him up, or when Eddie did try to speak, Craig whispering something into his ear that made him stop. Certainly Craig threatening a guy of Eddie's size would be a bit ridiculous, but the hand on his shoulder and the emotions crossing Eddie's face didn't leave much room for interpretation otherwise.

No, Voodoo Queen was so engrossed in making sure everything on her looked the way it was supposed to that she missed what had passed between the two young men before she handed the phone back to Craig, her eyes drifting south to check out the V of his hips disappearing into his pants and a not insubstantial bulge that had her unconsciously licking her lips.

"Well, if you are aware of or could at least help point me in the right direction, I'd be very grateful." She hadn't meant to make that last bit sound so sexy, but nothing made a man more eager to help than the idea of a hot woman like herself being in their debt. I might even pay up on that sooner rather than later. Voodoo Queen knew she was getting distracted again, but being surrounded by a bunch of fuckable little bimbos getting what they want was making her think about her own needs. It helped that Craig looked like he had a decent cock… although a quick glance at Eddie's revealed maybe she was looking in the wrong direction, his own monster starting to show even as he avoided her eyes.

"I could… but then what do I get out of being such an exemplary citizen?" Craig's innocent tone was betrayed by his eyes obviously sizing her up lustfully, and he was lucky Voodoo Queen loved it when men looked at her like that (although she couldn’t for the life of her remember why… or when she started thinking that way). She didn't have time to formulate a response though as Craig kept going.

"You know… how about this. Since you interrupted our game of Beer Pong, let's reset the board with some new cups and beer and you and Eddie here can take over for the girls-" The two half-naked bimbos giggled and pouted but they were easily distracted when another drunk frat boy was happy to entertain them. "- and if you win we'll tell you what we know." Voodoo Queen's eyes narrowed, she didn't necessarily have to go along with this… but if she won she would also get Craig and his partner nice and stripped and that would be hot as hell. Her mouth felt a little dry, lips already eager to form a little O ready for something to just slip into it…

"You don't really have to-" "Agreed." Voodoo Queen shushing Eddie, she had the time and while she had never played beer pong before, how hard could it be? Craig and his frat brothers were clearly already ready for her affirmation; the absolute model of efficiency as they had obviously set a beer pong table a hundred times before. "Before we begin a few house rules. One re-rack per team, bounce shots don't count, blue cups are your drinks, red are Eddies, and one article of clothing per cup, jewelry doesn't count as clothing and… You have to take a selfie every time you drink." She didn't have a phone on her, but Craig was more than happy to let her borrow his. However…

"No stripping. I'm a public figure. I can't have those kinds of pictures being shown." Craig looked a bit surprised, but his eyes tilted out to the left as a look of concentration started crossing his face.

"Okay, no stripping but the selfie rule still applies, and we'll add the "On Fire" rule. If the player makes three shots in a row, they're on fire and can keep shooting until they miss." That was fair, Voodoo Queen looking up at Eddie who was still avoiding her gaze or looking down at her chest, which was super rude as she jiggled a bit to get his attention. Sighing, and hoping maybe a few beers would loosen him up, she took her place next to the table. “Sounds good to me.” After all, what’s the worst that could happen?