Close your eyes and let me drag you back to the party. You thought you were a guest—but you were the ritual. In this immersive meditation, the chants pull you under, your cock melts into a dripping cunt, and your tits grow heavy as the frat king mounts you again and again. Every breath makes you dumber. Every whisper empties your skull. This isn’t a fantasy—it’s the dream where you finally accept it: you’re nothing but their dumb, cum-drunk breeding stock bimbo.