This is your room! I know it's small, but you'll be so busy, I don't think you'll end up minding. There are 50 of us in this sorority house, so you'll be cleaning up after a lot of women. Your jaw will probably be so sore! Oh, what's that? You thought the contract you signed was for "bathroom attendant"? Well of course it was, you idiot! All the girls here vastly prefer a human toilet to a plain old porcelain throne. What, did you think that you'd be wandering through the house, handing us mints, stocking toilet paper, and oogling us in our tiny little robes? You're so stupid! You should have read the contract more closely. Now you're trapped. You're going to spend all this year slurping up our golden nectar and gobbling down our fresh, hot waste. You'd better get a taste for it, boy! You're required to get us pristine and clean each time we go...