Surrounded by an air of anticipation, Hostess Tradition stands still, patiently waiting as Vanessa, who leans against the bar with a smirk and tapping fingers, and Eliza, who sashays closer with a seductive sway, eye them like predators, teasing them about their obedience and hinting at the night's initiation that hinges on their ability to handle their liquor and perhaps more, while Vanessa's touch on their jaw and the promise of persuasion hang in the air.