A Matter of Luck

After yet another blindfolded journey via skycar, the four women stripped naked, and were led inside a building. From the sounds of things, it seemed the place was mercifully empty, for now. They all felt their hands be pulled behind them and cuffed together, and a metal ring clasping around each of their left arms. One by one, Jack removed the blindfolds, and the nude quartet were able to see what had happened.

Miranda, Shepard, Liara and Ashley were all stood in a row beside slot machines. Each with their hands cuffed behind them, their ankles cuffed together, and their left arms cuffed to the lever of their corresponding slot machine. They were standing in one of Illium's casinos. The same casino that Ashley, Shepard and Liara had refused to go to the previous round.

"Since you three took the chance not to come here, I thought it would be fun to force you all here this round!" Boasted Jack. "The game's pretty simple. Your clothes, and the keys to your handcuffs, are stashed inside those slot machines. In order to get them, you each have to get a jackpot prize!"

"But how? We need money to play these machines!" Ashley protested.

"That's the tricky part, you'll have to convince patrons to lend you the money. But I'm sure a naked woman can find ways to be convincing," Jack playfully squeezed Ashley's left boob, prompting the spectre to try and kick the biotic in the shin, though that proved impossible with their bindings. "Aside from that, the game is all luck. You could be here 5 hours, or only 5 minutes. None of you really know."

"But surely that'll land us in hot water?" Asked Shepard. "The whole reason for avoiding this place was because of their harsh treatment of 'distractions.'"

"Oh I'm doing things with those fucker's approval. Naked women at the slot machines seemed like a great way to advertise. But, there was a catch. If any of you four are still here when the casino closes for the night, then you will end up in indentured servitude at this place for 6 weeks. And they won't be giving you any clothes."

"6 weeks?!" All four replied in unison.

"Fuckin' great incetive, ain't it?" Jack grinned wickedly, showing off the signed contracts. "EDI's pretty great at copying signatures. Of course, I could end the contract at anytime, but you girls would have to forfeit the competition as a result. The Casino opens in 5 minutes, better get ready!"