A college student and small-time streamer

Your name is Cleo Greene, aka KleptoKat4. You're currently a student at a small university studying business because your parents pressured you into pursuing higher education, however your real passion is video games.

Entertaining people is exciting to you, even if your livestreams only attract about a hundred viewers. You have built up a great little community and are hoping to continue growing your channel. Only being able to stream when your roommate goes home for the weekend sucks, but you try to make it up with extra long streams when you can.

In the meantime, you are actually enjoying your time at college. Your business classes have given you some insight into the possibility of earning more off of your channel, and the people you have met are mostly pretty cool.

Friday morning, you finally checked your mailbox to find a sleek black envelope addressed to you. This is the first bit of mail that wasn't university news or political ads, so you were kind of excited. It couldn't be from a viewer, you never give out your real name or address online, and you have a PO box back home for the small amount of fanmail that you receive.

Opening it up reveals a small business card inlayed in more fancy black paper.

You may now have whatever you would like, physical or immaterial. You must only claim ownership of it.

Weird. Oh well, must be some kinda new junk mail scheme. You'll ask your RA about it later.

That night, your dorm building was hosting a Mario Kart tournament. You went down to the conference room with a few of the people on your floor to play.

Lucy is, in a word, beautiful. She is tall, blonde, busty, pretty much the perfect girl to the mainstream beauty industry. Plus she's really social, acting as the glue that brought the 3rd floor community together.

Freddie is pretty much the opposite of Lucy. Somewhat chubby with dyed red hair, she seems to end every weekend with a new piercing or tattoo. Though she often comes across as crass or rude, she's a joy to be around once you get to know her and her sharp wit.

Samuel lives across the hall from you, and has joined you for multiplayer games on stream every once in awhile. He's thin and lanky, with curly brown hair down to his shoulders.

So far, the "tournament" was going well. The RA running the event has scrounged up enough consoles and controllers to let everyone who wants to play not have to wait. The four of you have been spread across the consoles, and you were matched against Lucy and two people from the 2nd floor, Jon and Maddie. The match was going well, bringing out your competitive side as both Jon and Maddie were quite good at the game.

"Come on Yoshi..." You were stuck in third place holding onto a single green shell, with Jon and Maddie ahead of you and followed by a flock of CPU racers. From her 8th place position, Lucy drew a blue shell and effectively knocked Jon out of the race for first at the final turn.

This is your chance. "Your ass is mine..." You mutter. You line up your shot and snipe Maddie's Bowser, passing her at the finish for first. "YEAH! Did you see that shell! I claim your ass, Maddie! Good game!" Claim... that's a weird word. Not part of your usual vocabulary outside of collecting rewards in game. Shaking off the thought, you turn to your competitor to shake her hand, and find her suddenly standing up, a shocked look on her face. Probably offended at your outburst. "Uh... Shit I'm sorry bout that. Got a bit carried away celebrating there."

"Sorry to ask... But can I keep using your ass?"

You blink, stunned. You look to Jon, hoping that he knows Maddie and that she just likes committing to the bit. He just shrugs as if to say "I don't know any more than you." Or maybe "what are you looking at me for, it's your ass."

Maddie continues, probably assuming that you're thinking it over. "Just... It's still attached to me, and I would need to use it to sit and lay down and... stuff like that." Damn, she's really committed to this whole 'I own her ass' joke. I should play along, but which way...