A new morning, and a new, sexier Amy

Amy spends the morning quizzing the Sentinel on what it expects of her now that she's to be a Queen of Spades. When she signed every page of the contract, the bracelet was reading all the fine print on the pages, which calibrated its understanding of what Amy should do to avoid getting Frigidity Points.

"Do I need to, um, dress differently?" She asks, uncertainly.

"You certainly shouldn't dress particularly conservatively, but you don't need to dress provocatively either, on a normal day, unless you know that you will be encountering an established love interest, or a location largely dominated by black men." The Sentinel responds emotionlessly.

"This is insane." Amy sighs.

"Wearing something only slightly provocative is also permissible, as long as you act sufficiently flirtatiously towards any black men you encounter, and perhaps flash them a bit of extra skin when possible." It continues.

"Oh my god. Okay, speaking of which, what exactly do you mean by acting flirtatiously?"

"This could be any of countless things. Eye contact, smiling, giggling, winking, blowing kisses, innuendo and so on, all the way up to flashing them your privates and directly telling them what you'd like them to do to you. The more tame the flirting, the more consistent it would need to be, to count."

"I guess I'm only going to get a good idea of what you expect of me when I find out that you've penalized, me, aren't I."

"Yes, that seems likely." The Sentinel confirms. "Would you like me to inform you immediately when you have earned a Frigidity Point?"

"Uh... Maybe not in those words. Maybe... play a subtle chime when I do. Then others won't know what that means."

"Understood."

"Now I have no idea what to wear..."

In the end, Amy decides on some of the sexiest clothes she owns that could be called casualwear. Usually she makes sure that only one of her cleavage, belly button, and legs are on display - attractive but tasteful. Today... And perhaps, for the entirety of her life until she graduates... Everything is out.

Amy's first stop after breakfast is the medical centre. Thanks to the contract she signed for the 3 of spades, she's going to be spending every single morning here for the next two weeks, having progressively more hair permanently lasered away, and progressively plumper nipples and labia.

Well, at least that card isn't being wasted - unlike the 2 of clubs, which she now definitely won't be using in her poker hand. But despite that, she's still contractually obliged to wear a silent but strong vibrator in her pussy whenever she's using the library. What a fucking idiot she was to sign that contract!

Amy continues to mentally berate herself as she endures another session of painful laser attacks on her hair follicles. If she's being honest with herself, she feels like she deserves to suffer right now, as punishment for being such a fool. Perhaps this nasty encounter with Dr. Emily Ito's surgical equipment will help to shock her brain into taking this all a bit more seriously.

More sore and more smooth than she was a couple of hours ago, Amy once again wanders towards the cafeteria in search of food and her friend. Becky is there, in the same chair, still focused on dating apps, by the looks of things.

Still struggling to choose five strangers to fuck, the poor girl. Amy thinks to herself, as she joins her friend for lunch.

Becky's head snaps up to lock eyes with Amy's.

"So?" Becky demands.

Amy can tell from the the tone of her voice, that Becky is greatly concerned for Amy fate if she was to attend the poker hand with only a 2 and a 3. So that means, from Becky's perspective, Amy has some good news for her.

"I signed it. I've got the Queen of Spades." Amy tells her friend, barely able to believe the truth of the own words coming out her mouth.

Becky's eyes shoot open. "Oh my god. I really didn't think you would actually do it... I mean, this is good! Really good! You're halfway to not being doomed! But also... Oh god, what does the contract require?!"

Amy opens her mouth to start speaking, but then hesitates.

"It's really really important that I keep it a secret." She says weakly.

"So you won't even tell me?" Becky replies, frowning, clearly offended.

"I..." Amy starts.

What if you decided you hated me after all. What if we fall out? What if you are **** and get blackmailed or bribed? I've got to think about this. My life could be ruined ten times as badly as it is already. Amy thinks to herself. But she doesn't say all that out loud.

"I... What if someone else hears? People could have all sorts of listening devices these days." Amy whispers.

Becky narrows her eyes, unconvinced that this is really the reason that Amy isn't telling her.

But then, Amy's argument is proved to be at least somewhat valid, because they are both surprised by the sudden appearance of a young man from the side of the table they weren't looking at.

"Hey, ladies. How are you doing?" The guy has a warm, friendly voice, and seems genuinely keen to make friends, rather than to start trouble.

"Um, can I help you with something?" Becky snaps in an abrasive tone, as young women commonly do when they find themselves the target of unsolicited attention from men they don't know.

But Amy gives a friendly receptive wave, and a very affable "Hey, pleased to meet you!"

Amy has street smarts. She understands the concept of stranger danger. And she knows that you shouldn't just let random men start unsolicited conversations with you like this, because if you do, there's a risk that they interpret your friendliness as a sign that you're being flirty, or even worse, if they're a bad dude, they might get an indication that you're rather **** and potentially easy to build trust with, manipulate and then exploit or ****.

But even knowing all that, Amy is immediately behaving openly friendly and not at all guarded. The guy is cute and clean shaven and well dressed, but that's not the reason. Amy has more self control than that.

The reason that Amy has immediately started behaving this way, is because this particular young man is black.