Amy and Becky

Amy Barnes and Becky Pond are two of the freshers standing in that group with their mouths agape as Stephanie confirms that the rumor about the extremely high stakes strip poker game was true, and provides supporting evidence in the form of that quick flash of her completely commando crotch. Both of them are of course totally aware that the Tobias Howarth Law Academy is the Wild West of contract law, with students encouraged to use contracts to gain advantages in their studies and private lives, and humiliate their peers. But to see the reality of the results of a strip contract with their very eyes... Well, that makes it real. And real is scary.

As Amy tries to study the pages upon pages of the General Campus Contract that every single person on campus must sign, she feels like the words are just blending into a mess on the page. How can she concentrate when she just saw a woman contractually condemned to wear short skirts and no panties for 10 years?!

"I feel like I'm failing the first 'test' by saying this... But surely we don't actually have to read all this, right?" Amy mutters to Becky. "I mean, everyone has to sign it. So, if it secretly included a clause that we had to surrender our firstborn child, someone else before us would have noticed that and sounded the alarm."

Amy has known Becky since the start of high school, and the two are extremely close friends, who trust each other greatly.

"I mean, you're right." Becky mumbles back. "But I feel like if I'm the first one to stop reading it, then the others will think I'm a slacker."

"So you're just pretending to read it too?" Amy asks her, suppressing a chuckle.

"Pretty much." Becky mumurs back with a smirk.

Knowing that Becky was doing the same made Amy feel a lot better. Yes, the penalties for breaches of this contract were super harsh - impossibly high fines which would almost certainly have to be paid back by selling years of one's life into full slavery (and yes, full means full - your owner can use you for sex as much as they want, and even rent you out to others). But from what she had digested, it was very simple to avoid breaches - simply obey, to the best of your ability, any contracts you enter into, don't purposefully disrupt other people's contracts if you're aware of what they are, bla bla bla, and accept the judgement of the impartial AI in your Sentinel bracelet, which you must never take off, in all judgements.

Most of the jargon is just about the countless exceptions for medical emergencies and the like, and agreeing not to sue the academy for any distress or anguish suffered on-site.

In the end, Amy cracks first, and is the first of the group to sign. Becky waits a perfunctory 30 seconds before doing the same. And soon after that, several others sign too.

Two administrators (already wearing their Sentinel bracelets) add their witness signatures, and it's done.

An administrator hands out the Sentinel bracelets, which close neatly around each new student's wrist, and seal themselves shut. They each introduce themselves to their bracelet, as instructed, so that the bracelet knows who is wearing them, and can recognize their voices with 100% accuracy. They show their Sentinel bracelets each page of their General Campus Contracts, including the signatures, and then, finally, they are permitted to enter through the gates.

The twenty students walk slowly through the incredibly well-tended gardens towards the imposing structues at the center of the grounds, their AI-controlled suitcases wheeling themselves along behind the humans. Everyone is silent, and the anxiety and tension in the atmosphere is palpable.

The silence is broken when two young women approach the group from the side.

"Fresh meat." One cackles.

"Afternoon, boys and girls." The second says with a softer, more self-conscious tone.

And they can all see why. While the first lady is dressed rather normally for the climate, in a perfectly acceptable, if somewhat sexy dress, the second is dressed rather shockingly. She's wearing absolutely nothing except a tight white swimsuit with the most ludicrously high waist that reveals all of her hips, and is so thin that with the bright sunlight shining on her as it is, Amy can make out her nipples and pussy lips through the fabric.

There's just no way... How could anyone ever walk around like this at all, never mind in broad daylight?! Amy thinks to herself.

"Hi, I'm Tilly." The sluttily-dressed girl says to the group shyly, not meeting any of their eyes.

The other student scoffs. "Introduce yourself properly, girl! This is Tilly Anderson, the second biggest loser of last year's Strip Poker game."

Tilly blushes, and you see her push her thighs closer together, trying to somewhat conceal her very pronounced cameltoe.

"Wait... So she lost both her bra and panties. I'm guessing?" Max pipes up, but with an audibly dry throat. "But still, I don't understand why she's dressed like..."

"Yes she lost her bras and panties, which according to the strip poker contract, puts a LOT of restrictions on what she's allowed to wear. The game organizers wanted anyone who lost two items to look crazy slutty, after all." Her friend replies. "In fact, there's an easier way to explain. Tilly's Sentinel, perform a public analysis of her outfit compliance."

"Oh come on..." Tilly whines, as her bracelet immediately comes to life, speaking loudly and clearly to the entire group.

"TILLY ANDERSON OUTFIT COMPLIANCE ASSESSMENT:
Single piece swimsuit... Compliant
White color... Compliant
High waisted... Compliant
Sufficiently exposed buttocks... Compliant
Sufficiently detectable areolae... Compliant
Sufficiently tight crotch region... Compliant"

Every single fresher is once again stunned into silence.

"I still won a million though, didn't I." Tilly grumbles.

"What? Speak up!" Her friend teases.

"I said I still won a million dollars though, didn't I, Janet?" Tilly declares, louder and stroppier.

"Pfft, BARELY. You came second place on ONE street, through dumb luck. And at what cost, hahaha." The mean friend who is apparently called Janet retorts. "Tilly's Sentinel, how long has in been since Tilly's last dance party?"

"TILLY ANDERSON DANCE PARTY - AVAILABLE. LAST DANCE PARTY WAS 29 HOURS AND 12 MINUTES AGO."

"Oh no no no, not in front of the newbies!" Tilly begs. But Janet doesn't listen.

"It's dance party time!" Janet squeals with glee, and upon hearing the trigger phrase, Tilly's Sentinel immediately begins playing a disco music track.

TIlly scrunches up her eyes and turns even redder with embarrassment, but doesn't hesitate for a even a moment before she starts doing an embarrassing erotic dance routine in front of the group, with a lot of putting her hands behind her head and thrusting her hips.

"One million dollars! I got one million dollars in three weeks!" Tilly squeals as she shames herself with this ridiculous dance in that ridiculous swimsuit. It's unclear if she's trying to convince the Freshers, or herself, that it was worth it.

Amy's face has darkened, and Becky knows why. Becky grabs her friend by the arm, and moves her mouth to right next to Amy's ear, so that nobody else can hear.

"You don't have to do it, you know. There will be another way. And even if there isn't, it's not your responsibility." Becky says urgently, and with conviction, into Amy's ear.

Amy doesn't reply.