Another day, another custodian

"Sentinel, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Wake me up in time for me to meet the three of spades custodian tomorrow."

"Understood, Miss Barnes. Sleep well." Her bracelet replies courteously in its posh British accent.

But Amy does not sleep well. She lies awake in bed for several hours, thoughts, anxieties, fears and worst-case scenarios running through her mind. Living the entirety of her 20s... completely naked. It's completely inconceivable that something like this could happen to her, a woman with zero debt who was a free agent with no serious contractual obligations less than 48 hours ago... And yet it's also a stark reality that someone walking into a four player poker flop with 2-3 off-suit is very likely to come last.

No... That's not what fate has in store for me. I refuse to believe that. I can't believe that!

But her uncertainty keeps her awake until the early hours. And Amy knows just as much as the next person that when you're suffering from sleep deprivation, you don't necessarily have the focus and decision-making skills necessary to navigate a dangerous world filled with predatory contracts.

And that thought just makes it even more difficult to sleep.

"TIME TO WAKE UP, MISS BARNES."

It's only a few hours into her restless sleep that Amy is rudely awakened by her Sentinel.

"Ugh, a few more minutes..." Amy groans groggily.

"Unfortunately, I have allowed you to sleep for as long as possible. You now only have 15 minutes left to get dressed and make your way to the medical center to meet the custodian of the three of spades."

Amy's eyes shoot open.

"Fuck, that's hardly any time at all!" She squeals, throwing the covers off and rushing to her wardrobe to find something to wear.

"My apologies, but I have calculated that you should make it there on time as long as you only spend 3 minutes and 45 seconds on your make up."

"Fucking AI... Humans aren't that perfect with their timing!" Amy grunts, but begins doing her make up as carefully yet quickly as possible, all the same.

15 seconds before the end of the meeting window, Amy hurries into the room labelled 'Laboratory 1' in the academy's medical centre. A tall Asian woman in a lab coat and high heels is waiting there, alone, holding a clipboard. She's wearing a face mask and... Something rather skimpy and figure-hugging underneath that lab coat, it looks like? That, combined with her sheer black stockings, gives her a rather erotic air for what would otherwise be a rather serious and professional appearance.

"There you are, Miss Barnes. I had suspected you would show up today." The custodian, Dr. Emily Ito, speaks through her surgical mask with an air of confidence and authority. "But we will have to discuss this quickly, as I have a patient appointment in five minutes."

"Yes. Of course. Sorry." Amy feels like she's on the back foot already... Not that there's any real 'negotiations' to be had today. It's either sign the contract, or don't sign it. And not signing it isn't really an option.

Dr. Ito hands her clipboard over to Amy, who discovers that it contains a rather lengthy contract, and a pen at the bottom.

"There's no way I can read all this in five minutes." Amy comments instantly.

"The vast majority is simply medical disclaimers and declarations." Emily waves her hand dismissively. "I can accurately summarize the entire contract for you in under sixty seconds."

Amy nods cautiously, prompting Emily to continue.

"By signing this contract, you will be permitted to use the three of spades in Saturday's poker hand." The doctor flashes the playing card in question in front of Amy's face, before sliding it back into her pocket. "You will also be committing to undergo the set of cosmetic procedures known as 'Perfect Doll'."

Amy gasps. "Cosmetic surgery?!"

The doctor tilts her head. "Not really, depending on your definition of surgery. Nothing that requires anaesthesia or incisions. Although the laser does sting, I'm afraid."

Amy opens her mouth to ask exactly what procedures are included, but Emily raises her hand, pre-empting the question, and already beginning to answer it.

"The 'Perfect Doll' makeover consists of... Firstly: application of Sensual Swell Gel to your labia majora and areolae, gently engorging them and encouraging them to be puffier and more prominent. This effect lasts for 2 to 4 years before it needs reapplication, but you will not be under a contractual obligation to get it reapplied. Secondly: Anal bleaching and sphincter relaxation, to ensure that not only does it look as inviting as possible, but is as accommodating as possible to any particularly girthy customers. The effects only last a few months, but you are free to come back for more procedures should you wish. And lastly... laser hair removal and follicle cauterization, for every follicle below your nose. This one, I'm happy to say, is completely permanent."

Amy is left utterly speechless. She doesn't even know which bits are the worst... Or best... Is this **** for a three? Or is it in fact extremely tame because it doesn't actually require her to do anything sexual at all?

But ALL my hair... Being bare down there... Forever... Isn't that super weird?!?!

"Um, these procedures... Aren't they, you know, expensive?" It's all that Amy can think to ask right now.

"That's right. So this is why the contract will also require one more thing from you to help cover the costs of the treatments. We will be allowed to take photos and videos for any and all promotional material we desire. Anonymized, of course, but also deeply intimate. Your vulva, anus and more will likely be displayed on the wall for all to see. Only a small handful of people will know they're yours... But the question remains whether you'll feel extremely self-conscious about that or not."

Holy SHIT.

The idea of Amy's pussy being blown up to huge sizes and plastered around the medical centre make the treatments themselves seem like a cake walk. Surely that would be too much humiliation to bear?! But perhaps... If nobody knew...

"I'm afraid I must press you to either sign the contract or return another day." Emily says sternly. "I have a patient arriving in approximately 90 seconds."

"Um... Oh gosh... Um..." Amy is filled with uncertainty and dread. But just like when she was in the library with Lily, she is worried that if she spends too much time ruminating on this, thinking through all the worst case scenarios, she won't be able to bring herself to go through with it. "Okay, no. I'll sign it. I have to sign it."

If the three of spades is like this, then that just goes to show how far the queens are out of my league. I have to do this. And, thinking about it, some women would leap for the chance to get cosmetic treatments like this for free.

With a shaking hand, Amy signs her name on each page of the contract.

"Done." She says after an arduous 45 seconds of signing.

"Perfect. Then, this is yours." Dr. Ito hands Amy the three of spades.

Please please please let there be a three of hearts, diamonds or clubs dealt in the game on Saturday! Amy prays silently to the heavens.

"Um, I best get out of your hair before your patient arrives." Amy mutters, and turns to leave.

"No need for that." Emily chuckles. If Amy could see her mouth, she can tell it would have sly grin on it. "This slot has been reserved each day for a very specific patient. Her name... Is Amy Barnes."