Drake in her DMs

The next morning, Amy is in the medical center, in the chair, legs up, pussy and butthole exposed, getting another round of Perfect Doll treatments.

As awkward as it is to have someone doing stuff to her down there, especially stuff designed to make her body more appealing and 'accommodating' to men, it does genuinely feel like a clinical, professional environment, and she doesn't think that Dr. Ito is taking any perverse enjoyment in her role.

"You had anal sex last night." Emily Ito suddenly cuts through the silence with a confident statement.

Amy goes bright red. "Y-you can tell?!"

"Your sphincter is very tender. It must have been quite the intense session."

"You can say that again. Thank the stars for your relaxation gel - without that, I don't think I'd be able to walk today."

Amy sees Dr. Ito's eyes change, and detects that she's probably smiling widely behind that surgical mask.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it's working as intended. You still have two more applications of it to go - one right now, and a final one tomorrow. By the time we're done. you should be able to endure even the most intense of anal acrobatics."

"That's... Actually really good news for me." Amy admits.

"You forsee more anal sex in your future?" Emily asks neutrally.

"A lot more." Amy admits.

"I'll use an extra-high dosage then, just to make sure we get you the fullest effect possible."

"...Thank you." Amy says quietly.

While Dr. Ito is busy applying the relaxation gel to Amy's backdoor, Amy's phone, which is currently sitting on the chair along with her clothes, starts making its little notification beep a lot more frequently than normal.

The color quickly drains from Amy's face as she imagines that some photo of her at the party, perhaps removing her panties in front of that crowd, or, even worse, being sneakily fingered by Drake in the conservatory, has been uploaded to the academy's social media app, and that she's been tagged in it.

The academy's app has much more relaxed rules around sex and nudity than other social media services, and whilst you can request that images and videos of you are taken down, it costs money.

Amy is **** to lie there, her anal sphincter nervously winking as she thinks about what people might be saying about her, and recollecting how she allowed Drake to sneakily stick his thumb up her butthole in a room full of people.

When Dr. Ito is finally done, Amy rushes over to her phone... And finds that all the notifications were just a flurry of disrespectful messages from her new dark-skinned lover. Including an unsolicited photo of his oversized junk.

Of course, since Amy is now a Queen of Spades, she can hardly respond to this with the irritation or disgust that she would have done beforehand. No... Instead, she has to pretend to love it. She reacts with a heart-eyes emoji, and then sends a quick 'Totally, can't wait!' message before discarding her phone back onto her pile of clothes with frustration.

How can this really be happening?!

Despite her true feelings in the matter, Amy spends a lot of the day flirting with Drake and responding positively to his dick pics. It's all she can do to avoid agreeing to meet up with him again that very evening.

I can't do this every single day. No way. My poor butthole...

So instead, Amy fobs him off with credible excuses about having other things to do, and hopes that her Sentinel doesn't punish her for it.

Wait... Can I just... Ask?

"Sentinel, how close am I to earning a Frigidity Point with my current behavior?" Amy asks her bracelet, once she's back in the privacy of her dorm.

"Your unnecessary avoidance of meeting up with Drake tonight is getting you very close to another Frigidity Point." The posh British voice admits.

"Shit. Is there anything I can do to counteract that?" Amy asks.

"Not completely. But you can give yourself more leeway by acting more like a Queen of Spades in other ways."

"Like what?"

"Like finding other black men to act amicably towards, or just dressing more provocatively in general."

Fuck. Why does it always seem to come back to dressing like a slut?

"Ugh. I'll see what I can do." Amy says, and begins looking through her wardrobe.