Gina is having complicated feelings

Gina’s heart drops as her roommate splashes into the pool. Ayesha stands up in the four-foot-deep pool and wades towards the ladder, noticeably struggling for some reason.

The view on the screens switches to an underwater camera that shows the olive-skinned beauty struggling to walk with her now-sodden shirt. The audience sees it in high definition when Ayesha finally gets frustrated and pulls her shirt *up to her waist* to aid her walk out of the pool, unknowingly baring her freshly-waxed pussy to the studio audience and, presumably, the entire internet.

Gina feels her heart beat faster as she stares at the image on the screen. Why is she feeling so strange? She bites her lip as Ayesha climbs up the ladder. Beautiful brown legs contrast with dark pink pussy lips. As she exits the pool, her poor clueless roommate unknowingly spreads her labia apart, giving the camera, Gina, and the world a peek inside Ayesha’s sweet little slit.

Ayesha drops her shirt as she exits the water. A chorus of boos and jeers echo out from the audience, but she just good-naturedly flips them off. Ayesha has no idea what the audience full of perverted men have just seen, and that they’re hungry for more. Gina’s brilliant, naïve, beautiful roommate thinks she has been protecting her modesty. She hasn’t, and she never had a chance to keep the world from seeing her body. This game was rigged from the start.

That’s what’s going on, Gina thinks to herself. The game is rigged! Her friend is going to lose and get fucked, debased for this lecherous crowd and have her shame immortalized online. She thinks she can still win, but she won’t. They won’t let her.

Gina’s mental spiral is interrupted by, of all people, Dani, the waifish succubus of a host. “Hey. You’re Ayesha’s girlfriend, right?”

“Ah, wh- no, why would you think that?” Why is she getting so flustered by such a silly question? “I’m-ahem. I’m just her roommate.”

“Oh, roommate, sure,” Dani says with a knowing grin. Then her smile immediately disappears and her tone gets serious. “Things don’t look good for your ‘roommate,’ do they?”

Bitterness wells up in Gina at the reminder that the game is rigged. “No. No, I guess they don’t.”

“If you could protect her from the worst case scenario, would you do it?”

Gina stares at her uncomprehendingly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if she loses again, and she gets ‘Fucked.’ Do you know what that means? You haven’t seen this show before, have you?” Gina slowly shakes her head. “It means,” Dani leaned closer and lowered her voice, “that horny men in this audience will have the chance to have a go at her. No protection, no mercy. The men will keep coming until we get no more volunteers. Look around you.”

Stunned, Gina obediently looks around her at her fellow audience members - mostly male and, without exception, oozing with sexual desire. She had noticed some of her neighbors shamelessly stroking themselves earlier, and it has only gotten worse.

“How many volunteers do you think your pretty roommate will get?”

All of them. Oh my god, Gina thinks, unable to tear her eyes from the lecherous crowd, imagining what they would do to her sweet, wonderful Ayesha.

“So,” Dani continues, “if you could protect her from the worst of it, would you?”

Gina looks back quickly, hope quickly morphing into caution. "What would I have to do?”