It's picked up by Samuel (femboy route)

Samuel quickly dashed into a room. He just couldn't believe Heather decided to bring her new boyfriend to the party. She had to have done this on purpose. There was no way this wasn't a way to rub it in his face.

He had to think quickly. Either he just went out the room and faced his ex-girlfriend with a big fake smile on his face, quickly made an escape and went home immediately to not be the laughing stock of the evening, or he would have to try and avoid them for the night with a very low chance of success.

It was too late to decide though. The door he just closed behind him was opening again. Trying not to seem suspicious he took the bottle of peach vodka from the floor and poured himself a cup while inconspicuously sitting on the couch, looking at nothing in particular.

"Samuel! I knew it was you! I thought I had seen you get here and just had to check if you had the gull to show your face around a social event again!" Heather's smile was an evil one, like she had just gotten the power to subjugate the universe. "Expecially showing your face here! Just after you decided to DUMP MY ASS in front of everyone, just LAST WEEK!"

Samuel felt something stinging his left ass cheek. He looked at the just filled cup and took a sip. God! Peach vodka is terrible! He finally decided to look up, completely avoiding his ex's and instead moving to his new boy toy. He was exactly how she liked them. Just as Samuel was. Tall and fit but with a meek personality. His replacement looked like he really didn't want to be here. He probably had joined in Heather's crusade of **** because she told him to and because she needed to keep her social status high.

What was that stinging though?

He fished around where he felt the pain and got out a deck of cards that was jammed between the couch cushions. He could see one of them on the ground under Heather's feet.

Not being able to keep it in any longer he decided to shout back at her. "Well, let's see how well you do in ruining my life then! It's still going to be a thousand times better than being just a tool for your reputation!" He looked right at Heather's new arm candy, just hoping his words would reach him and maybe make him realize the situation he had gotten himself into.

While he enjoyed all the furious expressions of her ex's turmoil on her face, Samuel absent mindedly took out a card from the deck in his hands and read.

You are a slutty subservient femboy, and would do anything that is asked of you.

Sam looked up at Heather with fear in his eyes. Who knows what would happen now that he dared question the queen bee's ways.

He quickly got on her knees, his black corset keeping his frame thin. He was hard in anticipation of what the mistress would have him do.

"If you think being arm candy is so terrible how about you go find a random jock to lock arms with and do whatever he says for the rest of the night?" Scoffed Heather. "Oh, and..." She got to the submissive boy and tore away almost all his clothing, leaving him only in the black corset that ended just under his nipples and in his feminine panties, his erection poking out of them. "Put your arms behind your back, you are not allowed to use them unless you are specifically told to!"

Sam quickly dashed outside the room, leaving a wet puddle where he was kneeling moments before. As Heather looked him go with a smile on her face, her boyfriend had reached to the small deck of cards on the couch.