Kailani's Bio Card

No sooner has the last girl’s image faded into place than your tablet buzzes again—quick, firm, and unmistakable. Across the row, you see a ripple of motion as the others check theirs too.

Rhett grins, already mid-stride across the stage.

“Alright, gentlemen—and Cassie. You’ve made your picks. Now it’s time to find out what you’re really dealing with.”

“Your tablets now contain a bio card for your girl. Might give you an edge, might give you second thoughts. Either way, you’re gonna need it.”

You glance down, and sure enough, a black screen with sharp white text blooms beneath Kailani’s image. You start to scroll—

But before you get more than two lines in, a voice down the line cuts through the silence:

“YES!”

You look up just in time to see Milo throw both fists in the air, grinning like he just got the cheat code for the whole game. Somewhere in the middle rows, someone actually laughs out loud.

Rhett raises an eyebrow and smirks.

“Well, looks like one of our brave professor-chasers just found out tenure doesn’t mean untouchable. Hope you brought your charisma, buddy—not your essay outline.”

The room chuckles again, but your focus drops back to your screen.

Kailani Mahelona. Rugby player. Cybersecurity intern. Nicknamed "Kaiju" by her teammates. Strong, smart, and already doing more with her life than most people in this room. You try not to think about how she could probably bench more than you.

Your eyes flick to the stats:

Kinkiness: 73 – Higher than you expected. Discreet, but... intense.

Fertility: 59 – Neutral. Probably not a concern—but not a dead-end either.

Availability: 41 – Uh-oh. That’s low. She's got a packed schedule and very high standards.

Then there’s the rumor.

She once pulled a guy under the bleachers during halftime—just to “work out some aggression” before the second half. He didn’t complain.

You swallow.

You’re not sure if you just signed up for a fantasy… or a concussion.

But hey—no turning back now.