New Show, New Rules

"Any other questions?"

Rose's eyes darted from side to side as she took in the room around her. It was all so...bewildering—she'd been made to remove her shoes and socks, and replace them with the knee-highs they'd provided, and all but frogmarched down a long, winding series of corridors by Trine-E and Zu-Zanah, harshly shushed and threateningly prodded whenever she'd tried to ask where they were going, so eventually she'd been led onto a colourful, expansive set made up to look like some kind of futuristic classroom, a large, enthusiastic crowd talking amongst themselves as Rose had been brought out and made to stand behind a podium. Upon realising that she was clad in an itty-bitty mockery of a school 'uniform' (and with no bra or knickers under any of it to boot) the whistling and cat-calling had started, which had understandably made Rose want to sink into a hole in the ground and never come out. Suddenly, the cold, desolate horror-show of Floor 500 back from the days of the Jagrafess didn't seem quite so unappealing after all; at the very least, she'd had proper clothes on and wasn't being ogled by a crowd of spectators back then.

She stood behind the podium, her back to the audience, trying to ignore the constant shouts of, "Nice bum, love! Couldn't give us a little shake, could ya?" and "I see London, I see France, don't see much else, though!"
Rose silently cringed, standing as close to the podium as possible to keep her pussy safely hidden and clasping her hands together over her gorgeous arse to try and preserve some semblance of dignity while she had to stand there. Her gaze fell back on a weedy-looking man standing before her, who was staring at her expectantly, occasionally sneaking glances at her chest when he thought she wasn't looking. "S-sorry?" She pursed her lips. What?"

"Any other questions?"

"Questions? About what?"

The man frowned, gesturing at the set around them. "The show? The one you're on right now? God, where do they find these people..." he grumbled, checking a futuristic-looking wristwatch on his left arm and tapping a foot pointedly. "Do you know how everything works?"

"Ummm..." she looked around again, then shrugged helplessly. She hadn't the slightest idea of what was going on, in truth, she was beginning to feel as if she was barely holding back a nervous breakdown after what she'd been through. "I'm...I'm sorry, would you hate me if I asked you to run me through everything...again?"

The man sighed, then gave a curt nod. "Right, sure." He cleared his throat, then launched into what sounded like a prepared statement, a bored expression plastered across his features the whole time. "Welcome to 'Are You Smarter Than A 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind?' The show that pits human ingenuity against robotic acuity!" He snuck another glance at her tits, then continued. "Rules of the game are simple, you and the 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind—I have to use the full name every time, in case you were wondering—go head-to-head answering the questions. Three rounds, five questions a round, escalating tiers of rewards for the victor and punishments for the loser at the end of each. Basic stuff, easy to remember. Got it now?"

Rose's head was spinning, but the basics of the game seemed simple enough. She nodded, and the man took that as his cue to spin on his heel and scuttle away across the set, to where a group of men in blue jumpsuits and some kind of protective helmets fiddled with a large, boxy device, reminiscent of old, old computers, the kind she recalled seeing once in a History lesson back at school, with the tape on spinning cassette reels. Though this one had no such reels, it instead boasted a large bank of blinking lights and access ports running all down its front, while a long spool of wires ran along the floor and out of sight to the far end of the set. Was that the AM-Something-Or-Other? It looked...imposing, to say the least.

She tore her attention away from the super computer, noticing something moving in her peripheral vision. When she looked over at it, she realised with a start that it was Trine-E and Zu-Zanah waving at her, nested away in a dark corner of the studio. Rose exhaled loudly at the sight of them, quickly turning away and going back to examining the set, hoping they stayed far away. The classroom scene in front of her was impressive, a few rows of gleaming silver desks stretched out toward the back 'wall' of the set, to which a large digital whiteboard was attached. The desks were all empty, the whiteboard blank, apparently turned off. It was a compelling effort they'd gone to dress the whole thing up, so compelling Rose was still examining it when what sounded like a school bell started ringing.

Rose looked up at the sound, unsure of what to expect. Was this the beginning of the show? That guess turned out to be true, as moments later a tall, well-built man with slicked-back hair strode onto set. He wore a tweed suit, a pair of black square glasses and was carrying several cue cards. Walking into the middle of the set to stand before Rose, he flashed a smile at the assembled crowd, then zeroed in on Rose herself, staring at her pretty little tits with a hungry look. "Hello, hello!" He said. "Welcome all, to tonight's episode of," he sighed quietly to himself, quickly looking down at his cue cards for something. "Are You Smarter Than A 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind?" The audience broke out into applause, a smattering of wolf-whistles bringing two little spots of red to Rose's cheeks. She shook her hair back out of her face, eyeing him warily. "I'm your host," he continued, coming in close to Rose's podium. "Parven Hallik." He smiled again, inclining his head downwards to greet her. "What's your name, then?"

Rose looked away, concentrating as hard as she could on not blushing. "R-Rose."

Parven Hallik raised an eyebrow. "Just Rose?"

"Tyler," she added, quickly, making eye contact for a split second before avertin her eyes once more "Rose Tyler."

"Rose Tyler," he echoed. "Pretty name, for a pretty..." he leant forward just a tad to get a look at what lay on the other side of the podium. "Girl." He stood back up straight, adjusting his tie. "So, are you ready to prove your smarts, Miss Tyler?"

Rose shrugged. "I–I guess so."

"Well, you're certainly dressed for it." He licked his lips, tapping the edge of his stacked cue cards against the podium, and taking a step back. "So, tonight you'll be facing the AM77..." he trailed off, touching his index finger to his ear, then rolling his eyes. "Right, yes. Tonight you'll be facing the 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind in a no-holds-barred battle of wits. Most right answers wins, most wrong answers...well, as I say, you're certainly dressed for it."

Rose blinked, this next show didn't seem like it would be as humiliating as the last, at least on the surface. There was something in the way Parven Hallik was looking at her, the way he was talking...it promised unpleasant things if she didn't win this dumb quiz thing. She shifted uncomfortably on the spot, pressing her hands a little further into the pliable flesh of her exposed butt cheeks, and wondering just what she'd been thrown into now...