New Week, New Info...

The protagonist leaned back in his chair as the Week 2 pairing confirmation buzzed through his tablet. A soft ding followed, and a glowing card flipped across the screen with an animated shimmer.

New Challenge Card: Regular Sex (×5)

He blinked. That… might actually be doable. Not tame, exactly—but it wasn't BDSM, or anal, or the other cards still weighing down his hand like ticking grenades.

He tapped the screen again, cycling through the five remaining challenge cards in his hand:

BDSM ×7

Anal Sex ×6

Blow Job ×4

Hand Job ×3

Regular Sex ×5

The Public Sex ×8 card was gone, spent last week in that unforgettable—and slightly traumatic—encounter with Kailani Mahelona. But he’d survived it. Scored it, even. Now, the stakes felt different. The Regular Sex challenge hovered in the air like a dare that might actually land.

If she was into him.

He pulled up the profile of the girl he’d just been assigned: Helena Vasquez. Ten of Diamonds.

The image loaded slowly, teasing his curiosity with a sleek university banner, then finally revealing a high-resolution photo. Helena looked barely eighteen—young, polished, and dangerously poised. She wore a skin-tight grey dress with the same confidence that CEOs wore custom suits. Her hair was long, dark, perfectly flat-ironed. Her expression gave nothing away.

He tapped again, bringing up the full bio.

Name: Helena Vasquez

Age: 18

Major: Finance

Hobbies: Trading simulations, luxury fashion hacks, private dance cardio, and "content curation"

Availability: 9

Kinkiness: 61

Fertility: 22

Bio:

Helena Vasquez is an eighteen-year-old finance major with the kind of poise that makes you forget she’s a freshman. Raised in Miami and already known for her business instincts, she treats attention like currency and rarely spends it. Her social circle is tight, her digital presence curated, and while she’s not seen at many parties, she somehow ends up in everyone’s fantasies. Cool, confident, and distant, Helena isn’t the type to flirt—she’s the type to invoice.

Sexual Rumor: Only her Fans have seen her munching on rugs!

The protagonist stared at the card for a long moment. He reread the rumor. Then again. That innuendo might as well have been spelled out compeletely! And it was going to be a problem...

"Oh," he said aloud. "I drew a lesbian OnlyFans model? And I thought last week was bad?!?"