Onward to the contest

You proceed across the convention floor towards where the contest is being held, thinking about the amount of women you've got to have sex with and the meaning of those little hearts on your pass. You checked and you still have just the four, but you are pretty sure you got those three extra ones because three of the women are now pregnant with your child. This ability to have sex with almost anyone and have them just accept it is so intoxicating. You wonder which ones...

You are so caught up in your thoughts that you actually go right past the event center and have to backtrack because the crowd in front of the doors is massive. You squirm your way to the front of the crowd and signal to the guy behind a little cloth barrier who runs off to fetch someone. A woman comes hurrying back to you wearing a casual business outfit and holding a clipboard. After peering at your pass for a moment she sighs and waves you in. "Thank goodness you are here, we are starting soon and this whole thing is very irregular."

As she chatters away she leads you up to the stage. "I don't know how you planned on judging this but I hope you are ready. We got most of the contestants here already, and the prize slips on that table backstage are good to go, although why anyone would want some of those things... Well, I'm not paid to judge, your judges are. Are they ready?"

It takes you a moment to catch up from her barrage of comments and you realize, you don't have any judges. You don't even know what is happening. You stutter out, "I, uh..."

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)