One of the queens...

Amy's first night sleep in her new dorm is, to put it mildly, a rotten one. She's never felt this stressed before in her life. What has she gotten herself into? What has she gotten Becky into?! She can't believe what a fool she was. She was on track to be a successful lawyer in a country which can never get enough lawyers! And now... And now... If she's lucky, she'll be a qualified lawyer who has to work for herself and can only work for clients who are willing to be represented by a topless whore. If she's less lucky, she'll be naked until she's thirty, **** to remain in this weird, sexualized campus since it's one of the only places where she can go outside with her pussy on display without committing a crime. **** to work weird, humiliating jobs to earn enough money to pay for food and accommodation.

It's gone 5am by the time Amy finally drifts off, and it's gone noon by the time that she wakes up the next day.

"Oh shit, I've missed my induction!" Amy exclaims out loud as she sees the time. But then, also, "Oh shit, my life is about to be over because of this crazy strip poker game!"

Suddenly, missing her induction didn't seem like such a big deal any more. Studies can wait until after she's not condemned to a decade of exposure and humiliation.

So, before heading to class, or even to breakfast, Amy knows where she needs to go right now. There's a woman waiting to speak to her between 12:15 and 12:30 each day in dorm C22, and what she has to say may decide the course of the rest of Amy's life.

Finding corridor C takes enough time in itself - this is still Amy's first 24 hours on campus, after all - and everywhere she goes, she gets weird stares or grins from the other students. It's like she's a minor celebrity, but ones that's known for something naughty or otherwise illicit.

She does get a couple of people giving her a friendly "good luck Amy!" as she passes them, but much more than that she gets lecherous looks from those who presumably are keen to see her soon next to naked on campus, and judging looks from those who clearly think that you must be a massive whore who doesn't care about women being respected, to sign up to such an extremely erotic game.

So, Amy is able to add shame to the list of feelings she's feeling already, alongside stress and anxiety.

"Amy Barnes, in the flesh." The attractive, dark skinned senior student says with a smile as she opens her door for the contestant who was assigned her card. "You'd better come inside."

This buxom ebony goddess seems completely comfortable with the enormous amount of cleavage she's got on display, with her slutty black bodysuit betraying its high-waisted nature, despite the shiny black latex miniskirt almost hiding it. The skirt is made even more provocative by the big vertical zipper positioned right at the front, tempting anyone close enough to trivially zip it down and expose the saucy sights underneath. And if you were left in any doubts about the sexual nature of her get-up, the tight black spiked collar around her neck was likely to remove that uncertainty.

"As you know, my name is Jasmine." She says in a kind, but somewhat sultry voice, once she has closed her dorm door behind Amy.

Jasmine reaches behind her back, underneath her tiny skirt, and pulls out, from... Amy's not sure where exactly - probably between her butt cheeks - the queen of diamonds that had been dealt out of the deck last night.

"And I'm the custodian of the Queen of Diamonds. It's me who you'll be signing a contract with if you want to take this card into the flop deal next week." She finishes.

"Just give it to me straight." Amy says impatiently. She's been stressed about this for so long, and she just wants it to be over.

Jasmine raises her eyebrows with mild curiosity, but then shrugs. "Fine. But you might want to sit down first."