Becky is shocked by her friend's flirty attitude

Becky is looking at her best friend with a shocked expression. Why is she giving this random guy the time of day?! Not only is Amy talking to him as if she's keen to make friends, but she's even beaming an eager smile at him! What is wrong with her?!

"Hey, I'm Amy." Amy coos, and Becky stares at her apparently slutty best friend with wide eyes.

"I'm Drake." the black man called Drake responds coolly. "And I just wanted to come chat."

"Oh I love chatting." Amy responds, far too dreamily, as if this guy was some sort of famous rockstar and not just some random dude in the cafeteria.

"Cool cool cool. Yeah, so, like, this is the final week of induction, before teaching properly starts next week. So, people tend to take opportunity to, you know, let loose. Party all night. That sort of thing." Drake continues.

"I do love to party!" Amy responds in an upbeat tone.

Who are you and what have you done with Amy?! Becky thinks to herself.

"Nice. So, my housemates and I are hosting a party tonight, and obviously would love you both to come." Drake says.

"Um, no thanks." Becky snaps back immediately.

"We'd love to!" Amy beams back simultaneously.

"Um, no we wouldn't." Becky clarifies, even more forcefully.

"Come on, Becks! It'll be a blast! What better time than this week? And who knows, you might meet someone you like! Wouldn't that be, you know, useful?" Amy says knowingly to her friend.

Ugh. Fuck. Maybe she's right. I do need to find some people I can bring myself to fuck. Damn, what a ridiculous situation!

"Fine, I guess we'll THINK about it." Becky begrudgingly concedes.

"Nice! I live 8 Greenwood Square. It's one of the luxury manors towards the edge of campus." Drake gives them both a finger-gun gesture, which Becky finds very cringeworthy, but just makes Amy giggle happily.

"Oh my gosh, those houses sound so fancy! I can't wait to see one from the inside! I'll look forward to seeing you later, then~" Amy says flirtatiously.

"Nice. And tonight's dress code is a fancy black tie kind of affair. But be sure to still make it cute and slutty, like what you've got on now, yeah?" Drake pushes his luck with an extremely inappropriate and forward request.

Becky watches with renewed confusion as Amy's expression immediately drops.

"Slutty... You think what I'm wearing is slutty?" Amy asks, uncertain, and clearly a bit self-conscious.

That's a good point... Amy's wearing something way more provocative than she would usually wear. What's going on with her?! Becky ponders.

And then, suddenly, something from Amy's direction lets out a little ding-a-ling sound, like she's received a private message. But it wasn't her phone - it was her Sentinel. Amy's expression immediately changes back to excitement. But now it seems more clear to Becky that it's feigned excitement.

"Um, I mean, yeah, of course! I love to dress to impress guys like you, hahaha!" Amy's laugh definitely seems rather ****. But not sarcastic, just... ****.

Drake seems to be none the wiser. "Awesome. Can't wait to see it. Later then. Don't forget, 8 Greenwood Square. Turn up whenever."

And with that, Drake turns to leave them alone.

Amy turns to Becky, who is already staring at her with eyebrows raised.

There's an awkward silence.

"Is there something on my face?" Amy asks antagonistically, after a moment.

"Your contract. You have to act like a total slutty bimbo, don't you. Or you get in trouble with your Sentinel." Becky whispers.

Amy's expression returns to a normal sullen one.

"Yeah. Kind of. Sometimes. It's... Complicated." Amy mumbles.

"Does sometimes include this party we're apparently going to tonight?" Becky asks directly.

"...Probably a lot of it, yeah." Amy concedes.

"Oh Amy. What have you gotten yourself into?" Becky sighs.

"This was your idea!" Amy hisses. "I need a queen or I'm fucked, right? That's what you said!"

"Well, yeah." Becky concedes. "But to be honest, you've increased your chances from, like, less than 1%, to like, 4 or 5%. At the truth is... That's still pretty shit."

"You're damn right that's still pretty shit! Holy fuck, if I signed this contract and I STILL lose on Sunday, I'm going to flip my shit."

"...There's an obvious solution." Becky mutters quietly.

"Huh?"

"There's a way to change your odds from 5% to nearly 100%." Becky leaves the last bit unsaid.

"There is?!" Amy looks confused for a moment, and then the understanding hits her. "No. No no no. No. I can't. Spend my entire time here prostituting myself? No way. Nuh-uh. I'd rather be naked until I'm 30."

Becky gives a very pained smile. "...Then, seriously Amy... You probably will be."