A bra with no top

Amy didn't exactly arrive at the academy with a suitcase full of slutwear, so her options for dressing like a slut are limited.

In the end, she concludes that in order to properly stand out, she's going to have to take her favourite lacy bra and wear it without a top. She stands in front of the mirror, experimenting with different bra-only looks, and settles on framing it with a long black cardigan that also protects her butt from any of her buttcheeks that might poke out the bottom of her tiniest pair of black shorts.

She looks rather unique as she exits her dorm and walks down the corridor towards the exit, her arms modestly covered by the long black sleeves of the cardigan, and then pretty much the entire the rest of her body all on show, except for the small patches of protection provided by the lacy bra and tiny shorts.

Oh my god, I feel like such a slut.

But I guess that's the whole point, isn't it.

And I might as well get a taste for what life in my 20s would be like if I lost some clothing.

Amy receives a mixture of pleased, lustful and incredulous looks as she rocks her new outfit while walking across the academy grounds, but none as shocked as Becky's when Amy joins her in the cafeteria.

"Um, where's your top?! The strip game isn't until Sunday, you know." Becky says straight away.

"Very funny." Amy replies dryly.

"No seriously, which card is this?" Becky asks earnestly. "I kind of assumed that the custodian contracts would stay away from influencing what we dress in, since that's the entire point of the poker game itself."

"It's... A side effect of the Queen of Spades." Amy admits. "Not the main thing, but just, a consequence."

"Can't you just tell me all the details?" Becky implores. "Maybe I can help you if-"

"You can't help." Amy interjects. "The contract will punish me if it knows I'm intentionally using you to help avoid my... Commitments."

Amy raises her Sentinel bracelet wrist towards Becky. "My ajudicator is ever-watching."

"Oh Amy, how awful." Becky says softly. "I'm sorry things are turning out so crazily."

"That's my line. I'm the one that got us into this mess." Amy sighs. "I'm sorry."

"I have got to own up to my part in this." Becky says, raising her hands. "Nobody **** me to enter into that contract that committed me to joining the game."

That's true. Amy thinks. But she knows better than to say it out loud.

"Still best friends, then?" Amy asks, joking-not-joking.

"Still best friends." Becky confirms.

"So..." Amy begins cautiously.

"So?"

"So... Have you still got Freddie's condom tied to your panties under there?"

"...I didn't even know his name until just now." Becky mutters. "But... yes. Thanks for the reminder. Ugh, I should get on with finding four more guys... But... It just feels so wrong."

"Everything about this feels so wrong. But this is the new world of contract law, and we have to do whatever it takes to survive." Amy replies, clenching her fists.

"It feels like the whole academy is out to get us." Becky whispers meekly.

"It's a dog-eat-dog world out here, for sure." Amy agrees. "But there's got to be loads more people like us. So maybe that's a really good point... What we need to be focusing on right now, is building some friendships and alliances so that we have more people that we can trust. Especially second years or older, because they'll have been around the block, and know a thing or two about how things tend to operate around here."

"But... How do we know who is truly becoming our friend, and who is just building up a bond of trust so that they can explot and betray us?" Becky says in a concerned tone.

Amy thinks for a moment.

"I think... I think our best bet... Is to find someone else who is being frequently victimised. Like when dealing with bullies at school, us 'nerds' have got to stick together.

"I'm not a nerd!" Becky retorts playfully, and wrinkles her nose.

"Well, in this academy, we're the ones likely to end up with our underwear around our ankles in front of the whole class. So... Might as well start thinking like a nerd." Amy says with a smirk.

"Damn. I guess you're right." Becky concedes. "So, what exactly do you suggest?"

"Let's... Wander, I guess. Explore. See what we stumble upon." Amy shrugs.

"It's as good a plan as any. Let's go." Becky agrees.