Week 2 Begins: The Ladies Drawn

Stage lights drop until Rhett is framed in a single spotlight. Music plays soft through the speakers as he addresses the audience once more.

“Week 1 gave us thrills, spills, and one very public climax. A few of you managed to make a connection — others faceplanted so hard the stage crew’s still buffing the stains out of the LED.

But that was just the warm-up. This week? The real game begins.”

He paces in front of the glowing LED wall, the College Spread logo pulsing behind him like a heartbeat at a strip club.

“New rules. New risks. New reputations to destroy. And most importantly…” He spins on a heel, finger pointing upward. “A brand-new draw from the College Spread deck — seven new ladies, fresh faces, firm stakes, and maybe a surprise or two in the challenge department.”

The audience cheers. Rhett pauses, milking it. “So… who’s gonna make our brave contestants risk ruining their GPA for glory this week?” He gives Zeke a pointed look at this one.

Each of seven spins on the screen before landing in a row above Rhett’s head. Suits shimmer. Numbers gleam. 7 new College Spread cards are now in play. A drum rolls to herald Rhett's introductions.

“Let’s meet the ladies. And first out of the deck is..."

“Tamika Greene, 23, History major—and the only thing drier than her textbooks is her dating profile. She’s got brains, sure, but style? Not so much. Rocking that ‘lecture hall librarian’ vibe with a hoodie and a backpack full of political pins, Tamika’s not here to flirt—she’s here to fact-check your entire existence. You want sparkles and sass? Look elsewhere. You want someone to make the brutal details of a serial killer's rampage sound boring while ignoring your pickup line? Boom—Tamika.”

Another drum roll heralds the next girl's image coming up on your tablet.

Rhett gives a long whistle. "Next up, we’ve got Chloe Davenport—10 of Diamonds and every inch the platinum powerhouse. She doesn’t just look like she stepped off a runway, she probably owns the rights to walk it. Marketing major, fashion influencer, and campus heartbreaker rolled into one. Chloe doesn’t chase clout—she invoices it. If you’re lucky enough to get a like from her, frame it. If she so much as gives you the time of day? Cancel your plans, lads—you’re in for a masterclass in high-stakes flirting."

The drum rolls, Rhett looks at the next card with a slight smile, as if reliving a memory.

"Now here’s a gentle warning, fellas—don’t go underestimating Miss Lila Moreno just because there’s a 7 in the corner of her card. Sure, she’s soft-spoken, and sure, she’s pretty in that quiet, Sunday-morning kinda way—but I’ve taken a trip through that creative writing heart of hers, and let me tell you, I barely made it out in one piece. You break her heart, she’ll write a piece so beautiful it’ll haunt you every time it rains. So admire the soft gaze, enjoy the poetry—but tread carefully, my friends. Some 7s hit harder than 10s when they’re made of words."

A drum roll begins... then abruptly halts. Rhett grins awkwardly at the cameras.

“Well... yeah. Look, not every card’s gonna be a queen, alright? Every deck’s got its deuces—and Wendy Fretz here is ours. Astrophysics major, brilliant mind, socially... let’s just say she orbits a different planet. She once got ghosted mid-experiment—which might be the most Wendy thing ever said. But hey, if you’re into cosmic awkwardness and starry-eyed rambles about entropic decay, maybe this little black hole's the pull you didn't know you needed.”

Another drum roll and Rhett seems a lot more lively about this one.

“Ahhh, now this is a game-changer—Queen of Spades, Dr. Selene Ravensmoor, age 34, Ancient Religions. Don't let the title ‘adjunct’ fool you—this one teaches with the weight of the arcane and the precision of a scalpel. She’s only the second member of the faculty tier to hit the table so far, and trust me, she’s not here to hand out office hours and smile politely. Her lectures leave students trembling, and her wardrobe? Let’s just say the phrase ‘academic discipline’ takes on a whole new meaning. If you’re planning to challenge her, bring your A-game—and maybe an offering. After all, when I tried for her she turned me into a newt!”

Another drum roll and another whistle from Rhett to show he likes who's coming up.

“Next up, the diamond that just turned legal—Helena Vasquez. Eighteen, finance major, and already dressing like she owns the damn stock exchange. Don't let that baby face fool you—this one’s high risk, high reward. You might think you’re making a move, but she’s already hedged her options and cashed you out. And gents, word of warning: the only thing tighter than her dress is her... poker face.”

The final drums herald the final girl's image appearing.

“Rebekah Flores, folks — 23, Philosophy, and permanently on the verge of saying something profound... or profoundly confusing. She’s got that cute, coffeehouse thing going on — like if Socrates ran a lifestyle blog. Not the kind of girl who turns heads, but she might get quoted in your group chat. Middle of the pack? Sure. But hey, when you're up at 2 a.m. wondering what it all means, she’s probably the one who started that conversation… and left you unread.”

"And that concludes the drawing of the lovely... and maybe some not-so-lovely... Ladies of the College Spread deck for week 2. All that remains now is to have our contestants make their choices. We run a snake draft format in this game - reversing the order each week. So this week, we start with out oldest player..."

A spotlight turns on board member, Graham West.

"Graham, who has captured your heart today?"