Chloe: Day 4 (There's an Uproar in Group Chat)

By Thursday, you'd stopped pretending you had a plan.

You’d spent three days trying to figure out a way in. A clever opening, a flirty angle, some spark of tension you could fan into a challenge attempt.

Nothing.

Chloe was polite. Cool. Completely inaccessible. And every glance, every moment you crossed paths with her made one thing abundantly clear: She was not interested in men.

You hadn’t even picked a challenge yet. You didn't need to until you failed or succeeded, and as you'd proved in the first week you could select any challenge cards that fit what you achieved. But no challenge card in your hand felt remotely plausible.

BDSM ×7. Blowjob ×4. Anal ×6. Handjob ×3. Regular Sex ×5.

One of them would have to go. That was the rule. If you didn’t complete a challenge with your chosen girl, you dropped one card from your hand to get a new one. End of story.

Of course, that might have an advantage for you. Since you hadn't even attempted to do anything with her, you could declare the handjob as the fail and swap a x3 for potentially a bigger scoring challenge. But... zero points was still the ultimate fail!

You’d spent three days doing research, observing from a respectful distance, wondering if maybe you were wrong. Maybe there was some way in. They said nobody was 100% straight or gay, didn't they? But no matter how you spun it, the answer was always the same:

Chloe liked girls. Full stop.

You opened the player chat to distract yourself, maybe get a glimpse of someone else floundering. Instead, it was chaos.

Cassie: “Wait wait wait. He did what??”

Tank: “Didn’t take the no. Got grabby.”

Graham: “Selene handled it. Then reported him. Official channels. He’s out of the game, the college and if she takes this to the police, quite possibly into an orange jump suit.”

You blinked. What the hell had happened?

Milo: “He tried to dom the domme. Failed the boss fight.”

Cassie: “He really thought he could control Dr. Ravensmoor? Jesus. That's beyond stupid!”

Rourke: “Word in the faculty lounge is she slammed him across her desk and filed the report before he stopped bleeding.”

You scrolled up and found the pinned update:

Rhett (pinned):

“Zeke Kensington III has been disqualified. His actions violated campus conduct and consent protocols. Queen of Spades will return to the deck at the start of Week 3. Consider this a reminder: play bold, play reckless, but always play with a willing partner.”

You stared at the message for a long second. Zeke had pushed too far. Tried to flip the power dynamic. Had forgotten the basic rule of this game, and of life: Consent isn’t optional.

You finally dropped a comment into the swirl of messages.

You: “I thought I was having a bad week. But I just failed a challenge. He failed as a person.”

Milo was quick.

Milo: “You face planted? Sad! But he tried to speedrun a villain arc and got nerfed by faculty.”

Cassie: “If she does go to the cops, I should teach him how to pose for the camera. Might improve his mugshot.”

Tank: “HAHA! That tackle she gave him hurt worse than the football field!”

You laughed. Just once. Dry. Exhausted. You had no points. No win. One card was about to burn. But you were still in the game, in the college and, most importantly, not in jail.

You hadn’t made yourself the villain.