Upskirts and worse

It's now the beginning of Amy's sixth full day on campus. This means two things - firstly, it's the 'big deal' tomorrow, where the poker game flop will be dealt on the big stage, and two of the four women will lose access to clothing for an entire decade.

Secondly, it means that Amy has had a bunch of time to get used to the weirdness of this huge private estate and the things that go on here.

Most people walk around normally, going about their business normally, acting normally. But every now and then, Amy encounters someone who is very clearly under some kind of humiliating contract. And it's nearly always a woman.

Today, the obviously uncomfortable young woman is someone walking up the stairs in front of her, in a small white thong and the shortest pleated skirt imaginable. From this angle beneath her, Amy can see absolutely everything... And so can the man walking up the stairs behind her. She can't help but expose just how uncomfortable she feels, by desperately pulling at the back of her skirt, as if attempting to magically make it longer.

Amy hears the man snicker, and then hears a tell-tale shutter sound as his phone captures an HD photo. The woman in front of her whimpers and tries to move along twice as fast as before.

Another phone sound can be heard... But this one is her own. She's received a message, and she gulps as she looks down to read it, expecting it to be Drake, compelling her to make her asshole available for him again today.

But it's not - it's from an unknown number.

'Please come to the Campus Affairs meeting room A as soon as possible. Jen.'

But Amy doesn't know a 'Jen'. Amy hardly knows anyone.

At first, Amy ignores the message, and heads to the cafeteria, like she planned. She can talk to Becky about it first. But on arriving there, she discovers that Becky isn't at her usual table yet, or anywhere else in the area that Amy can see. And a second message arrives.

'Please, this is time sensitive. And I would prefer not to have to stay here any longer than necessary.'

How fucking cryptic! Amy isn't at the beck and call of some mystery messager!

She decides to respond in a sensible, curious but cautious way - giving the number a call.

A woman answers.

"Hi. Amy Barnes, is that you?"

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"My name is Jen. We haven't met yet. I've got something important to talk to you about."

"Out with it, then?"

"I would really prefer to do it in person. This is for your benefit too."

"Ugh! This isn't some weird trick, is it?"

"What, me asking you to come to one of the most boring places on campus?"

"Ugh, fine. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Amy stalks down the paths between buidings, not very happy about being kept in the dark all the time. But if her interactions with Penny are anything to go by, it would probably be quite prudent of her to meet other women who wanted to work together or share something useful.

Amy arrives at the Campus Affairs Department Reception and asks for meeting room A. The wordless receptionist points a finger, and Amy follows the indicated direction, to a clearly labeled door. What she sees when she opens it makes a cheeky short skirt and thong upskirt seem rather harmless in comparison.