Probably, but first she needs to find the meeting room!

"Sentinel, can you help me find my tutor?" Amy asks her bracelet hurriedly.

"I saw that your tutor's name is M. Briggs, and that the induction session you missed was to take place in study room 4B. I'm afraid that I have not yet been shown a detailed map of the campus, so I unable to help you effectively navigate." The AI responds in a calm, professional British voice.

"Fuck... Do you know where study room 4B is?" Amy asks Harriet.

"I don't know anything." Harriet says stroppily, clearly feeling much too sorry for herself to do anything for anyone else.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Amy sprints off down the path, leaving Harriet to her topless misery.

She soon comes across a young man who looks like he's probably in his final year. "4B. Where's study room 4B?!" She asks urgently.

"A fresher. And you're late, I presume?" He chuckles. "Well then. Let me teach you that in this place, you never give something away for nothing. I'll tell you how to get to your meeting room... If you promise to give me your panties."

He smirks a sly, slightly cruel smirk.

"Ugh, what is with this place?! It's way more insane than I realized. I just want some simple directions!" Amy groans. "...wait, what do you mean 'promise'?"

"I don't want them now." The man explains. "You're in a rush, and I don't want to take more of your time than I have to. So here's the deal. I want you to promise that the next time I come up to you and ask for your panties, if you are wearing any, you will immediately remove them and permanently transfer them into my possession. Just raise your bracelet hand and say 'I accept those terms, and promise to follow them.' In return..."

The man raises the hand with his Sentinel bracelet on it.

"I promise to tell you how to get to meeting room 4B from here, and I promise not to ask for your panties when you're on-stage in front of a large crowd."

"Fuck..." Amy whines. As much as she understands how humiliating it could be to suddenly have to drop her panties in front of this man and whoever else is present... She needs to get to this meeting room right away.

And also, I might not even be wearing panties any more in a week's time. And then there'll be nothing to give.

"Okay, I accept those terms, and promise to follow them. Fuck!" Amy says in that same whining voice.

The young man smirks with triumph. And then with a shit-eating grin, and a thumb pointing to his side: "You see this entrance here?"

"The one I was probably just about to go into anyway?" Amy grunts with annoyance.

"The very same. It's the second room on the left. You can't miss it." The man chuckles.

Amy's face turns crestfallen. She would have stumbled across the room in a few moments anyway, without having made that ridiculous promise.

"Fuck!"