Rhett Announces The Choices

Kailani’s image explodes to life behind Rhett—towering over the stage in athletic poise, sports bra taut over muscle, eyes daring anyone to question your choice. Rhett blinks, then smirks at you like you’ve just handed him a challenge he didn’t expect.

“Well damn. Our freshman’s got guts. That girl could fold you in half like a gym towel and still have time to score the conversion. Either you're playing bold... or you’ve never seen a rugby tackle in real life.”

The tablet chimes again. The draw continues.

Milo Gutierrez is next. He spins the tablet once in his hands like he’s flipping a coin, then locks in Dr. Maya Redcloud, Empress of Spades. Her image flashes on the screen—leather jacket, piercing gaze, like she’s halfway through profiling the room.

Rhett: “Oooh. Going full chaos, huh? Milo’s banking on the domme professor vibe. Bold move, my guy. Hope you’re better at reading women than your YouTube comments suggest.”

Tank Marshall jabs the tablet like it owes him money. His choice appears: Claire Kowalski, 3 of Clubs, blinking into the camera like someone hit record by accident. Unflattering lighting, oversized hoodie, and a thousand-yard stare that screams “not interested.”

Rhett (snorting): “Claire, huh? That’s a three, man. You sure you're not doing charity work tonight? Tank might be playing the long game… or he just likes a fixer-upper.”

Zeke Kensington III doesn’t react when he selects Dr. Genevieve Rousseau, Queen of Hearts. Her image appears—flawless posture, disapproving eyebrows, a red pen caught mid-slash through some poor soul’s paper.

Rhett: “Another professor? You boys really think tenure equals easy? Genevieve edits lives, not just essays. Zeke’s betting on high-value, but she might just redline his ego.”

Cassie Li taps her selection with surgical precision. Kaori Tanaka, 6 of Hearts, spins onto the screen in mid-rehearsal, caught between grace and focus.

Rhett: “Classic Cass. Quiet. Calculated. Kaori’s a six, but in Cassie’s hands, that’s a power play. Watch her turn low stakes into a clean win.”

Professor Rourke doesn’t even glance up. He lifts a finger, selects, then resumes nursing his glass. The screen lights up with Madison Ortiz, 4 of Diamonds—stiff smile, corporate blouse, and the charisma of an unclicked spreadsheet.

Rhett: “Yikes. That’s a four, boys. If this was poker, that’d be a fold. But maybe Rourke’s going for irony—or just likes girls who don’t talk during office hours.”

That leaves only one card. No selection needed.

Graham West leans back as the final girl appears on screen: Delilah Zheng, 8 of Diamonds. All business curves and blazer confidence, clipboard clutched like it could sign your expulsion.

Rhett: “And look at that—Graham doesn’t choose, but he lands a power suit. Delilah’s a whole PR campaign in heels. She doesn’t do foreplay—she does strategy. Good luck negotiating.”

Seven cards. Seven players.

And only one rule now: make it count.