Rick Cologne is victorious.

He makes the perfect shot. You plead within for gravity to stop, but the ball rolls straight into the right-side pocket. Rick Cologne jumps into the air with a big "YEAAHHHHH!". Even Pigface runs up to him to give him a high five. "Yeah! You got her, you got the rich bitch!" He says.

"Fuck you," you say to Pigface, and you quickly jab the pool stick into his stomach.
"Owwwwww" He curls forward and falls against the pool table.

Rick Cologne laughs. "Wow, you are a vicious chick. Well, a deal is a deal right?"
"Yeah..." you nod, absolutely resigned to what you will have to do. A crowd has gathered with people asking "What is going on?", while others answer, "He won. She has to suck him off."

In your mind, you conjure up a scenario where you fight everyone off with your pool stick and escape, but you do nothing as Rick Cologne approaches with defending arms and carefully pulls away the pool stick from your grasp. He leans it against the table, and then wraps an arm around your waist and guides you away toward a private room upstairs. "It's okay, baby, I'll take care of you." He says. People stand around and stare and you scowl at them. 'The whole fucking school is going to know about this,' you think to yourself. You hear numerous laughter, except for from Pigface--who is still crying.