Tell Judy you're just concerned about winning.

"I honestly could not give less of a shit about the whole 'learn to be in a partnership' thing that they're trying to make into a Bible lesson," you say bluntly. "And I don't care about having a bunch of 'servant girls' at all. Honestly, that's kind of gross, right? But..." You sigh. "But I could really use the scholarship money."

"Me too," Judy says grimly.

"So, yeah. I'm gonna try to win it, I guess. The prize is too good to not compete. But that's the thing I want to stay focused on - the actual prize. Not...that." You gesture with your chin off to your left. Following your gaze, Judy wrinkles her nose. A dozen yards or so off your path, a scrawny, pimply guy is eagerly fucking a girl who looks simultaneously exhausted and bored, lying still on the ground while he pumps away like a rabbit. Clearly he's been at it a while, as she already has a coating of cum on her face.

"Hmph. Yeah, I'm with you on that," Judy mutters. The two of you quicken your pace slightly to pass the couple. "But what's your strategy, then?"

"Well, I don't know," you say, frowning. "The trick for me is obviously to get as many girls as possible to trust me, so...be a decent guy, I guess?"

Judy laughs. "Not a bad start, honestly. Half the guys in our class seem so excited to suddenly have a girl that's been 'assigned' to them that they're becoming total creeps."

"Fucking incels," you mutter.

"Exactly!" she says, punching you on the arm. "Borderline, anyway. And it's certainly not going to endear any girls to them, including their own. Not being a total prick will put you ahead of half the class."

"What about the other half, though?" you muse out loud.

Judy chews her lip thoughtfully. "Well, that's where things get tricky, I guess. But you know...you don't have to be all things to all women. In fact, you can't. So that's where you're going to have to be more than just a decent guy. You have to figure out which girls are unhappy with their master. Not just, like, the situation in general, but specifically. Then figure out what it is that their master's not giving them. Some of them may want to be ordered around...I can think of one or two who might be into that. And maybe their guy's not into that. Then if you offer to supply that...well." She shrugs. "And the same thing for every other girl who's unhappy. Some are going to want someone who can help them do this whole college thing for real. Some will want someone who's just going to be nice to them. Some will want someone who's, uh, better than pizza-face back there."

You chuckle. "So, find out what a girl is missing and offer that? Not a bad idea."

"Mmhmm. That's how I'd go about it. If I were lucky enough to have a dick," Judy says, slightly bitterly.

"Well, what are you going to do?" you ask.

"Hmmm. Wait. Watch. See what's looking likely. See who's taking this seriously and who's just here to have a good time with the weird sex. Make my move when I think I know someone has an actual chance to win." She glances at you. "Of course, once I do make my move, I have to start making the guy like me. That's the challenge they've set up for us, which strikes me as honestly pretty unfair. The likelier a guy is to win, the less likely each of his girls is..."

"Yeah. It's a weird catch-22," you say. She shrugs.

"Still, it is what it is. I'll do what I have to - up to my own limits," she says. She glances to her left. "This is my dorm. Thanks for the chat - nice to get to know you a little better."

"You too!" you say.

"Do you have my number?" she asks. You shake your head. "What's yours?"

You tell her, and she sends you a quick text. She smiles. "Don't be a stranger, Luke. You seem smart."

"Ha. Same to you!" Judy gives you another smile and a quick wave, then vanishes into her dorm. You wander away, smiling to yourself, and traipse the short distance home and into bed.