Tell Judy you think it's awful - you don't even want to think about it.

"Honestly?" you say. "I think it's fucking awful."

"Really?" Judy asks with some surprise. "A new perspective from someone with your gender..."

"I really hate it, I hardly even want to think about it," you continue. "It's just, like, one step up from modern-day slavery. Have you read that email?! The guys are given a lot of power."

"True. And the girls can leave..."

"I know, but like...look over there," you say with some disgust. Judy follows your gesture, and wrinkles her nose as she sees what you're looking at. 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. "That's terrible," you say. "I think I might just sit this whole thing out."

"What?" Judy demands. "What are you, filthy rich?"

"Er...no," you say, taken aback.

"Well have you at least told your girl that you're thinking about not participating?"

"N-no..."

"Well, you should. You're being a fucking child," Judy snaps. She stalks forward, and you scamper to catch up.

"Hey, wait! What are you talking about?" you demand.

"If you're not going to try to win, your girl has no chance of to thwinning either," Judy says tartly. "Have you told her that?"

"Well, no - but I mean, I'm not certain myself - "

"Well, you should get certain," she tells you firmly. "Playing the game badly is one thing, but just sitting on your hands and refusing to play is an entirely different one."

"So you're saying that I should just...give in and participate in this freaky shit?"

"You don't have to participate in the sex any more or less than you want," Judy says. "But if you're not going to waste the time of any girl you're talking to with a brain, you have to play the game." She looks intently into your eyes. "I'll speak for myself, I guess: I need that money. So if you're not willing to be my friend or help me get there, I'll hang out with some other people. And if you don't tell your current girl that you're not even going to try? If you don't tell her that you're too chicken to make a play for the cash?" She shakes her head. "Sorry, I can't respect that. There's always something you can do, and that girl is dependent on you."

"Hmmm. I guess - I guess you're right," you say with a sigh.

"Of course I'm right. Think about it," she says brusquely. "Here's my dorm. Thanks for the walk home, Luke." She gives you a little wave and heads off into her dorm.

You wander home to your own dorm, mulling her words. To be honest, you expected some sympathy toward this perspective, from a girl. But maybe Judy's right - maybe trying to sit the whole thing out would be childish. It'd leave Jenny in a pretty tight spot, after all...shit, does this mean you have a responsibility to try to get other girls to give you their tokens?

Mulling all of this and not certain where any of it leads, you collapse into bed and fall into an uneasy sleep.