The Library

Amy's next opportunity to meet a custodian is in an hour's time, in the library. Well, she reasons that she might as well turn up early and get a feeling for the place.

When she turns up, she's shocked to discover that there's a big sign on the door.

Attention Freshers! You MUST have signed a Library Rules Contract before setting foot in here, or be found in violation of the Out of Bounds clause 22c of your General Campus Contract.

Shit... So there's yet another contract to read and sign? Just as well she came early, then.

There's a stack of these contracts on a desk next to the door, so Amy is able to pick one up and read it.

Turns out, breaking pretty much every standard library rule - returning something late, bringing food into the library, and even making noise, results in serious debt to the wronged party, which is usually the librarian on duty themselves.

The noise penalty is measured by the Sentinels on everybody's wrists, and essentially if you make a noise that's deemed to be so loud it's distracting - which is pretty much anything louder than a whisper in someone's face - you'll be hit with debt on the way out.

Amy wrinkles her nose. This feels extortionate, since it's not like accessing the library is particularly optional, if you want to read up on various important topics and get a good grade. And it's especially not optional for her, because the custodian called Alex S is going to be in study area B in 30 minutes to offer her the chance to use the 2 of clubs in her poker hand.

Once she's confident she understands all of the library's big no-nos, she signs on the dotted line, and enters the library to present it to the librarian at the front desk.

As Amy enters the library, she can't help but notice two things. Firstly, the place is utterly silent. You could hear a pin drop. And secondly, in front of her, two students are walking down the central aisle of this large room... Wearing the tiniest skirts that she's ever seen, that completely expose most of their bottoms. Even more concerningly, she can't see a single hint of panties.

Just how many women are being **** to wear humiliating, exposing, objectifying get-ups in this college?!

Amy can't help but stare at that shocking and undeniably erotic sight untill the women have got to the end of the aisle and turned the corner.

She then gulps, the unexpected reminder of the fate that awaits her if the game doesn't go her way having unsettled her, and she feels the stress and anxiety of her situation begin to rear its ugly head again.

Turning to the left, she jumps with shock as she sees a woman in her early 50s sitting behind a desk, staring at her silently but fiercely, a hand outstretched to take and review her signed library contract. She must have been silently waiting like that for several seconds while Amy watched those slutty butts walk on by.

Mouthing a silent apology, Amy hands over her papers, and then when she gets a curt nod of approval from the lady in charge, she heads off deeper into the library to find study area B.