The fourth paper.*

You take the slip of paper and turn it up, reading it to yourself.

"Freedom," it says. Your heart warms and a smile comes to your face. Oliver definitely notices this, and snatches the paper out of your hand, cursing under his breath.

"C'mon, man..." mumbles Garret. "You don't have to go along with this. Why did you even put that in there?"

Oliver sighs. "Fair's fair, buddies. She lucked out. A one in five chance to get out of here, completely free." He tosses you your white t-shirt, and you quickly tug it on over your bare chest. You're still underwear-less, but they're letting you go. It's almost too good to be true, so you ask if he's telling you the truth.

"I am," he answers. "Get out of here now. At least we have a story to tell now... Hunter's going to be so jealous."

You gather yourself and hustle out his front door, immediately feeling the fresh air on your face, but... also in other places. You quickly tug down on your skirt, looking around to make sure nobody suspects anything. Of course, they couldn't anyway. You were covered for now.