The players' chosen cards are revealed, and a global contract is offered.

It's finally here.

The four fated contestants are guided up onto the stage, in front of almost every single student on campus, and several staff members too.

Amy and Becky look nervous, as you might expect. Cindy, the ginger woman, is stony faced. Debbie is pouting, almost playfully, and looks more coy and annoyed than stressed or frightened.

"Good evening, one and all!" Jennifer Richardson calls out through her microphone, flanked, like last week, by Johnny Simpson. "Welcome back to the most exciting and anticipated event of the year! It's finally here! The Freshers Strip Poker Flop!"

The crowd erupts into cheers. Everyone is genuinely very excited.

"Now, in most streets, we reveal the drawn card first, and then reveal the player's hands. But for this round, since we've already seen the 4 cards they're chosing between, we've decided it'll be more exciting to let them show their hands first, and then we'll deal out the three cards. So, without further ado, let's see what they've got! Let's start randomly with... Becky Pond!"

Becky is ushered forward and handed a microphone.

"Um, I've got the 5 of diamonds, and the 5 of hearts." She says in as level as voice as she can.

A bunch of cheers and claps can be heard from the crowd.

"Sensible, very sensible, Becky! I think we all saw that coming when we saw your initial draw. Now, let's go with... Deborah Kondo!"

"Um... I just took, the 2 of diamonds, and the 6 of diamonds. Everything else was way too scary!"

There's a moment's silence, and then the room erupts into crazed laughter. Every single person had expected her to do the logical thing and take both 6s. She'd been handed an attainable pocket pair on a silver platter, and then just totally forsaken it! Insanity! It takes some time for the crowd to calm down.

"You guys are mean!" Debbie strops, before handing the microphone back to Johnny.

"What a plot twist! I did not see that one coming!" Chuckles Johnny. "But I wonder if there are any more exciting surprises left in store... Amy Barnes, why don't you come up and tell us what you signed?"

The crowd immediately hushes, as Amy is handed the microphone. Her four choices - a 2, a 3, and two queens, are the most exciting. Did she do it? Did she muster up the courage to take both the queens, and probably take this game by storm?!

"I have the Queen of Spades..." Amy begins.

The audience gasps.

"...And the 3 of spades."

Instantly, the crowd begins murmering .There's a scattered applause, but also some disappointment. But mostly, there's intrigue. This could be anyone's game now.

"Well, at least you picked one queen, Amy! You're in with a good chance! And suited cards are never bad to have either. Let's see how it plays out for you. Finally, we have Cindy Kramer." Johnny continues.

Cindy steps forward. Her face is frozen into a serious frown. "I have the 2 of hearts." She begins.

The crowd immediately lets out some sighs. She's not gone big, then.

"...And the Ace of clubs." Cindy reveals the card with a flourish. Holding it high for everyone to see.

The room goes ballistic. People are out of their chairs. They can't believe it. Someone actually picked an ace! Those are rumored to be so insane that you might as well just lose the game instead!

Amy stares at the brave ginger woman with an open mouth of shock.

Johnny and Jennifer finally manage to calm the room down enough to continue.

"Okay, okay, wow. What a reveal. Couldn't have been more dramatic if we planned it! An Ace is in play! That's super exciting, because that means we can reveal a cool little face about the ace contracts - they are things so dire, so depraved, that we have to make them public information, just so that everyone can understand how to maintain Cindy's safety as she performs her duties. Who wants to hear what Cindy has to do?!"

The crowd once again goes absolutely nuts.

"Jennifer, would you like to do the honors?"

"Absolutely. Let me see, how to put this..." She clears her throat and lets out a little chuckle. "Until she graduates, whenever Cindy sees a butthole in front of her, she must greet the butthole as if she has seen a treasured romantic acquaintance, politely beg for a kiss, and then, well, kiss it. Kiss it good and proper, and then afterwards, thank it sincerely for the privilege. She then doesn't have to do it to that same butthole, for 24 hours."

The room is almost silent. People can't believe it. That's absolutely mad. And surely unsanitary.

"There are some stipulations to protect her health, and your consent. Cindy will only be required to perform this ritual on buttholes owned by those that have signed a BU77 contract. Her Sentinel will keep her abreast of whether her ace-contract-enforced ass-kissing is required. By signing the contract, you give Cindy consent to kiss and tongue your butthole whenever she can see it, and also you are forbidden from purposefully exposing your butthole to Cindy, or consciouslly allowing any plan for your butthole to become exposed to Cindy, unless you have recently cleaned your butthole in accordance with certain hygeine levels, which are all detailed clearly in the document. You can each find one under your seats, and it's up to you whether you sign it."

There's a lot of jostling and rustling as people reach down and discover the contracts attached to the undersides of their chairs, and then murmurs build as people read the details.

"As some of you may be reading, if Cindy fails to meet the minimum requirements for noisily kissing and licking your butthole, her Sentinel will tell her that your asshole is 'offended'. In this hopefully rare occurrence, Cindy will be punished. She must apologize for offending the butthole, ask how to make it right, accept the imaginary request, and then noisily dig her tongue inside and swirl around for at least 10 seconds, compliment your butthole's taste, and apologize again. By signing the contract, you consent to this all potentially happening."

Countless scratches of pens can be heard as what feels like the majority of the crowd eagerly sign their BU77 contracts.

Amy has been handed a copy of the BU77 contract for her to consider signing herself, and she stares at it, mouth still agape. Every now and then, her gaze flicks up to Cindy, who just stands there, the most fierce look of determination you can imagine still etched onto her face.

For the rest of her time here on campus, students are going to be bending over and mooning Cindy, and she'll be **** to immediately stop what she's doing and immediately kiss their ass. How many times is that going to happen a day? Sh's going to surely go insane before the poker game is even over.

What in the world could motivate someone to go through with such a ridiculous contract?!

There's not too much time to dwell on it. Contracts are collected, and people are re-seated. And now, it's time for the flop. The three cards that will seal the fate of two of the contestants, forcing them into lewd outfits for the next ten years.

And now that Cindy has revealed her ace in the (butt)hole, Amy's odds just went way, way down.