Sexy sex stuff, with a side helping of sexiness

The first unusual thing Stacy notices about the poker tables is the gender divide. Whereas the overall population of the Casino is like 75% women, the overall population of the poker tables is somehow 75% men.

"Why are all the..." Stacy begins to ask.

Amelia answers her question before she's even finished it. "The poker tables are, for whatever reason, the designated 'straight safe zone'. If you play at any of the other tables, you're at high risk of ending up in a game which requires you to get intimate with people of the same sex. Sexual interactions over here, on the other hand, are limited to guy-on-girl. So, pretty much all the men who are horrified by the idea of touching another guy's junk, and the women who would rather not see another chick's hoo-hah up close, end up here. At least until they conclude that they're not good enough at poker to stay around here."

"So, it's normal poker then?"

"Indeed." That's not Amelia - it's the Poker Floor Manager - a man in his thirties with a smart shirt and tie, who you can only tell is not a member of the Casino himself by the fact he's standing behind the management desk.

"Currently we host regular six-seated no limit hold'em multi table tournaments. No rebuys. Top heavy prize structure. Blind levels go up at turbo speed to make sure that the whole tournament will be over within six hours."

Half of that goes right over Stacy's head. But the idea of only having to have sexual interactions with men, for now, appealed to her. Women's genitalia didn't gross her out, but she also had absolutely no desire to become intimate with them. Speaking of sex...

"So, um, what's the, um, you know, the sex stuff?" Stacy asks nervously.

"Well, right now we're starting a standard tournament with a 300 Conversion Point entry fee. In a 300 point tournament, the rule is that once eliminated you must perform oral sex on the winner of the hand until they eliminate another player of the opposite sex, or the tournament ends."

More blowjobs, huh? Well, I've already done one today, and this time I only have to do it if I lose.

"What's the top prize?" Stacy asks, clearly still interested.

"If you join, that puts us at 60 players, so the prize for first place will be... 6300 Conversion Points."

Stacy's eyes light up at that. She recalls that her current conversion would cost just under 6000 points to remove.

"Sign me up." She folds her arms with confidence, feeling like she's found a path to salvation.

"Of course!" The man clicks his fingers and Stacy's name appears at the bottom of a list on a tablet screen on the desk.

Amelia shrugs. "I'm not going to waste 300 chips and these poor jaw muscles of mine on losing a game of poker. I'll see you around, Stacy."

"Oh." Stacy says, feeling disappointed. "I should have asked you first if you wanted to play. I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's important everyone tries the poker tables at least once." Amelia grins. "You'll either love it or hate it. And I'm sure we'll see each other around."

"The game is starting now." The manager interrupts. "Please go take your place at table 4, seat 1."

Stacy bids farewell to Amelia and goes to take her allocated seat. Once there, she looks around at the other five people on her table - they're all men, and they're all very different.