What choice does she have?

"What choice do I have?" Stacy says plainly. Let's do it.

"Game on." Amelia grins. "And don't hold back - I won't."

The two women take their places either side of the croupier and place all their chips on the table. The croupier quickly confirms that they both have placed the same amount and then nods, checks the tablet in front of her, and then speaks.

"The normal gamble Golden Rule applies: **** against anyone is instant disqualification. This is a scavenger hunt game, so standard scavenger hunt rules also apply: any purposeful attempt to obstruct or disrupt your opponent is disallowed. Theft of objects from private premises and from individuals is disallowed, and any promises given in exchange for items must be carried out in full before the item can be deemed to be truly in the player's possession. Getting arrested also counts as a loss. The winner will be... the first person to possess a cum-filled condom. Go."

The croupier presses a button on her tablet. And suddenly, Stacy and Amelia aren't in the Casino any more. They're in... a men's public restroom?! Yuck!

The standard smell of a poorly maintained gent's toilets wafts through the air. A condom pack dispenser sits on one wall, but requires coins to operate. Coins which are not on Stacy's person. Because, Stacy realizes, she doesn't have pockets. Because she and Amelia are wearing...

"Oh my god!"

A quick twirl in front of the mirror confirms just how outrageous the black thongkini Stacy is wearing truly is. The flesh coloured straps at the back make it look like she's topless from behind and expose all of her buttcheeks, and the front is not much better, since the skimpy cut leaves all her hips entirely bare and any movement risks exposing part of her labia. Her nipples jut out through the black nylon.

Her hair and make up are dolled up to the nines. She looks like she's a Playboy model, or something. But this isn't the Playboy Mansion. Amelia looks identical.

Amelia slaps her own butt playfully.

"Damn, these are slutty. Still, you gotta try and remember, none of this is real. Well, I mean, it feels real, and it looks real, including to the people watching us back in the Casino. But the people aren't real. It's like, the Matrix, or whatever. You know, a simulation. And most importantly, it's a race!" With that, Amelia sprints out of the door.

"Fuck! Shit!" Stacy curses to herself, left with no option but to do the same.