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<img src="img/misc/start.jpg"> <h1 class="big">Foreword from the developer: </h1> \ Welcome to Fragile Female! First and foremost, I want to thank you for taking the time to explore this game. This is my very first foray into coding and game development, so I kindly ask for your patience and understanding as you embark on this journey with me. Fragile Female is an adult-oriented game that explores complex and mature themes. It includes explicit content, erotic scenes, and certain fetishes, as well as depictions of violence and humiliation. This game is intended for mature audiences only, and it is not suitable for those who are sensitive to such material. If you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned, I strongly encourage you to exit the game now. However, if you are of legal age and are prepared to engage with the content, then I invite you to press "Start" and immerse yourself in the world I've created. Please note that this project is still a work in progress. You can download the latest version of the game on my [[Patreon|"https://www.patreon.com/Fragile Games"]] or on my [[Telegram channel|"https://t.me/fragile_games"]]. If you'd like to support the development, you can contribute to my USDT BEP20 wallet: 0x124aBC80Da774859c9753CaB9a874462922B285a or my USDT TRC20 wallet: TVbkBhfeAGMhEtLZ4gEyY1VFuHK8J4ESpt. If you have any questions or feedback about the game, feel free to reach out to me on [[Instagram|"https://www.instagram.com/fragile_female"]] or [[Telegram|"https://t.me/lizakinezis"]] Thank you once again for being here. I hope you enjoy Fragile Female and all it has to offer. Press "Start" to begin your journey. [[Start|CharacterCreation][$avatar to true]] [[I'm under 18.|Exit]]

Please enter your name and pick how you want to look to proceed. Your name is: <<textbox "$name" "">> Choose Your Look <<if $avatar is false>> \ Your avatar is hidden. <<link "Unhide" passage()>> \ <<set $avatar to true>> \ <</link>> \ <</if>> <<set _av_names to ["Dolly", "Malena", "Lily", "Elsa", "Evelyn", "Aidra", "Nancy", "Megan", "Jia"]>> \ @@.avatar-selector-container; <<for _i to 0; _i < _av_names.length; ++_i>> \ <<AvatarOption _i _av_names[_i]>> \ <</for>> \ @@ <<unset _i>> \ <<unset _av_names>> \

<<widget "AvatarOption">>\ <div>\ <<link [img[`img/character/avatar/${_args[0]}.jpg`][start]]>> \ <<set $face to _args[0]>> \ <<if !$name.trim().length>> \ <<set $name to _args[1]>> \ <</if>> \ <</link>> <<link [[Select|start]]>> \ <<set $face to _args[0]>> \ <<if !$name.trim().length>> \ <<set $name to _args[1]>> \ <</if>> \ <</link>> </div>\ <</widget>>\

<img src="img/misc/hometown.jpg"/> I grew up in a small northern town, where the rhythm of life was quiet and steady. My family was ordinary—my mother, father, older brother, and younger sister were my whole world. My father had his struggles, especially with drinking, but over time, he found his way and became a caring, devoted dad. My mother, a nurse at the local hospital, worked long hours but always made time for us. My older brother, now a mechanic, spends his days fixing cars in a garage not far from home, while my younger sister is still in school, full of energy and dreams of her own. <img src="img/misc/family.jpg"/> Having spent my entire life in this small northern town, where harsh winters blanketed the landscape for most of the year, I often dreamed of something different—a life in a big, bustling city at the heart of the country. The snow-covered streets and limited opportunities of my hometown began to feel more like a cage than comfort. I longed for a place where I could truly thrive, leaving behind the familiar faces and the quiet life I had always known. Fate intervened when my uncle passed away, leaving his modest apartment in the city to his close friend, Mr. Novak. The two had shared a deep bond and longstanding friendship. Upon my uncle’s passing, Mr. Novak contacted my family, offering the apartment as a gesture of goodwill. He knew my family was content with their quiet life in the small town and understood their reluctance to leave. Still, he extended a unique opportunity: if anyone from our family wanted to move to the city, he would rent the apartment at an exceptionally low rate. Though modest, the apartment was in a vibrant part of the city, full of opportunities. When I heard about the offer, I was thrilled at the idea of living in the city. Excited, I approached my parents and asked for their permission to move. They agreed, but with one condition: I had to perform well on my upcoming exams. They believed that if I could prove my dedication and succeed academically, I would be ready for the new challenge ahead. In school, I was: <<link "A bookworm, always lost in the pages of a new novel or studying late into the night." "exam">> <<set $intellect += 10>> <<set $bookwormAbility = true>> <</link>> <<link "The center of attention, always surrounded by friends and the life of every social event." "exam">> <<set $charisma += 10>> <<set $socialiteAbility = true>> <</link>> <<link "An athlete, dedicated to my health and always pushing myself to new physical limits." "exam">> <<set $fitness += 10>> <<set $athleteAbility = true>> <</link>> <<link "Known for my looks, always drawing attention with my appearance and style." "exam">> <<set $attractiveness += 10>> <<set $fashionistaAbility = true>> <</link>> <<link "A rebel, constantly breaking the rules and challenging authority." "exam">> <<set $corruption += 10>> <<set $rebelAbility = true>> <</link>> <<link "Nothing special, just an average student blending into the crowd." "exam">> <<set $intellect += 2>> <<set $charisma += 2>> <<set $fitness += 2>> <<set $attractiveness += 2>> <<set $corruption += 2>> <</link>>

Fragile Female v<<print $gameversion>>

<<print $name>> <<if $avatar is true>> @@.image-container; [img[`img/character/avatar/${$face}.jpg`]]@@<</if>> <div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 2.5em;"> MONEY: $<<print $money>> DAY: <<print $dayNumber>> WEEKDAY: <<=setup.datePart[$currentDay]>> TIME: <<=setup.dayPart[$currentTime]>> INTELLECT: <<print $intellect>> CHARISMA: <<print $charisma>> FITNESS: <<print $fitness>> ATTRACTIVENESS: <<print $attractiveness>> CORRUPTION: <<print $corruption>> AROUSAL: <<print $arousal>></div>

<<set $currentDay = 0>> <<set $currentTime = 0>> <<set setup.dayPart = ["Dawn", "Early Morning", "Late Morning", "Afternoon", "Midday", "Evening", "Midnight", "Late Night"]>> <<set setup.datePart = ["Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday", "Sunday"]>> <<set $gameversion to 0.05>> <<set $dayNumber = 1>> <<set $start = false>> <<set $name = "">> <<set $inventory = []>> <<set $phoneCall = "">> <<set $lastMoneyRequestDate = -1>> <<set $menu to false>> <<set $start to false>> <<set $cigarettes = 0>> <<set $membership_active = false>> <<set $membership_start_date = "" >> <<set $lastGymVisit = -1>> <<set $junkFood = 0>> <<set $regularMeal = 0>> <<set $gourmetDish = 0>> <<set $viewerCount = 0>> <<set $_newViewers = 0>> <<set $webcamViewerCount = 0>> <<set $_newWebcamViewers = 0>> <<set $rentPaid = false>> <<set $rentFailed = false>> <<set $pizzadeliveryShifts = 0>> <<set $hostelroomBooked = false>> <<set $dumbbellsUsage = 0>> <<set $yogaMatUsage = 0>> <<set $jumpRopeUsage = 0>> <<set $stretchingUsage = 0>> <<set $nakedStretchingCount = 0>> <<set $parkRunUsage = 0>> <<set $yogaMatParkUsage = 0>> <<set $readAdultBook = false>> <<set $readPornMagazine = false>> <<set $buttPlugUsed = false>> <<set $quantumMechanicsRead = 0>> <<set $criticalThinkingRead = 0>> <<set $ancientCivilizationsRead = 0>> <<set $persuasionRead = 0>> <<set $winFriendsRead = 0>> <<set $runnersGuideRead = 0>> <<set $forbiddenPleasuresRead = 0>> <<set $frenchCookingRead = 0>> <<set $cookingVideoWatched = 0>> <<set $cookingShowUsage = 0>> <<set $programmingLessonsCompleted = 0>> <<set $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted = 0>> <<set $cookingLessonsCompleted = 0>> <<set $basketballAloneUsage = 0>> <<set $pedicureUsage = 0>> <<set $manicureUsage = 0>> <<set $facialUsage = 0>> <<set $massageUsage = 0>> <<set $sunbatheUsage = 0>> <<set $taxisuckUsage = 0>> <<set $underpasssuckUsage = 0>> <<set $libraryFap = 0>> <<set $socialPsychologyRead = 0>> <<set $modernLiteratureRead = 0>> <<set $programmingRead = 0>> <<set $historyOfArtRead = 0>> <<set $genderStudiesRead = 0>> <<set $publicSpeakingRead = 0>> <<set $foreignLanguageJapaneseRead = 0>> <<set $sexologyRead = 0>> <<set $physicalEducationRead = 0>> <<set $socialPsychologyCourses = 0>> <<set $modernLiteratureCourses = 0>> <<set $programmingCourses = 0>> <<set $historyOfArtCourses = 0>> <<set $genderStudiesCourses = 0>> <<set $publicSpeakingCourses = 0>> <<set $foreignLanguageJapaneseCourses = 0>> <<set $sexologyCourses = 0>> <<set $physicalEducationCourses = 0>> <<set $parkflyerjobAccepted = false>> <<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>> <<set $cafejobInquired = false>> <<set $cafejobWaitress = false>> <<set $cafejobAssistant = false>> <<set $cafejobDismissal = false>> <<set $hasBarJob = false>> <<set $libraryJob = false>> <<set $pizzeriaJob = false>> <<set $flashpointJob = false>> <<set $eventCourierTriggered = false>> <<set $courierEventCompleted = false>> <<set $stephanie_firstVisit = true>> <<set $metMargaret = false>> <<set $margaretComputerRepairCompleted = false>> <<set $ringStolen = false>> <<set $margaretApologyGiven = false>> <<set $margaretForgivenessEventCompleted = false>> <<set $metJill = false>> <<set $talkJill = false>> <<set $weekendJill = false>> <<set $lickJill = false>> <<set $fitProEventCompleted = false>> <<set $frankieIntroduced = false>> <<set $tyra_dialogue_completed = false>> <<set $talkedToTyra = false>> <<set $libraryVisit = false>> <<set $talkedToBartender = false>> <<set $visitedConsultant = false>> <<set $discountEventTriggered = false>> <<set $sinkFixed = false>> <<set $callPlumber = false>> <<set $subscriberEmailRead = false>> <<set $firstWebcamStreamDone = false>> <<set $secondWebcamStreamDone = false>> <<set $highViewerEmailRead = false>> <<set $blackmailerWebcam = false>> <<set $basketballEncounter = false>> <<set $talkedToTycen = false>> <<set $margaretFun = false>> <<set $robertAdvice = false>> <<set $rileyConversation = false>> <<set $rileyEmailRead = false>> <<set $rileyDisgrace = false>> <<set $margaretSubordination = false>> <<set $robertQuestion = false>> <<set $robertrileyEvening = false>> <<set $robertrileySex = false>> <<set $novakQuickie = false>> <<set $pizzaQuickie = false>> <<set $pizzaLover = false>> <<set $conciergeQuickie = false>> <<set $jackShoelaces = false>> <<set $jackShoeride = false>> <<set $trainingTycen = false>> <<set $showerTycen = false>> <<set $hotdogHead = false>> <<set $taxiHumiliation = false>> <<set $gymshowerFun = false>> <<set $clubJake = false>> <<set $drunkGirlEncounter = false>> <<set $restroomIsla = false>> <<set $mallbenchWallet = false>> <<set $mallbenchWalletsteal = false>> <<set $mallsecurityOk = false>> <<set $mallsecuritySex = false>> <<set $mallvendingGirl = false>> <<set $morganEncounter = false>> <<set $deborahBar = false>> <<set $homelessUnderpass = false>> <<set $homelessfunUnderpass = false>> <<set $junkieUnderpass = false>> <<set $hotdogHeadgiver = false>> <<set $stephaniePhone = false>> <<set $stephanieFirstS = false>> <<set $stephanieSecondS = false>> <<set $stephanieThirdS = false>> <<set $stephanieFourthS = false>> <<set $stephaniePersonalLicker = false>> <<set $shanitaNumber = false>> <<set $shanitaCall = false>> <<set $shanitaMaid = false>> <<set $tycenNumber = false>> <<set $tycenFirstvisit = false>> <<set $tyraFriendly = false>> <<set $tyraGymtogether = false>> <<set $tyraNumber = false>> <<set $tyraJogging = false>> <<set $tyraBethany = false>> <<set $BBCdelivery = false>> <<set $jillStrapfun = false>> <<set $ferriswheelBJ = false>> <<set $squatPermit = false>> <<set $squatBj = false>> <<set $boxingTraining = false>> <<set $boxingfirstTraining = false>> <<set $boxingDrink = false>> <<set $photoshootCola = false>> <<set $margaretRenovation = false>> <<set $hookahVIPService = false>> <<set $margaretReport = false>> <<set $shanitaFirstDay = false>> <<set $shanitaDismissal = false>> <<set $deborahPark = false>> <<set $libraryStudent = false>> <<set $libraryStudentHead = false>> <<set $libraryStudentPlug = false>> <<set $libraryStudentReport = false>> <<set $femaleOfficersMeet = false>> <<set $femaleOfficersPhone = false>> <<set $officerMillerCall = false>> <<set $femaleOfficersWiretap = false>> <<set $femaleOfficersWiretapEnd = false>> <<set $femaleHomeVideo = false>> <<set $femaleOfficersWiretapSuccess = false>> <<set $margaretRunaway = false>> <<set $margaretRunawayEnd = false>> <<set $parkAlexMeet = false>> <<set $parkAlexNumber = false>> <<set $stephanieWork1 = false>> <<set $stephanieWork2 = false>> <<set $stephanieWork3 = false>> <<set $universitySecurityTalk = false>> <<set $universityAdmissionsTalk = false>> <<set $universityDoctorBribe = false>> <<set $citycenterHospital = false>> <<set $universityMedicalExamPass = false>> <<set $universityTestExamPass = false>> <<set $universityTestExamCheat = false>> <<set $universityAdmission = false>> <<set $novakHomeHead = false>> <<set $money = 200>> <<set $tokens = 0>> <<set $intellect = 0>> <<set $charisma = 0>> <<set $fitness = 0>> <<set $attractiveness = 0>> <<set $corruption = 0>> <<set $arousal = 0>> <<set $sexualExperience = 0>> <<set $cooking = 0>> <<set $drunkenness = 0>> <<set $techSavvy = 0>> <<set $socialPsychology = 0>> <<set $modernLiterature = 0>> <<set $programming = 0>> <<set $historyOfArt = 0>> <<set $genderStudies = 0>> <<set $publicSpeaking = 0>> <<set $foreignLanguageJapanese = 0>> <<set $sexology = 0>> <<set $physicalEducation = 0>> <<set $bookwormAbility = false>> <<set $socialiteAbility = false>> <<set $athleteAbility = false>> <<set $fashionistaAbility = false>> <<set $rebelAbility = false>> <<set $margaret_relationship = 0>> <<set $stephanie_relationship = 0>> <<set $jill_relationship = 0>> <<set $tyra_relationship = 0>> <<set $frankie_relationship = 0>> <<set $dennis_relationship = 0>> <<set $jack_relationship = 0>> <<set $robert_relationship = 0>> <<set $tycen_relationship = 0>> <<set $riley_relationship = 0>> <<set $morgan_relationship = 0>> <<set $deborah_relationship = 0>> <<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = 0>> <<set $bouncer_relationship = 0>> <<set $loanTaken = false>> <<set $loanStartDay = 0>>

<<if $dayNumber % 30 === 0 and !$rentPaid>><img src="img/locations/home/rent.jpg"/> Someone is knocking at the door. It’s the 30th, so it’s likely Mr. Novak has come to collect the rent for the month. [[Answer the door|PayRent]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/uncle_house.jpg"/> I'm at home. <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> It’s too late and dangerous to go outside at this hour. I should stay inside and get some rest. [[Go to the Bedroom|Bedroom]] [[Go to the Living Room|Living Room]] [[Visit the Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Go to the Kitchen|Kitchen]] <<else>> [[Go to the Bedroom|Bedroom]] [[Go to the Living Room|Living Room]] [[Visit the Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Go to the Kitchen|Kitchen]] [[Kill Time|KillTime]] [[Go outside|entrance of the house]] <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/wakeup.jpg"/> I go to sleep and wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, ready to take on the day ahead. [[Get out of bed|home]] <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <<set $currentTime = 0>> <<set $drunkenness = 0>> <<set $dayNumber += 1>> <<set $rentPaid = false>>

<<set $currentTime += 1>> <<if $currentTime >= setup.dayPart.length>> <<set $currentTime = 0>> <<set $currentDay += 1>> <<if $currentDay >= setup.datePart.length>> <<set $currentDay = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<goto "home">>

<img src="img/locations/home/old_tv.jpg"/> I settled comfortably on the sofa and turned on the TV. <style> .columns-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .column { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">> [[Watch the news|Watch News]] [[Watch anime|Watch Anime]] [[Watch a horror movie|Watch Horror]] [[Watch music videos|Watch Music Videos]] [[Watch a cooking show|Watch Cooking Show]] <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" || setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight">> [[Watch erotic content|Watch Erotica]] <</if>> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> I feel exhausted as the night deepens. It's too late to do anything else. [[Go to sleep|Bed]] <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">> [[Return to the living room|Living Room]] <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/home/desk_night.jpg"/> I feel completely exhausted as the night deepens. My eyes are too tired to focus on anything, let alone read. It’s too late to do anything else now, and all I want is to rest. [[Go to sleep|Bed]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/desk.jpg"/> I sit at my desk. Here, I can do my university homework or read a book I bought from the bookstore. [[Read a Book|ReadBook]] [[Return to the living room|Living Room]] <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/balcony.jpg"/> I step out onto the balcony, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, and I take a moment to enjoy the view before me. [[Look Out the Window|LookOut]] [[Smoke|Smoke]] [[Go back|Bedroom]]

<img src="img/locations/home/bathroom.jpg"/> I enter the bathroom. I can take a shower, a bath, or use the toilet. <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> It’s late, and you should get some rest. You decide to go to bed. [[Go back|home]] <<else>> [[Take a Shower|Shower]] [[Take a Bath|Bath]] [[Use the Toilet|Toilet]] [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]] <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> <img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/> It’s too late to make any calls now. You decide it’s best to go to bed. [[Return to the living room|Living Room]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/> I pick up the phone and think about who to call. <ul> <li>[[Call the local pizzeria|Pizzeria Choice]]</li> <li>[[Call home and talk to your mom|Home Choice]]</li> <<if $callPlumber and !$sinkFixed>> <li>[[Call a plumber to fix the kitchen sink|Call Plumber]]</li> <</if>></ul> [[Return to the living room|Living Room]]<</if>>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/entrance.jpg"/> I stand on the 3rd floor of my apartment building, right outside my door. The walls are a bit worn, and the smell of old paint lingers in the air, but this place will be my gateway to the outside world. <<if $metMargaret is false>><<set $metMargaret = true>><<set $margaret_relationship += 1>><img src="img/characters/margaret/welcome.jpg"/> As I'm about to leave, a woman in her fifties approaches me with a warm smile. "Hello, dear! You must be new here. I'm Margaret, I live just upstairs. It's nice to finally meet a new face in this building." Margaret seems friendly, and I can't help but notice her gentle demeanor. "I live alone now," Margaret continues, "but I have a son who works in the police force. He visits when he can, but it's nice to have company around here." I introduce myself, mentioning that I've just moved to the city from a small northern town. "It's definitely a big change for me, but I'm excited to explore and settle in. Thank you for the warm welcome." Margaret nods understandingly. "It must be quite a change for you. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to knock on my door." After a pleasant chat, Margaret bids me farewell. "Take care, dear. I hope we'll see each other around!" "Thank you, Margaret. I’m sure we will. Have a great day!" <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> It's already too late, most places are closed until tomorrow. <ul><<if !$rentFailed>><li>[[Go back to my apartment|home]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go outside|Outside]]</li></ul> <<else>><ul><<if !$rentFailed>><li>[[Go back to my apartment|home]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Go down to the 2nd floor|2nd Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go to the 4th floor|4th Floor]]</li> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go outside|Outside]]</li></ul> <<if setup.datePart[$currentDay] is "Wednesday" and $courierEventCompleted is false>>[[A courier rushes toward me, holding a package|Courier Event]]<</if>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/balcony_view.jpg"/> I look out over the city from the balcony. It's a nice view, and it helps me relax. [[Go back to the balcony|Balcony]]

<<if $cigarettes > 0>> <img src="img/events/home/balcony/smoke_balcony.jpg"/> I have a smoke on the balcony. It's a calming activity and gives me a moment to unwind. <<set $cigarettes -= 1>> <<else>> <img src="img/events/home/balcony/ashtray.jpg"/> I realize I have no cigarettes left. I should buy some more if I want to smoke. <</if>> [[Go back to the balcony|Balcony]]

I look through my inventory to find something to read. <<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book") or $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>> <img src="img/locations/home/read_book.jpg"/> <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book")>> <li>[[Read the Adult Book|Read Adult Book]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine")>> <li>[[Read the Porn Magazine|Read Porn Magazine]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine")>> <li>[[Read the Fashion Magazine|Read Fashion Magazine]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>> <li>[[Read the Public Speaking Guide|Read Public Speaking Guide]]</li> <</if>> </ul> <<else>> <img src="img/locations/home/no_books.jpg"/> I have nothing to read at the moment. <</if>> [[Go back home|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/read_book.jpg"/> I picked up the book, The Anal Sex, and settled in comfortably, flipping open the cover with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. As I began to read, it became clear that this wasn't like anything I’d expected. The descriptions were vivid, explicit, and unapologetically raw. Each word felt like a bold stroke against the edges of my thoughts, stirring something deep inside me. With every page, I felt my pulse quicken, my cheeks flush. It was as if the carefully constructed walls of decency in my mind were slowly eroding, leaving me vulnerable to the raw desires that the book so boldly explored. I could feel a subtle shift within myself, a tinge of something darker, more primal, creeping into my thoughts. My breath grew shallow as the words pulled me further into the narrative’s intimate details. My body responded in ways I hadn’t anticipated. A wave of heat rushed through me, making it hard to focus on anything else. The growing arousal was undeniable, and with it came the realization that I was no longer the same. Something in me had changed, a subtle corruption that I couldn't quite shake. "God," I whispered to myself, knowing full well that this book had done more than just pique my curiosity—it had awakened something in me. [[Close the book and return to the desk|Desk]] <<if not $readAdultBook>> <<set $corruption += 1>> <<set $readAdultBook = true>> <</if>> <<set $arousal += 20>> <<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/read_book.jpg"/> I picked up the magazine titled BIG BOOBS, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and nervous excitement. As I flipped through the glossy pages, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bold images that filled every inch of the spreads. The models were gorgeous, their figures exaggerated, and the photography was unapologetically explicit. At first, I lingered on each page, trying to maintain some sense of distance, but the more I looked, the more I felt my control slipping. My cheeks grew warm, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else I couldn’t quite put into words. Each story I skimmed seemed to blur the line between fantasy and desire, the bold text pulling me deeper into this world I wasn’t sure I was ready for. With every turn of the page, it was as if the glossy images whispered things to me that I’d never considered before, leaving me both captivated and unsettled. I could feel my thoughts shift, a creeping sense of something darker taking root in the back of my mind. There was no denying it—I was becoming a little more corrupted, and part of me didn't want to stop. I let out a soft, almost inaudible breath, feeling a new kind of tension within me. [[Close the magazine and return to the desk|Desk]] <<if not $readPornMagazine>> <<set $corruption += 1>> <<set $readPornMagazine = true>> <</if>> <<set $arousal += 20>> <<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\shower\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I take a refreshing shower, the warm water cascading over me, washing away the grime of the day. The soothing sensation of the water helps me feel clean and rejuvenated. I let the steam envelop me, enjoying a moment of quiet and relaxation as I wash away the stresses of the day. Afterward, I step out feeling invigorated and ready to tackle whatever comes next. [[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bath\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I take a relaxing bath, the warm water embracing me as I sink into the tub. I light a few candles and let their soft glow fill the room, creating a calming atmosphere. The scent of lavender bubbles around me, and I let out a deep sigh as the warmth soothes my tired muscles. As I settle into the bath, I feel the stress and tension of the day melt away, improving my mood and leaving me feeling completely refreshed. The gentle splash of the water and the tranquil ambiance make it a perfect escape, and I emerge from the bath feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. [[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]] <<if $arousal >= 50>> <<if $inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>> [[Play with the Butt Plug|Play With ButtPlug]] <</if>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I use the toilet, a simple necessity that is part of my daily routine. The small, unremarkable space is functional and clean, providing a moment of privacy. As I sit, I take a brief pause to relax and gather my thoughts. The mundane task is a small but essential part of my day, and I appreciate the brief respite it provides. Once I’m finished, I wash my hands and move on, feeling a bit more at ease. [[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/home/bath/bath_plug.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I start to play with the butt plug, a wave of pleasure washes over me. I let myself indulge in the moment, feeling a complex mix of excitement and shame. The thrill of the experience sends a rush of adrenaline through me, while a sense of guilt lingers in the background. Despite the conflicting emotions, I allow myself to fully experience the pleasure, savoring each sensation and the momentary escape it provides. The experience leaves me both satisfied and a little more corrupted. [[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]] <<if $buttPlugUsed is false>> <<set $corruption += 1>> <<set $buttPlugUsed = true>> <</if>> <<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img/locations/home/phonecall.jpg"/> I dial the number for the local pizzeria. After a short wait, a friendly voice answers. "Hello! Welcome to Joe's Pizzeria. How can I help you today?" [[Order a Pizza for $15|Order Pizza]] [[Hang up|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/phonecall.jpg"/> I dial my home number and listen to the rhythmic sound of the ringing tone. After a few moments, I hear my mom's familiar voice on the other end. "Hi honey, how are you? What’s up?" she asks, her voice warm and caring. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves before responding. "Hey Mom, I’m okay. Just calling to check in and see how you’re doing. Is everything alright there?" My mom’s voice brightens. "Everything’s fine here, dear. Just the usual—keeping busy with work and taking care of the house. What about you? How’s everything on your end?" I pause for a moment, weighing how much to share. "Things are going pretty well. I’ve been dealing with some stuff, but I’m managing. Just wanted to hear your voice and catch up a bit." [[Chat with mom|Chat With Mom]] [[Hang up|home]]

I place an order for a delicious pizza. The total comes to $15. I feel a bit hungry but satisfied, knowing that a tasty meal is on its way. I eagerly await my pizza delivery. As I sit on the couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring, I feel a mix of anticipation and comfort. <img src="img/locations/home/sofa.jpg"/> When the doorbell rings, I go to open the door. [[Next|Pizza Delivery]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/pizza_delivery.jpg"/> I open the door and see a dark-skinned delivery man holding a pizza. He greets me with a smile. <<if $pizzaLover>> The delivery man’s smile grows as he gazes at me. "Well, well, my favorite white cocksucker. Are we going to have some fun today, or do you have the cash for the pizza?" [[Pay the delivery person and receive the pizza.|Pay And Eat Pizza]] [[Get the pizza for free|Free Pizza Lover]] <</if>> <<if $pizzaQuickie and !$pizzaLover>>The delivery man’s smile widens as he looks at you. "Hey there, baby. Are we doing this the usual way today, or do you have cash for the delivery?" [[Pay the delivery person and receive the pizza.|Pay And Eat Pizza]] [[Get the pizza for free|FreePizza]] <</if>><<if !$pizzaQuickie>>"Good evening! Your pizza has arrived. That will be $15, please." <<if $money < 15>> [[I’m sorry, but I can’t pay right now. I don't have enough money.|No Money Pizza]] <<if $corruption >= 15 or $rebelAbility>> [[Propose a deal to the delivery person.|Deal]] <</if>> <</if>><<if $money >= 15>> [[Pay the delivery person and receive the pizza.|Pay And Eat Pizza]] <<if $corruption >= 5>>[[Propose a deal to the delivery person.|Deal]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/pizza_delivery.jpg"/> The delivery person frowns and says, "I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll have to report this. You should find a way to pay for the pizza next time." [[Go back home|home]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I open the door to find the pizza delivery person standing there, looking at me expectantly. I take the pizza from him but then sheepishly admit, "I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to find the money for the pizza." The delivery person’s face falls slightly, and he responds with a hint of frustration, "So, you’re saying I need to process a cancellation of the order?" He looks disappointed, clearly not pleased with the situation. I smile awkwardly, feeling the pressure of the moment. "Is there any other way I could pay for it?" I ask, hoping for an alternative. The delivery person’s eyes flicker as he takes a more appraising look at me. After a moment’s pause, he finally speaks, "Well, there is one option. If you’re willing to... take care of me, I might be able to cover the cost of the pizza myself." He gestures subtly, suggesting his proposal with a mix of expectation and hope. I smile awkwardly, trying to navigate the situation. "I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand. What do you mean by taking care of you?" I ask, feigning confusion. His expression shifts slightly as he places the pizza on the entryway floor. With a quick motion, he unzips his pants and pulls out his black cock. His eyes meet mine with a provocative glint as he says, "Here’s what I mean, sweetheart. Take care of me with your mouth, and the pizza is yours." The offer hangs in the air, leaving me with a clear but challenging decision. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> [[Accept the delivery man’s offer|Deal Negotiation Pizza]] [[Politely decline|No Money Pizza]]

I hand over $15 to the delivery person. He gives me the pizza with a smile. I thank him and close the door. <img src="img/locations/home/pizzatable.jpg"/> I sit down to enjoy my meal. The pizza is delicious! <img src="img/locations/home/pizzaeat.jpg"/> [[Go back home|home]] <<set $money = $money - 15>>

I decide to accept the delivery person’s offer and invite him into the living room. I settle onto the couch, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The delivery person, his pants lowered and his big black cock hanging freely, confidently approaches me. With a steady hand, I reach out and take hold of his impressive cock. I begin to touch it gently, trying to get used to the new sensation. He notices my hesitation and offers reassurance, "Don’t worry, take your time. A lot of white girls don’t mind this kind of payment." His tone is calm and encouraging, aimed at making me feel more comfortable with the situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Gathering my thoughts, I kneel down and start to slowly suck on his big black cock. As I take him into my mouth, his confidence visibly grows. "That’s it, just like that," he encourages me, his voice thick with pleasure. As I continue, he starts to lower the straps of my top with his fingers, clearly enjoying the sight. Not wanting to delay, I decide to help him out. Without removing his cock from my mouth, I reach up and pull the straps of my top down myself. The top falls away, revealing my small, bare breasts. His eyes widen in appreciation as he takes in the view. "Wow, you look even better without that top," he remarks, his tone filled with admiration. The room is soon filled with the rhythmic sounds of sucking and his moans of pleasure, creating an atmosphere charged with desire and anticipation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After removing the rest of his clothing, he settles comfortably onto the couch. I obediently position myself on all fours in front of him, my body tense with anticipation as I continue to suck on his large cock. As I focus on my task, he watches me with a mix of pleasure and casual observation. "You know, it’s funny," he says, his voice slightly amused, "all the white girls I’ve met seem to be just like you. It’s always the same routine." His tone is matter-of-fact, as if this observation is a regular part of his experiences. The sounds of my actions and his casual commentary fill the room, creating a charged and intimate atmosphere. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling his climax approaching, he rises from the couch and instructs me to get on my knees in front of him. Obediently, I comply and position myself accordingly. He begins to masturbate in front of my face, his movements growing more urgent. As he nears the end, he finally starts to ejaculate, his hot liquid spilling across my face and onto my lips. I tightly close my lips, feeling his semen coating my skin. His expression is one of satisfaction as he watches me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Quickly, he begins to dress, shaking his head with a hint of amusement. "You should’ve opened your mouth when I came," he says with a smirk, "a lot of my white clients say it's tastier than the pizza." With that, he finishes getting dressed and heads towards the door, throwing a final taunt over his shoulder. "Don’t forget to wash your face," he adds before stepping out. Once the door closes behind him, I clean myself up and finally turn my attention to the pizza, ready to enjoy my meal. <img src="img/locations/home/pizzaeat.jpg"/> [[Go back home|home]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $pizzaQuickie = true>>

<img src="img/locations/home/phonecall.jpg"/> I chat with my mom about various topics, catching up on recent events and discussing how life is in the big city. She asks about my job, my living situation, and how I’m adjusting to city life. "So, how’s the job going? Are you settling in alright? I hope you’re not overworking yourself," she asks with genuine concern. I smile, reassuring her, "The job is going well, and I’m getting used to the city. There are challenges, but I’m handling them okay. It’s just a lot to juggle sometimes." My mom seems relieved. "That’s good to hear. I was worried about you with everything being so new and different. Just remember to take care of yourself, okay? If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call." I nod, feeling a sense of comfort from her words. "I will, Mom. Thanks for checking in. It means a lot to me. How’s everything at home? Any new updates or news?" She laughs softly, "Oh, just the usual—keeping busy with chores and work. Nothing too exciting, but it’s nice to hear from you. We miss you here." The conversation flows smoothly, with both of us catching up on the little details of each other’s lives. After a while, I start to wrap up the call. <div style="text-align: center;"> [[Hang up|home]] <<if $currentDay == 0 and $lastMoneyRequestDate != $dayNumber>> [[Ask Mom for $100|Request Money Mom]] <<else>> You can only ask for money on Mondays, and only once per day. <</if>> </div>

<img src="img/locations/home/phonecall.jpg"/><<if $currentDay == 0>> <<if $lastMoneyRequestDate != $dayNumber>> <<set $money += 100>> <<set $lastMoneyRequestDate = $dayNumber>> I decide to ask my mom for $100, feeling a bit hesitant but hopeful. After I bring it up, she responds with a warm, reassuring tone. "Of course, honey! I understand that you might need a little extra help now and then. I’m happy to assist you," she says, her voice filled with concern and support. I thank her sincerely, feeling relieved and grateful. "Thanks, Mom. It really means a lot to me. I appreciate your help more than you know." [[Hang up|home]] <<else>> You’ve already asked for money today, and you can’t request more until next Monday. "You’ve already reached out for assistance today. Let’s save this for next week," your mom gently reminds you. [[Hang up|home]] <</if>> <<else>> You can only ask for money on Mondays. "It’s not Monday today, so we’ll need to wait until next week for another request," your mom explains patiently. [[Hang up|home]] <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/home/bedroom_day.jpg" /> I lie down in my bed, the soft sheets cool against my skin as I settle into the quiet of my room. The city outside hums with distant noise, but here, in this small, dimly lit space, I feel a moment of calm. The bed creaks slightly as I shift, and the weight of the day begins to lift from my shoulders.<</if>> <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/home/bedroom_night.jpg" /> I’m lying in bed, ready to rest for the night. [[Sleep and start the next day|NextDay]] <<else>> [[Sleep and start the next day|NextDay]] <<if $arousal >= 50>> [[Play with your pussy|BedFap]] [[Play with your butt|ButtFap]] <</if>> [[Get up|Bedroom]] <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I decide to take a moment for myself and indulge in some personal pleasure. I gently begin to touch myself, my fingers moving with a tender yet deliberate rhythm. Each caress and stroke sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through my body. The sensation is deeply satisfying, drawing me further into a state of blissful relaxation. The dim lighting of the room adds to the intimate atmosphere, casting soft shadows that accentuate the personal nature of this experience. As my touches become more focused and intentional, the pleasure steadily intensifies. I let go of any lingering worries or distractions, immersing myself completely in the growing waves of satisfaction. With each touch and exploration, the sense of euphoria builds, leading to a profound state of relaxation and release. I savor the moment, allowing myself to fully experience the pleasure and tranquility it brings. <<if $inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>> [[Play with the Butt Plug|ButtPlug Bed]] <</if>> [[Get up|home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal = 0>>

<<if $hasRoofKey is true>><img src="img\locations\entrance/roof_open.jpg"/> I turn the key in the lock and, with a click, open the door. Stepping out onto the roof, I take a look around. The view of my neighborhood from up here isn’t exactly breathtaking—just the same old buildings and streets I see every day—but the fresh air feels refreshing and clears my mind. [[Enjoy the view|RoofView]] [[Go back|5th Floor]] <<else>><img src="img\locations\entrance/roof_locked.jpg"/> The door to the roof is locked, and no matter how much I jiggle the handle, it won’t budge. Looks like I’m going to need a key to get up there. I pause for a moment, thinking back. The concierge’s room… I remember passing it near the exit of the building on my way in. Maybe the concierge could help me with this. [[Go back|5th Floor]] [[Visit the concierge|ConciergeRoom]] <</if>>

<<if $hasRoofKey>><img src="img/locations/entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/> I approach the concierge’s desk, and he greets me with a smirk, his eyes lingering on me for just a second too long. "Hello, darling. What can I help you with today?" <<if $conciergeQuickie>> "Back for another round, or do you need something special?"<</if>> [[Go back|1st Floor]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/> I step into the concierge's small, cluttered room. The space is filled with old furniture and a jumble of papers. The man, probably around 50 years old, with graying hair and a receding hairline, is slouched on a worn-out sofa. He’s staring intently at a monitor on the table in front of him, his focus clearly elsewhere. He glances up briefly as I enter, his expression neutral and not particularly welcoming. "Hello, miss. What can I do for you today?" he asks, his voice flat. [[Ask for the key to the roof|Request Key Roof]] [[Go back|1st Floor]] <</if>>

<<if $dayNumber >= $loanStartDay + 30 && $loanTaken and !$loan_paid>> As I step outside, two men approach me, their expressions stern. <img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> One of them says, "We need to talk." [[Follow the men|LoanConfrontation]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/outside.jpg"/> I step outside, feeling the fresh air of my neighborhood. The streets are alive with the usual hustle and bustle. Where would I like to go today? <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/home/home.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go back home|1st Floor]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Head to the cozy café, "Bean & Blossom"|Local Café]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/convenience_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Stop by the convenience store, "QuickMart"|Convenience Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/park/park.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Take a walk in the nearby park|Park]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_entrance.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go to the gym, "Iron Haven"|Gym]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/library/library.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the local library, "PageTurner Library"|Library]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/bar/bar.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Check out the bar, "The Rusty Anchor"|Bar]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/club/club.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Spend the evening at the nightclub, "Pulse"|Club]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/basketball.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit an outdoor basketball court|Basketball Court]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/pizzeria.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Grab a slice at the pizzeria, "Viva Napoli"|Pizzeria]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/bus_stop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Catch a bus from the bus stop|Bus Stop Neighborhood]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go down into the underpass|Underpass]] </div> <<if $stephaniePersonalLicker>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/stephanie_house.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Work part-time for Stephanie|Stephanie Part Time Work]] </div> <</if>> <<if $stephanie_relationship >= 1 && !$stephaniePersonalLicker>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/stephanie_house.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit Stephanie's house|StephanieHouse]] </div> <</if>> <<if $shanitaCall && !$shanitaFirstDay>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/shanita_house/shanita_house.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit Shanita's house|Shanita House]] </div> <</if>> <<if $shanitaFirstDay and !$shanitaDismissal>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/shanita_house/shanita_house.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Work for Shanita|Shanita Work]]</div><</if>></div><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance/courier.jpg"/> As I step into the hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps draws my attention. A courier rushes toward me, slightly out of breath, holding a package awkwardly in his arms. His eyes quickly scan the door behind me before settling on me with a look of urgency. "Wait! I have a package for you!" he exclaims, barely slowing down as he approaches. He glances at the number on my apartment door, then at the label on the package. "This is apartment 9, right? Do you live here?" he asks, his tone hurried but with a hint of doubt. I nod, still a little confused. "Yes, that's my apartment, but I didn’t order anything." "It's already paid for," he insists, quickly handing me the box, as if trying to wrap things up. Before I can question him further, he gives me a brief nod and rushes off down the hallway, vanishing around the corner. <<set $courierEventCompleted = true>> Looking down at the package, I notice the address. It’s my street, but the house number is wrong. The package is meant for the building next door. My curiosity piques as I trace the edges of the box, wondering how it ended up at my door. [[Open the package|Open Package]] <<link "Take the package to the correct address">> <<set $openedPackage = false>> <<goto "ReturnBox">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/roof_view.jpg"/> Standing on the roof, I take in the view in front of me. Below, I can see the main street and the nearby buildings in my neighborhood—mostly old five-story buildings. But in the distance, on the horizon, taller buildings rise, hinting at the city center and its more modern architecture. As I gaze out at the city, I notice a lounge chair on the roof, inviting me to sunbathe while the sun is shining. <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Evening" && setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Midnight" && setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">> The weather is nice, and the sun is shining brightly. It’s a perfect time to relax and soak up some rays. [[Sunbathe on the roof|Sunbathe Roof]]<</if>> [[Check the roof for something interesting|Inspect Roof]] [[Go back|5th Floor]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/> I ask the concierge if I can borrow the key to the roof. He raises an eyebrow and asks, "Why do you need it?" "I just want to enjoy the views," I reply. The concierge sighs. "It's against the rules, you know," he says, then winks at me. "But if you do me a small favor, I might be able to turn a blind eye." "What kind of favor?" I ask. "Don't play innocent with me. You'll perform a little 'service,' and I'll give you the key. The service? Let's just say it involves satisfying me in ways that go beyond the usual. I expect you to get down on your knees and make me feel really good. In return, I’ll hand over the key to you." [[Agree to the favor|Concierge Favor]] [[Refuse the offer|1st Floor]] <<if $money >= 20>>[[Instead, offer a $20 bribe|OfferBribe]]<</if>>

"Alright, let's just get this over with," I agreed with a nod. "I'll do it quickly." The concierge stood up from the sofa and walked over to me, deftly unzipping his pants. "Do it standing up, babe." Obediently, I reached into his pants and pulled out his erect cock. I leaned in and started to suck him, while the concierge held my head firmly in place. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled my head down further and said, "Lick my balls." As I moved my tongue over his testicles, he used one hand to hold my head steady and the other to stroke himself, intensifying the situation. I worked diligently, hoping it would be over soon. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he seemed satisfied with the attention I was giving his balls, he released his grip on my head. I took the opportunity to go back to sucking him, resuming my efforts with renewed focus. The concierge groaned softly, clearly enjoying the continued pleasure as I worked to finish the task. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Seizing the opportunity, I took his cock in both hands and began to pump it rapidly while continuing to suck on the tip. "Come on, let’s finish this," I murmured, hoping to expedite his release. It wasn't long before he tensed and groaned, finally climaxing. He filled my mouth with his warm, thick cum, spilling over my lips and staining them with his semen. I swallowed as much as I could, feeling the sticky residue on my face and lips as I pulled away. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he got what he wanted, the concierge adjusted his clothes and calmly walked back to the desk. He picked up the key and handed it to me, a slight smirk on his face. "Glad to know there's such an obedient little girl living in the building now," he said, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. I tried to ignore the condescending tone, keeping my composure. "Thank you for the key," I replied, taking it and quickly leaving the room, feeling a tightness in my chest. I knew I had more important matters ahead and wasn’t going to waste my energy on his humiliating comments. <<set $hasRoofKey = true>><<set $conciergeQuickie = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Go back|1st Floor]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_bribe.jpg"/> I discreetly pull out a $20 bill from my wallet and slide it across the desk. The soft rustle of the money seems louder in the otherwise silent room. The concierge barely glances at the cash, his expression flat and unimpressed as he leans back in his chair. "$20? That's hardly worth the risk," he says. "If you want my help, you're going to have to do better than that." <<if $money >= 50>>[[Increase the bribe to $50|Increase Bribe]]<</if>> [[Instead, agree to his initial offer|Concierge Favor]] [[Change your mind and refuse|1st Floor]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_bribe.jpg"/> I sigh, realizing I have no other choice. I pull out another $30, adding it to the $20 I already offered, making it a total of $50. I slide the money across the desk. The concierge looks at the cash, his eyes lingering on it for a moment before he snatches it from my hand with a satisfied nod. "Alright, alright. Here’s the key," he says, handing it to me with a frown. "But remember, this never happened." [[Go back|1st Floor]] <<set $hasRoofKey to true>><<set $money = $money - 50>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance/open_package.jpg"/> Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to open the package. Inside, I find a collection of adult books, a porn magazine, and a few adult toys such as an anal plug and a vibrator. Someone is clearly a naughty boy, and this package was definitely not meant for me <ul> <li><<link "Keep the contents for yourself">> <<set $openedPackage = true>> <<goto "Keep Contents">> <</link>></li> <li><<link "Close the box and return it to its rightful owners">> <<set $openedPackage = true>> <<goto "ReturnBox">> <</link>></li> <li>[[Throw the box in the trash|ThrowBox]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\entrance\trash.jpg"/> I decide this isn’t something I want to keep, so I toss the box into the trash without a second thought. The contents are gone for good, and I feel a slight sense of relief as I walk away. [[Go back home|home]] <<set $eventCourierTriggered = true>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance\package.jpg"/> I decide to keep the contents of the box. Now, I’ve got an Adult Book, Porn Magazine, Vibrator, and a Butt Plug added to my inventory. As I hold onto them, I can’t help but feel a bit more... corrupt. [[Go back home|home]] <<if !$inventory.includes("Adult Book")>> <<set $inventory.push("Adult Book")>> <</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("Porn Magazine")>> <<set $inventory.push("Porn Magazine")>> <</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("Vibrator")>> <<set $inventory.push("Vibrator")>> <</if>> <<if !$inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>> <<set $inventory.push("Butt Plug")>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>> <<set $eventCourierTriggered = true>>

<img src="img\characters\stephanie\first.jpg"/><<if $openedPackage is true>> The door opens, and a woman in her 40s stands before me, her dark hair loosely tied back. She’s tall, dressed casually but with an effortless elegance, and her eyes lock onto mine with a hint of curiosity. My throat feels dry as I awkwardly clear it, holding out the package. <<set $stephanie_relationship += 3>> “Uh, the courier made a mistake,” I stammer, feeling a bit awkward under her gaze. “I just wanted to return this. It got delivered to me by accident.” She glances at the box in my hands, then looks back at me, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Did you like what you saw inside?" she asks, her voice teasing but calm. My face heats up, completely thrown off by her question. “I... I didn’t really—” I begin, but my words stumble. She laughs softly, cutting off my attempt to respond. “I’m Stephanie,” she says, extending her hand. "Thank you for returning my package," she says with a warm smile. "If you ever need anything, feel free to stop by." Her confident, easy manner makes the situation feel both strange and oddly compelling. I’m left standing there, unsure if I should linger or politely excuse myself. <<else>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 2>> The door opens, revealing a woman in her 40s, her dark hair loosely tied back. She looks at me curiously, her gaze warm but also a bit assessing. I clear my throat nervously, holding out the package. “Uh, the courier made a mistake,” I explain, feeling awkward under her scrutiny. “I wanted to return this. It got delivered to my place by accident.” She glances at the box and offers a polite smile. "Thank you for returning this," she says, her tone genuinely appreciative. "I'm Stephanie, by the way." I nod, feeling slightly more at ease. “You’re welcome. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.” Stephanie’s smile widens a little. "Not at all. I appreciate your honesty," she replies, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "If you ever need anything, or just want to chat, feel free to drop by." I nod again, feeling a little flustered but thankful for her friendliness. As I turn to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to this encounter than just a simple package return.<</if>> [[Go back home|home]]

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/store_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late and dangerous to be out on the streets at this hour. I should head home and get some rest. <ul> <li>[[Go home|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/store.jpg"/> I enter the small convenience store near my house. It’s not very big, and there aren’t many people inside. The shelves are lined with various items useful for home, from snacks to basic toiletries. Behind the counter, a young girl with glasses is working. Her name tag reads "Jill." She glances up briefly and gives me a polite nod as I enter. <ul> <<if !$metJill>> <li>[[Browse items for sale|Browse Convenience Store]]</li> <li>[[Introduce yourself to Jill|Meet Jill]]</li> <li>[[Buy a lottery ticket|Buy Lottery Ticket]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li> <<else>> <<if !$talkJill>> <li>[[Browse items for sale|Browse Convenience Store]]</li> <li>[[Talk to Jill|TalkToJill]]</li> <li>[[Buy a lottery ticket|Buy Lottery Ticket]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li> <<else>> <<set _currentDay = setup.datePart[$currentDay]>> <<if _currentDay === "Saturday" or _currentDay === "Sunday">> <<if !$weekendJill>> <li>[[Meet Jill for a weekend activity|Jill Weekend]]</li> <<else>> <<if !$lickJill>> <<if ($dayNumber - $JillWeekendLastContact) >= 1>><li>[[Go for a walk with Jill|Jill Walk]]</li><</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <li>[[Browse items for sale|Browse Convenience Store]]</li> <li>[[Buy a lottery ticket|Buy Lottery Ticket]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $lickJill>> <li>[[Chitchat with Jill|Chitchat With Jill]]</li> <</if>> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_closed.jpg"/> The gym is closed at this hour. It's too late to work out. I should head home and get some rest. <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Go home|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym.jpg"/> I walk into a sleek, modern gym, a striking contrast to the gyms I’m used to back in my hometown. The space is bright and inviting, filled with the hum of exercise machines and the faint scent of fresh sweat. The decor is clean and contemporary, with polished floors and walls adorned with motivational posters. At the entrance, there’s a reception desk. Behind it stands a young Black woman with dreadlocks, wearing a name tag that reads "Tyra." She looks up from her computer with a welcoming smile. <<if $membership_active>> <<set $days_left = 30 - ($dayNumber - $membership_start_date)>> <<if $days_left <= 0>> <<set $membership_active = false>> Your membership has expired. You need to renew it to continue working out here. <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Approach Tyra and inquire about membership renewal|Talk Tyra]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Proceed with your workout|Gym Workout]]</li> <li>[[Talk to Tyra|Talk Tyra Again]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<else>> <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Approach Tyra and inquire about membership|Talk Tyra]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <</if>> <style> .columns-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .columns-container li { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; list-style: none; } </style>

<<if $stephanie_firstVisit is true>><<set $stephanie_firstVisit = false>><img src="img\characters\stephanie\first.jpg"/> As I approach Stephanie's house, the door swings open even before I can knock. Stephanie greets me with a warm, inviting smile that instantly puts me at ease. "Come in, darling! I'm so glad you decided to visit," she says, ushering me into her cozy home. The living room is tastefully decorated, bathed in soft lighting, and the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed tea fills the air, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. I sink into the plush sofa, and Stephanie joins me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, tell me, how are you settling in? How do you like the neighborhood?" she asks, genuinely interested. We spend some time chatting about my recent move, the challenges I've faced in adapting to a new place, and the things I've enjoyed so far. Stephanie listens intently, offering thoughtful advice and sharing stories from her own experiences, making me feel understood and supported. As our conversation begins to wind down, I thank her for the tea and prepare to leave. But before I can step out the door, she gently places a box in my hands. "Wait, I have something for you," she says with a playful smile. I glance down at the box, recognizing it as the one I returned earlier. My face flushes with embarrassment as I realize what’s inside. "I... I can't take this, Stephanie," I stammer, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. But she chuckles softly, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. "Don't be silly, dear. You're a grown woman now, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Consider it a welcome gift from me," she insists, her smile warm and understanding. Reluctantly, I accept the box, my heart racing as I wonder what I'll do with its contents. "Thank you, Stephanie," I say, my voice a little shaky. She gives me a knowing wink and opens the door for me. "Anytime, darling. And remember, my door is always open," she says as I step outside, the weight of the box in my hands feeling both exciting and daunting. [[Leave and go back outside|Outside]] <<set $stephanie_relationship += 2>><<if !$inventory.includes("Adult Book")>><<set $inventory.push("Adult Book")>><</if>><<if !$inventory.includes("Porn Magazine")>><<set $inventory.push("Porn Magazine")>><</if>><<if !$inventory.includes("Vibrator")>><<set $inventory.push("Vibrator")>><</if>><<if !$inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>><<set $inventory.push("Butt Plug")>><</if>><<else>>As I arrived at Stephanie's house, she opened the door with a warm smile and welcomed me inside. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a hint of flowers filled the air. We settled into her inviting living room, where a soft couch and dim lighting created a relaxing atmosphere. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, and I nodded eagerly in agreement. <img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/wine.jpg"/> Stephanie poured me a glass of wine in a crystal goblet, and we toasted to friendship. [[Continue drinking|Stephanie Drink]] <</if>>

<<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>> <style> .relationships-container { display: flex; flex-direction: column; gap: 5px; max-width: 600px; max-height: 200px; margin: 0 auto; } .relationship-item { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: flex-start; border: 1px solid var(--silver); border-radius: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: var(--body); min-height: 70px; height: auto; width: 100%; position: relative; } .relationship-item img { width: 50px; height: 50px; margin-right: 10px; object-fit: contain; border-radius: 5px; border: none; background-color: transparent; } .relationship-item span { font-weight: bold; color: var(--text); font-size: 14px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; } </style> <ul class="relationships-container"> <<if $margaret_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/margaret/margaret.jpg" alt="Margaret">Margaret: <<print $margaret_relationship>>. My neighbor</li><</if>> <<if $stephanie_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/stephanie/stephanie.jpg" alt="Stephanie">Stephanie: <<print $stephanie_relationship>>. A female acquaintance who works as a sexologist</li><</if>> <<if $jill_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/jill/jill.jpg" alt="Jill">Jill: <<print $jill_relationship>>. A girl working as a cashier at a convenience store</li><</if>> <<if $tyra_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/tyra/tyra.jpg" alt="Tyra">Tyra: <<print $tyra_relationship>>. A girl working at the gym reception</li><</if>> <<if $frankie_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/frankie/frankie.jpg" alt="Frankie">Frankie: <<print $frankie_relationship>>. A girl working at a sports equipment store in the mall</li><</if>> <<if $dennis_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/dennis/dennis.jpg" alt="Dennis">Dennis: <<print $dennis_relationship>>. A guy working at a sports equipment store in the mall</li><</if>> <<if $jack_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/jack/jack.jpg" alt="Jack">Jack: <<print $jack_relationship>>. The manager of 'Bean & Blossom' café</li><</if>> <<if $robert_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/robert/robert.jpg" alt="Robert">Robert: <<print $robert_relationship>>. The bartender from 'The Rusty Anchor</li><</if>> <<if $tycen_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/tycen/tycen.jpg" alt="Tycen">Tycen: <<print $tycen_relationship>>. A guy who often plays basketball at the outdoor basketball court</li><</if>> <<if $riley_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/riley/riley.jpg" alt="Riley">Riley: <<print $riley_relationship>>. I don't know, just Riley</li><</if>> <<if $morgan_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/morgan/morgan.jpg" alt="Morgan">Morgan: <<print $morgan_relationship>>. A girl working at a sex shop in the mall</li><</if>> <<if $deborah_relationship > 0>><li class="relationship-item"><img src="img/characters/deborah/deborah.jpg" alt="Deborah">Deborah: <<print $deborah_relationship>>. A female librarian at PageTurner Library</li><</if>> </ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/home/bed\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I started to play with the butt plug, and a wave of pleasure quickly built within me. The sensation was intense and all-encompassing, gradually enveloping me in a cloud of bliss. The smooth, snug fit of the plug against my body sent pulses of pleasure through my nerves, making my breathing quicken and my heart race. I let myself fully indulge in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure with a mix of excitement and a hint of shame. The experience was both exhilarating and transformative. I could feel the boundaries between my thoughts and sensations blur as I became lost in the rhythm of my own pleasure. Each movement intensified the sensations, driving me closer to a state of pure satisfaction. The act built gradually, reaching a crescendo of euphoria before gently subsiding. By the end, I was left with a deep sense of release and a touch of lingering satisfaction. [[Get up|home]] <<if $buttPlugUsed is false>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $buttPlugUsed = true>><</if>>

The room is bright, with warm light illuminating the space. I see Margaret sitting in a leather armchair, her posture upright and composed. The walls are adorned with various paintings, each adding a touch of elegance to the room, while a plush red carpet stretches across the floor. Despite the inviting decor, Margaret's expression is stern and serious, her eyes focused on the task at hand. The contrast between the room's warmth and her demeanor is striking, making the atmosphere feel tense. Margaret gestures for me to sit down, her hand sweeping gracefully toward a nearby chair. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\arrive.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I lower myself into the seat, I notice the faintest hint of a smug smile curling at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, sharp and probing, seem to pierce right through me. With a tone that drips with insinuation, she asks, "Is there anything you'd like to confess?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations. My heart skips a beat, and a sinking feeling takes hold—surely, she must be referring to the ring I stole. But without any evidence against me, I force myself to maintain a calm facade, pretending not to understand as I meet her gaze with feigned innocence. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret rises from her desk with deliberate slowness, the creaking of her chair breaking the tense silence. Her eyes never leave me as she steps forward, her presence suddenly more imposing. Each of her footsteps is measured, echoing softly against the hardwood floor. When she stops just a few feet away, I can feel the weight of her gaze. "I gave you a chance," she says, her voice low but firm, laced with a hint of disappointment. "But you didn't take it." The words feel like a final verdict, leaving little room for doubt about the seriousness of the situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\stand.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret turns on her computer, the screen flickering to life with a soft glow. Without a word, she navigates to a file and clicks play. My heart plummets as I see what appears—surveillance footage from her room, unmistakably showing me in the act of stealing her ring. The image is clear, leaving no room for denial. <img src="img\locations\entrance/recording.jpg"/> I begin to stammer out an excuse, my voice faltering under the weight of the evidence. But Margaret silences me with a raised hand, cutting me off mid-sentence. Without breaking eye contact, she moves to her bed, reclining gracefully against the pillows. She lights a cigarette with practiced ease, the tip glowing brightly in the dim light. With each slow exhale, she blows out a steady stream of smoke, her expression one of smug satisfaction, as if she’s savoring the moment of my unraveling. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\smoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I'm deeply disappointed in you," she says, her voice icy and devoid of the warmth I once knew. Each word is carefully measured, hitting me like a blow. "I offered you an easy job, and this is how you repay me?" Her tone drips with contempt, making it clear that my betrayal has cut deeper than I ever expected. She pauses, letting the weight of her words sink in before delivering an ultimatum that sends a chill down my spine. "Here are your options," she continues, her eyes narrowing with cold calculation. "I can call the police, and you know as well as I do what kind of trouble that would mean for you, especially with my son in law enforcement." Her words hang in the air like a noose tightening around my neck. "Or," she adds, her voice softening into something almost playful, "you can get on your knees and behave like a good girl." Margaret leans back, crossing her arms as she watches me with a calculating gaze, her lips curling into a faint smile. She’s waiting, patiently, expectantly, for my response, knowing that the power is entirely in her hands. <ul> <li>[[Beg for forgiveness|Beg Forgiveness]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Precious Ring")>><li>[[Refuse|Refuse to Humiliate]]</li> <<else>><li>[[Refuse|Confront Margaret]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Try to Negotiate|Negotiate for Mercy]]</li> </ul>

Trembling, I slowly approach the bed, my legs feeling like they might give out beneath me. The tension in the room is palpable, each step closer to Margaret making my heart race faster. As I reach the edge of the bed, her hand shoots out with surprising speed, gripping my cheeks with a firm, unyielding hold. Her fingers dig into my skin, and she uses the leverage to force me down, guiding me to my knees before her. Her grip is unrelenting, holding me in place as she looks down at me with a cold, domineering gaze. The power dynamic is clear, and I can feel the intensity of her control as she keeps me there, kneeling at her feet. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\kneeling.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a commanding tone that leaves no room for defiance, Margaret orders, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." The authority in her voice sends a shiver down my spine, compelling me to obey without hesitation. I part my lips and extend my tongue, my heart pounding in my chest. Margaret watches me intently, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she lifts her cigarette. With a deliberate, almost cruel precision, she taps the ash from her cigarette onto my outstretched tongue. The bitter taste invades my senses, and I can feel the heat of the ash against my skin, a humiliating reminder of the power she holds over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ash.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Obedience suits you better than being a filthy thief," Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with disdain as she gazes down at me. The words cut deep, each one a reminder of my helpless position. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slides a finger into my mouth, pressing it against my tongue. The intrusion is both demeaning and intimate, a stark contrast to the coldness in her eyes. Her finger lingers there, a silent command for me to submit further, as she revels in the control she has over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\finger.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I watch as Margaret shifts her position, settling comfortably on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Her body sinks into the plush pillows, radiating relaxation while maintaining a commanding presence. She stretches out her legs and begins to gently caress my body with her feet; the soft touch of her stocking-clad soles glides slowly up my torso. The sensation is both intimate and humiliating as her feet inch closer to my neck. With a sultry purr, I hear her say, "Be a good girl," her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "And lick my feet." Her words linger in the air, a command wrapped in condescension that sends a shiver down my spine. I obediently comply, lowering my head and starting to lick her feet. The taste of the stockings mingles with the faint scent of her skin, and I find myself alternating between licking and sucking. Each movement is punctuated by her soft, taunting comments. Margaret watches me with cold, detached satisfaction, her verbal humiliation adding another layer of degradation to the act. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\feet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret watches me with evident pleasure, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she takes in every submissive gesture and sign of distress I make. Each movement of my tongue and every flicker of my discomfort seem to fuel her cruel enjoyment, her satisfaction growing with every moment I submit. "You’re nothing but a pathetic pig," she sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "Perhaps this will teach you a lesson in humility. You’re so eager to grovel at my feet, it’s almost amusing." Her words hit me like a relentless barrage, stripping away my dignity and leaving me feeling utterly degraded. I continue to lick and suck her feet, a mixture of desperation and resignation washing over me. Each passing moment deepens the humiliation, and Margaret’s taunts don’t relent. "Make some noise, piggy," she commands, her smile twisting cruelly. "I want to hear you squeal like the worthless animal you are." My throat tightens, and I hesitate. I don’t want to make those sounds, but the threat of her reaction looms large. "I... I don’t want to," I whisper, shame flooding my cheeks. Margaret’s eyes narrow, and her smile widens menacingly. "Oh, really? If you stay silent, I’ll just have to call the police. I can guarantee you, they’ll find a much more fitting way to make you squeal in that cell than I ever could." Panic rises within me. I know I have no choice. "Oink... oink!" I let out a soft, reluctant squeal, my face burning with shame. Margaret’s eyes light up with glee, and she leans in closer, her voice a low, mocking whisper. "That’s it. Now, snort for me. Show me just how low you’re willing to go." With a lump in my throat, I force out a series of humiliating snorts and grunts. "Squeak... squeak!" I whimper, the sounds filling the room like a grotesque parody. Each degrading noise I make seems to satisfy her more, her laughter ringing in my ears. "Good piggy. You sound just like you should, pathetic and broken," she taunts. Feeling the pressure to humiliate myself even further, I respond, "I love being your little pig! Oink for you, Mistress!" The pitiful sounds I make only further my descent into humiliation. "Now, squeal and snort louder! Let me hear that piggy whine," she commands, throwing her head back in laughter, her eyes never leaving me as I obey. "Oink! I’ll do anything for you, Mistress! Squeal! Oink! Oink!" Margaret revels in my degradation, her voice a constant reminder of my fall from grace, and I find myself spiraling deeper into this pit of shame, lost in her twisted pleasure. Finally, she grants me her grudging forgiveness, but it's clear her satisfaction stems from the power she’s exerted over me. With a final, scornful glance, she dismisses me, her gaze filled with disdain. As I leave, I’m left with a deep sense of humiliation and a lingering awareness of her superiority. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>><<set $margaret_relationship += 3>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

Margaret's face hardens as I refuse to comply with her demands. Without a word, she picks up her phone and calls the police. Moments later, officers arrive at the apartment to hear Margaret's complaint. <img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_police.jpg"/> Margaret explains the situation to them, detailing the theft and my refusal to apologize. The officers listen carefully, and it seems like the situation could escalate quickly. However, Margaret, still holding a grudge but willing to show some mercy, gives me one last chance. "You have a choice," she says, her tone icy. "You can either return the stolen ring and pay a $500 fine, or the police will handle it." <<if $money >= 500>><<set $money -= 500>><<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Precious Ring")>><<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>> "Fine," I say, handing over the ring and paying the fine. The officers take the ring as evidence, and Margaret watches me with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]] <<else>> "I don’t have the money," I admit, feeling a wave of panic. Margaret’s eyes narrow as she watches me squirm. [[Ask Mom for Money|Ask Mom For Money]] <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance/callmom.jpg"/> I pull out my phone, my hands still shaking from what just happened. Taking a deep breath, I dial my mom’s number, trying to keep my voice steady. When she picks up, I hesitate for just a moment before speaking. "Mom, I need some money urgently. Can you send me $500? It's really important." My voice wavers slightly, but I try to sound casual, not wanting to reveal the real mess I’ve gotten myself into. There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost feel her worry through the phone. "What’s going on, honey? Why do you need so much all of a sudden?" Her tone is gentle but laced with concern, and I can hear the curiosity creeping in. I bite my lip, scrambling for an excuse. "It’s nothing serious, Mom. Just some unexpected expenses came up, and I’m a bit short this month." I force a light laugh, hoping it sounds convincing. "Don’t worry, everything’s fine." The silence on her end feels heavy, and for a moment, I think she’s going to press me harder. But after a long sigh, she relents. "Alright. I’ll transfer the money, but promise me you’re okay." Relief washes over me, but it’s mixed with guilt. "I promise, Mom. Thank you. I really appreciate it." After a few more exchanged words, I end the call, staring at the phone in my hand for a moment. The tension in my chest hasn’t eased, and I wonder how long I can keep up the façade. <<set $money += 500>> You receive the funds and prepare to return to Margaret to settle the issue. [[Pay the Fine and Leave|Pay Fine]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_police.jpg"/> I return to Margaret, handing over the $500. She takes the money with a smirk and grabs the ring from me. The officers leave, and Margaret watches me with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]] <<set $money -= 500>> <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Precious Ring")>> <<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 6>><<set $money -= 6>><<if $inventory.includes("Cigarettes") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Cigarettes")>><<set $cigarettes = 20>><<else>><<set $cigarettes += 20>><</if>> I buy a pack of cigarettes and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $cigarettes>> cigarettes. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy cigarettes. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img\characters\jill/welcome.jpg"/> I approach the counter where Jill is standing. Feeling a bit awkward, I decide to try and strike up a conversation. "Hi, um... Jill, right?" you say, glancing at her name tag. "I've been coming here for a while, but we haven't really talked." Jill looks up from the counter, her expression polite but distant. "Yeah, that's right. Is there something you need help with?" I try to keep the conversation going, "Oh, no, I just thought I'd say hello. You know, it's nice to see a familiar face." Jill nods, her smile polite but not particularly warm. "Thanks. It's nice to have regular customers." There's a brief pause, and I can sense that Jill isn't particularly interested in the conversation, but she remains courteous. "Well, if you need anything, feel free to ask," she says, her tone making it clear that she needs to get back to work. I nod, realizing that the conversation isn't going anywhere. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Jill." With that, I step away from the counter, feeling a bit deflated but also knowing that I've at least broken the ice. <<set $metJill = true>><<set $jill_relationship = $jill_relationship + 1>> [[Leave the store|Outside]]

<img src="img\characters\jill/welcome.jpg"/> Looking around the store and noticing that there weren’t many customers at the moment, I decided to try talking to Jill again. I approached the cash register where she stood, her attention locked on her phone. "Hey, Jill," I said, hoping to pull her out of her screen trance. She glanced up lazily, her fingers still hovering over her phone. "Yeah, yeah. Do you need something?" Jill blinked at me, and then her expression shifted as she took a better look. "Oh... it's you again," she said, as though trying to recall my name. "It's <<print $name>>," I corrected her politely. "Right, <<print $name>>. So, are you looking to buy something?" I figured I shouldn’t drag this out too long. "Actually, no," I admitted, "I just moved here recently." Jill barely hid a sigh, muttering under her breath, "Another newcomer, huh? Figures." I ignored the comment and pressed on, feeling a bit nervous but determined. "I was wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime? You know, show me around the city or something?" Jill raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Are you... hitting on me or something?" I immediately started backpedaling. "No, no! Nothing like that. I just thought maybe we could spend some time together. But if you're not interested, I won’t push." She gave me a long look before exhaling, as if weighing her options. "You know," she started, "I’ve got a pretty boring job here, standing around all day. But on weekends, I try to stay active—go outdoors, run, stuff like that." Jill paused and glanced toward the store entrance. "Thing is, it gets kinda dull doing it alone, but my friend’s out of town for work this weekend. So... if you’re up for sweating it out a little, you could join me." I perked up at her offer. "That sounds great, actually! I don’t mind at all." "Cool," Jill replied, sounding more casual now. "Just meet me at the store on Saturday or Sunday, and we’ll figure something out." I smiled, relieved. "I’ll be there." With that, we exchanged goodbyes, and I left the store, feeling a little more optimistic about my weekend plans. <<set $jill_relationship += 2>><<set $talkJill = true>> [[Leave the store|Outside]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore.jpg" /> I take a moment to browse the items available for sale, my gaze drifting over the neatly stocked shelves filled with various products that catch my interest. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Pack of Cigarettes"))>> <<if $money >= 6>> [[Buy a pack of cigarettes ($6)|BuyCigarettes]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $6) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a pack of cigarettes. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine"))>> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Buy a fashion magazine ($7)|Buy Fashion Magazine]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $7) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a fashion magazine. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Face Cream"))>> <<if $money >= 10>> [[Buy a face cream ($10)|Buy Face Cream]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $10) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a face cream. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide"))>> <<if $money >= 20>> [[Buy a public speaking guide ($20)|Buy Speech Guide]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $20) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a public speaking guide. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Pepper Spray"))>> <<if $money >= 15>> [[Buy pepper spray ($15)|Buy Pepper Spray]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $15) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought pepper spray. <</if>> </div> </div> <ul> <li>[[Buy Junk Food for $3|Buy Junk Food]]</li> <li>[[Buy a Regular Meal for $12|Buy Regular Meal]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 7>><<set $money -= 7>><<if $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Fashion Magazine")>><</if>> I buy a Fashion Magazine and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the Fashion Magazine. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 10>><<set $money -= 10>><<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>><<if $inventory.includes("Face Cream") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Face Cream")>><</if>> I buy a Face Cream and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the Face Cream. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 20>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Public Speaking Guide")>><</if>> I buy a Public Speaking Guide and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the Public Speaking Guide. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img/locations/home/read_magazine.jpg"/> I picked up MODE and began flipping through its pages, instantly drawn to the vibrant spreads of high fashion and chic elegance. The latest trends jumped out at me—bold patterns, sleek silhouettes, and daring combinations of colors and textures. Every turn of the page brought new inspirations, as if the magazine was a gateway to a world of glamour and confidence I hadn't fully embraced before. As I studied the intricately styled outfits and carefully curated accessories, I felt a shift within myself. It wasn’t just admiration; it was as though the magazine was speaking directly to me, inviting me to reimagine how I presented myself. The more I soaked in the looks, the more I could picture myself wearing them, walking confidently in the city, turning heads without even trying. I could feel my posture subtly change, shoulders back, chin up, as if just looking at these pages made me more poised. There was an undeniable power in the glamorous details—the luxurious fabrics, the striking poses of the models. I wasn't just flipping through a magazine; I was absorbing charisma, as if each page infused me with a sense of allure that hadn't been there before. I smiled, feeling that inner confidence swell. Maybe I could pull this off, I thought, as the glossy world of MODE left its mark on me. [[Close the magazine and return to the desk|Desk]] <<if not $readFashionMagazine>> <<set $charisma += 1>> <<set $readFashionMagazine = true>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/read_magazine.jpg"/> I opened the Public Speaking Guide and began reading, drawn in by the promise of mastering a skill that had always made me a little nervous. The first few pages covered the basics—body language, eye contact, how to project confidence even when you're not feeling it. As I delved deeper, the chapters offered more nuanced tips: how to engage an audience, control your tone, and structure your speech for maximum impact. The examples were practical, easy to understand, and I found myself mentally rehearsing as I read, imagining how I could apply these techniques in real situations. I could feel my mind processing each piece of advice, like tools being added to my arsenal. With every chapter, my self-doubt seemed to shrink, replaced by a growing sense of capability. I started to envision myself standing in front of an audience, not with fear, but with control. My words felt sharper in my mind, more precise. The way the guide broke down each element of speaking, from pacing to persuasion, made it all seem achievable, as if public speaking was no longer an intimidating performance but a skill I could actually hone. By the time I finished a few chapters, something had shifted. I felt more grounded, more articulate. There was a new confidence in the way I imagined myself speaking—a belief that I could command attention and speak with purpose. It was as if the words on the page had breathed life into my own voice. [[Close the book and return to the desk|Desk]] <<if not $readPublicSpeakingGuide>> <<set $charisma += 2>> <<set $readPublicSpeakingGuide = true>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/busstop_night.jpg"/> It’s too late to catch a bus now. Buses have stopped running for the night. <style> .options-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .option { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <div class="options-container"> [[Leave the bus stop|Outside]] </div> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/busstop.jpg"/> I arrive at the bus stop, noticing a bench to the side and a sign displaying the various bus routes. The area is relatively quiet, with just a few people waiting. I glance up at the schedule, trying to figure out how long I’ll have to wait for the next bus. <style> .options-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .option { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <div class="options-container"> [[Change your mind and go back|Outside]] <<if $money >= 3>> [[Board the bus to the city center|Bus Ride]] <<else>> You don't have enough money to pay for the bus ride. <</if>> </div> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/bus_ride.jpg"/> <<set $money -= 3>>I board the bus and drop $3 into the fare box. It’s fairly comfortable inside, and I manage to find a seat by the window. As the bus starts to move, I settle in and think about where I want to go, knowing the decision is mine to make. <style> .options-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .option { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <div class="options-container"> [[Head to the city center|City Center]] [[Return to the neighborhood area|Outside]] </div>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/citycenter.jpg"/> I arrive in the bustling city center. The area is filled with shops, restaurants, and various attractions. The streets are alive with activity, and I can feel the city's vibrant energy all around me. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Grand Mall, "The Galleria"|Mall]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/restaurant.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Dine at the Fashionable Restaurant, "La Belle Cuisine"|Fashionable Restaurant]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Watch a movie at the Cinema, "Downtown Cinema"|Cinema]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/art_gallery/art_gallery.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Explore the Art Gallery, "Urban Canvas"|ArtGallery]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/bank/bank.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go to the Bank, "Central Bank"|Bank]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/tourist_center/tourist_center.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Tourist Information Center, "City Welcome Center"|Tourist Center]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/nightclub.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Dance at the Nightclub, "Eclipse"|Nightclub]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/beauty_salon.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Beauty Salon, "Elegance Spa"|Beauty Salon]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/police_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Check out the Police Station, "Metro Police Headquarters"|Police Station]] </div> <<if $citycenterHospital>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/hospital/hospital.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the City Hospital|City Hospital]] </div> <</if>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/amusement_park.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Have fun at the Amusement Park, "Funland"|Amusement Park]] </div> <<if $money >= 3>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/bus_stop/bus_stop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Catch a bus from the bus stop|Bus Stop City Center]] </div> <</if>> <<if $money >= 2>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/metro_station/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Descend into the metro station (2$)|Metro City Center StationPay]] </div> <</if>> <<if $highViewerEmailRead && !$blackmailerWebcam>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/apartments/apartments.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go to the Address in the Email|EmailApartment]] </div> <</if>> </div>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_entrance.jpg"/> I step into the bustling shopping mall, immediately surrounded by the lively energy of the ground floor. People are moving from store to store, some casually browsing while others hurry with purpose. The hum of conversation mixes with the sounds of distant music from various shops, creating an atmosphere full of life and activity. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/rest_area.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Rest Area with Benches|Mall Rest Area]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Tech Haven (Electronics Store)|Mall Electronics Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/grocery_section.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[FreshMart (Grocery Section)|Mall Grocery]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/mens_restroom.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Men's Restroom|Mall Mens Restroom]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/womens_restroom.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Women's Restroom|Mall Womens Restroom]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_room.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Security Room|Mall Security Room]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go up to the 2nd Floor|Mall Second Floor]] </div> </div> [[Go back to City Center|City Center]]

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the restaurant is closed until tomorrow. The lights inside are dimmed, and a "Closed" sign hangs on the door. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <<if !$inventory.includes("Evening Dress")>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_dress_code.jpg"/> As I approach the entrance, the hostess gives me a polite but firm look. "I'm sorry, but we have a formal dress code. You'll need appropriate attire to enter." I glance down at my outfit, realizing I don't have anything suitable. Maybe I should consider buying an evening dress at the boutique. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\restaurant/fashionable_restaurant.jpg"/> I step into the fashionable restaurant, its luxurious ambiance immediately drawing me in. The soft lighting reflects off the elegant décor, while the gentle hum of quiet conversations fills the air. The scent of gourmet dishes wafts through the room, promising an exquisite dining experience. A hostess greets me with a warm smile and shows me to a table near the window. I take a seat, soaking in the sophisticated atmosphere. <ul> <li>[[Order a meal|Order Meal Restaurant]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema_day.jpg"/> I approach Downtown Cinema, but the theater is closed at this hour. A sign on the door indicates that it opens only in the evening. I guess I'll need to come back later. <ul> <li>[[Return|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema_evening.jpg"/> I arrive at Downtown Cinema in the evening. The entrance is dimly lit, with a flickering neon sign that reads "Adults Only". A small crowd is gathered outside, waiting for the next show. The cinema is known for its adult films and erotic content, creating an atmosphere of intrigue and excitement. I see a few posters of the latest films displayed on the walls. <ul> <li>[[Buy a ticket and enter|Buy Ticket Adult Cinema]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\art_gallery/urban_canvas_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the art gallery is closed until tomorrow. The lights inside are dimmed, and a "Closed" sign hangs on the door. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><<if !$inventory.includes("Evening Dress")>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\art_gallery/urban_canvas_dress_code.jpg"/> As I approach the entrance, the gallery attendant gives me a polite but firm look. "I'm sorry, but we have an evening dress code. You'll need appropriate attire to enter." I glance down at my outfit, realizing I don't have anything suitable. Maybe I should consider buying an evening dress at the boutique. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\art_gallery/urban_canvas.jpg"/> I step into the Urban Canvas art gallery, and the vibrant atmosphere immediately captivates me. The gallery is a stunning showcase of contemporary art, with colorful paintings and intricate sculptures arranged thoughtfully throughout the space. The soft lighting enhances the art pieces, creating an immersive experience. A friendly gallery guide greets me and offers to provide information about the exhibits. I take a moment to appreciate the diverse artworks and explore the gallery's various sections. <ul> <li>[[Explore the exhibits further|Explore Exhibits]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\bank/central_bank_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; the Central Bank is closed until tomorrow. The lobby lights are off, and a "Closed" sign is posted on the door. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\bank/central_bank.jpg" alt="Central Bank"> I make my way to the Central Bank, its imposing façade and sleek modern design standing out amidst the city's skyline. The large glass windows and polished marble exterior give it an air of sophistication and stability. As I enter the bank, I’m greeted by a spacious and well-lit lobby. The interior is decorated with high-end finishes, including dark wood paneling and luxurious carpeting. The reception area is busy with customers conducting various transactions, and a bank employee is at the desk ready to assist. I can see several service counters along one side of the lobby, each staffed by professional tellers. There are also signs directing visitors to different sections of the bank, such as account services, loan inquiries, and customer support. The bank's atmosphere is calm and efficient, with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional beep of transactions creating a steady background noise. <ul> <li>[[Speak with a loan officer|Consult Loan Officer]]</li> <li>[[Leave the bank and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\tourist_center/tourist_center_view.jpg"/> As I walked into the City Welcome Center, I was greeted by a spacious hall with a modern design. Bright stands and displays showcasing various travel packages immediately caught my attention. The walls were adorned with maps of the country and promotional brochures detailing exciting trips and excursions to different regions. The center featured a consultation area where professional staff were ready to assist with travel planning. Each staff member was available to answer questions and provide detailed information about the available tours. They offered a variety of travel packages, from guided tours of historic cities to adventure trips through scenic natural landscapes. In addition, the center had promotional materials on the best travel destinations, including photo and video presentations highlighting attractions and features of different regions. There were both group tours and individual itineraries available, catering to a range of budgets and interests. The City Welcome Center was an excellent place for planning trips and purchasing tickets for tours around the country, offering a wide selection and professional service. [[Return to the city center|City Center]]

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\beauty_salon/elegance_spa_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; Elegance Spa is closed until tomorrow. The lights are off, and a "Closed" sign is posted on the door. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\beauty_salon/elegance_spa.jpg" alt="Elegance Spa"> The Elegance Spa is a tranquil haven located in the heart of the city. The exterior of the building is sleek and modern, with large glass windows that allow natural light to pour in. A welcoming sign above the entrance promises relaxation and rejuvenation. As you step inside, you're greeted by a soothing ambiance. Soft, calming music plays in the background, and the gentle scent of essential oils fills the air. The interior is tastefully decorated with comfortable seating, lush plants, and warm lighting, creating a serene atmosphere. A receptionist at the front desk greets you with a friendly smile and offers to help you choose from a range of beauty treatments, including facials, massages, and manicures. The spa's serene environment and professional staff invite you to unwind and indulge in a moment of self-care. <ul> <li>[[Explore the beauty treatments available|Beauty Treatments]]</li> <li>[[Leave the spa and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_headquarters_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; the Metro Police Headquarters is closed until tomorrow morning. The lights are off, and the station is not open to visitors until morning. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_headquarters.jpg"> The Metro Police Headquarters stands tall and imposing in the city center. The building features a modern architectural design with a large entrance and clear glass windows that reflect the bustling city outside. As I step inside, I'm met with a bustling yet organized environment. The lobby is spacious, with desks and officers in uniform attending to various tasks. The atmosphere is professional and efficient, with the occasional murmur of conversations and the rustling of paperwork. A receptionist at the front desk looks up and offers a nod, ready to assist with any inquiries or concerns. The station's environment is serious but welcoming, providing a sense of security and order. <ul> <li>[[Speak with an officer at the reception|Talk to Officer]]</li> <<if $margaretSubordination and !$femaleOfficersMeet>><li>[[Leave the station and return to the city center|Female Officers]]</li><</if>> <<if !$margaretSubordination>><li>[[Leave the station and return to the city center|City Center]]</li><</if>> <<if $femaleOfficersMeet>><li>[[Leave the station and return to the city center|City Center]]</li><</if>> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/funland_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; the amusement park, Funland, is closed until tomorrow. The gates are locked, and a "Closed" sign is posted at the entrance. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/funland_open.jpg"> I arrive at Funland, the vibrant amusement park lit up with dazzling lights and bustling with excitement. The entrance is designed like a grand castle gate, with ornate arches and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze. As I approach the entrance, I notice a line of people waiting to get in. The atmosphere is filled with the sounds of cheerful music and laughter. The park's excitement is palpable, and I can't wait to join in the fun. When it’s my turn, I reach the front of the line where the entrance gate stands. The park attendant waits at the booth, ready to assist visitors. <<link "Pay $5 for admission and enter the park" "Funland">> <<set $money -= 5>> <</link>> <<link "Leave and return to the city center" "City Center">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/nightclub_day.jpg"/> I approach Eclipse Nightclub, but the club is closed at this hour. A sign on the door indicates that it opens only in the evening. I guess I'll need to come back later. <ul> <li>[[Return|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/nightclub_evening.jpg"/> I arrive at Eclipse Nightclub in the evening. The entrance is illuminated by vibrant neon lights, and the sound of music pulses from inside. A line of people waits to get in, and a bouncer stands by the door, checking IDs and managing the crowd. The club is known for its lively dance floors and exciting atmosphere. <ul> <li>[[Approach the bouncer and get in line|Talk to Bouncer Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return later|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/mall_rest_area_view.jpg"/> I step into the rest area of the mall, a peaceful corner away from the busy crowds. The benches are scattered around, inviting tired shoppers to take a moment and relax. A few people are already sitting, absorbed in their phones or chatting quietly, while others are just passing through. The soft lighting gives the place a calm, cozy vibe. The background noise of the mall is still present, but here, it's more of a distant hum. Nearby, a vending machine hums softly, offering drinks and snacks for those in need of a quick refreshment. <ul> <li>[[Sit on a bench and take a break|Sit on Mall Bench]]</li> <li>[[Check out the vending machine|Mall Vending Machine]]</li> <li>[[Stand up and leave the rest area|Mall]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the electronics store is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_view.jpg"/> I step into the electronics store, greeted by the bright lights and the soft hum of gadgets all around. The shelves are packed with the latest smartphones, laptops, gaming consoles, and endless accessories, creating a tech-lover’s paradise. The store buzzes with activity—customers browsing, employees chatting with shoppers, and the constant ping of electronics being tested. Taking it all in, I notice the massive screens displaying the newest tech in action, their vivid colors drawing attention. The walls are covered with bold ads promoting the latest deals. Everything is neatly organized into sections, making it easy to find exactly what I’m looking for. <ul> <li>[[Browse the store and check prices on the items|Browse Mall ES]]</li> <<if !$discountEventTriggered && !$visitedConsultant>> <li>[[Walk around the store and take a closer look|Talk ES Consultant]]</li> <</if>> <<if $visitedConsultant && !$discountEventTriggered>> <li>[[Enter the consultant's office to discuss the discount|ESConsultantOffice]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the store|Mall]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; FreshMart is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery.jpg"/> I walk into the grocery section of FreshMart, immediately struck by the vibrant display of fresh produce and neatly organized aisles. The air is filled with the mingling scents of ripe fruits, fresh bread, and the subtle hint of cleaning products. The store is bustling with activity—shoppers moving between the shelves, employees restocking goods, and the occasional beep of a register. The produce section boasts a colorful array of fruits and vegetables, with apples, bananas, and leafy greens all neatly arranged. Nearby, the dairy section features a tempting selection of cheeses, milks, and yogurts. The meat and seafood counters are well-stocked, showcasing a variety of cuts and fillets. I spot the bakery section with its fresh pastries and bread, and the frozen foods aisle offers everything from ice cream to ready meals. Everything looks so inviting that it’s hard to choose where to start. I can’t help but feel the urge to browse and maybe pick up a few items. <ul> <li>[[Buy products from FreshMart|FreshMart Purchase]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_mr.jpg"/> I walk into the restroom, relieved to find a place to take a quick break. As I step inside, I immediately notice the different layout and décor compared to the women’s restrooms. The walls are adorned with sports-themed posters, and the air is filled with the scent of masculine cologne and cleaning products. I glance around and realize that the fixtures are distinctly male—urinals line one wall, and the sinks have a rugged, industrial design. My face flushes with embarrassment as it dawns on me that I’ve mistakenly entered the men’s restroom. Feeling a mix of confusion and awkwardness, I quickly turn on my heel and head for the exit. I make a hasty retreat, ensuring not to make eye contact with anyone who might have witnessed my blunder. [[Return to the mall|Mall]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_wr.jpg"/> I enter the women’s restroom and feel a sense of relief wash over me. The restroom is clean and well-maintained, with soft lighting and pleasant, floral-scented air. The space is decorated with calming colors, and the stalls are neatly arranged along the walls. I stand in front of the mirror for a moment, considering my options. I could take a quick break and use one of the stalls, or I could choose to head back to the mall if I don't need to use the restroom right now. <ul> <li>[[Use the restroom|Mall Womens Restroom Pee]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_room_view.jpg"/> I step into the mall’s security room, greeted by the sight of numerous monitors displaying various parts of the shopping center. The room is small and filled with the hum of electronic equipment. There are two chairs, but only one security guard is present—a burly man in his forties—who looks up from his desk with a curious expression. The monitors flicker with different views of the mall, emphasizing the importance of surveillance in this bustling environment. "Hello, what can I do for you?" he asks, his tone polite but businesslike. <<if $mallbenchWallet and !$mallsecurityOk>> <ul> <li>[[Tell the security guard that I found a wallet in the mall|Report Wallet]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <ul> <li>[[Say nothing and leave the security room|Mall]]</li> </ul> <<endif>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor_view.jpg"/> I arrive on the second floor of the mall, and the atmosphere immediately feels more refined. Luxury stores line the walls, and there are a few sleek sports equipment shops scattered between them. It’s quieter here, with polished floors and neatly organized displays, giving the space an upscale vibe. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Gleam & Glitter (Jewelry Store)|Mall Jewelry Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[FitPro (Sports Equipment Store)|Mall Sports Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/fashion_boutique.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Luxe Couture (High-End Fashion Boutique)|Mall Fashion Boutique]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/third_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go up to the 3rd Floor|Mall Third Floor]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/first_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go down to the 1st Floor|Mall]] </div> </div>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; Gleam & Glitter is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/> I step into Gleam & Glitter, the jewelry store that catches my eye with its vibrant pink entrance. The moment I walk through the door, I’m greeted by a soothing palette of soft pinks that create a calming and elegant atmosphere. The store’s interior is adorned with delicate, pastel tones, enhancing the luxurious feel. White square cubes are strategically placed throughout the space, each topped with a glass display case. Inside these cases, a dazzling array of jewelry glistens under the store's soft lighting. There are sparkling rings, shimmering necklaces, and elegant bracelets, all meticulously arranged to catch the light and draw attention. The store exudes a sense of refined charm, inviting me to explore the exquisite pieces on display. <ul> <li>[[Browse the jewelry selection|Jewelry Selection]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; FitPro is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_view.jpg"/> I step into FitPro, a well-stocked sports equipment store filled with gear for every type of workout. The shelves are lined with everything from dumbbells to yoga mats, all neatly organized for easy browsing. <ul> <li>[[Browse items for sale|Browse Sports Store]]</li> <li>[[Approach the male consultant|Talk To Dennis]]</li> <li>[[Approach the female consultant|Talk To Frankie]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Store|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; Luxe Couture is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_view.jpg"/> I step into Luxe Couture, the high-end fashion boutique that stands out with its striking white exterior accented by gold and black details. As soon as I enter, I’m enveloped in a sophisticated atmosphere, with the boutique’s interior adorned in elegant white tones complemented by luxurious gold and bold black accents. The store exudes an air of opulence, with polished white floors that reflect the subtle lighting and showcase the boutique's chic displays. Stylish mannequins dressed in the latest high-fashion garments are positioned throughout the space, each highlighting the boutique's exquisite collection. Gold-trimmed racks and black velvet display cases hold an array of high-end clothing and accessories, all meticulously arranged to catch the eye. The atmosphere is one of refined elegance, inviting me to explore the boutique's exclusive offerings and indulge in a bit of fashion luxury. <ul> <li>[[Browse the fashion collection|Browse Fashion Collection]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/third_floor_view.jpg"/> I reach the third floor of the mall, and the vibe shifts noticeably. This level is all about entertainment and niche stores. Bright lights and the sounds of arcade games fill the air, while quirky shops catch my eye with unique items and collectibles. It feels more relaxed and playful up here, drawing a different kind of crowd. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Starview Cinema|Mall Cinema]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sex_shop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Eros Emporium (Sex Shop)|Mall Sex Shop]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/comic_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Ink & Panels (Comic Book Store)|Mall Comic Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/tattoo_parlor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Inked Impressions (Tattoo Parlor)|Mall Tattoo Parlor]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Go down to the 2nd Floor|Mall Second Floor]] </div> </div>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_view.jpg"/> It's already too late; Starview Cinema is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the cinema and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_view.jpg"/> I step into Starview Cinema, the mall's premier movie destination. The scent of buttery popcorn fills the air, and the faint sound of movie trailers plays in the background, setting the mood. The lobby mixes retro charm with a modern twist, featuring plush red carpets and sleek, dark walls illuminated by neon-lit movie posters. Large LED screens overhead display the latest movie showtimes, while the concession stand, bathed in soft lighting, offers everything from classic popcorn to oversized candy bars and soda cups. The energy in the air is palpable as groups of moviegoers gather, chatting and waiting for their films. To the right, a hallway leads to the various screening rooms, each marked with bold numbers above the doors. The atmosphere is both nostalgic and exciting, capturing the magic of cinema in every corner. <ul> <li>[[Buy a movie ticket|Cinema Ticket Counter]]</li> <li>[[Leave the cinema and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the sex shop is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_view.jpg"/> As I walk into the sex shop, I’m immediately struck by the sight of an alluring array of adult toys and accessories. The store is a treasure trove of sensual delights, with everything from sleek vibrators and realistic dildos to tantalizing spanking paddles and provocative nipple clamps. Each item is artfully displayed, inviting me to indulge my fantasies and explore my desires. <ul> <li>[[Browse items for sale|Browse Sex Shop]]</li> <<if $morganEncounter>> <li>[[Chat with Morgan|Talk to Morgan]]</li> <<else>> <li>[[Approach the shopkeeper|Talk Sex Shopkeeper]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the Store|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/comic_store_closed.jpg"/> It's late at night, and Ink & Panels is closed until tomorrow. The lights are off, and the store's entrance is locked, leaving me with no choice but to return to the mall. <ul> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/comic_store_view.jpg"/> I step into Ink & Panels, the comic book store, a paradise for comic book lovers. The store is filled with shelves of comic books and graphic novels organized by genre—superhero, science fiction, fantasy, and more. The air is filled with the faint aroma of paper and ink, and the soft hum of background music adds to the store’s relaxed atmosphere. As I walk through the aisles, I see a variety of collectibles and merchandise, but my attention is immediately drawn to the comic book sections. There are new releases, classic series, and everything in between. I spot a comfortable reading area where I can sit and browse through the latest issues or delve into a graphic novel that catches my eye. The store is buzzing with other comic enthusiasts, but there’s a quiet enough space for me to enjoy flipping through the pages without feeling rushed. <ul> <li>[[Browse through the comic books on the shelves|Browse Comics]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/tattoo_parlor_closed.jpg"/> The tattoo parlor is closed for the night. It will reopen tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the parlor and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/tattoo_parlor_view.jpg"/> I step into the tattoo parlor, a sleek and modern space with walls adorned with vibrant tattoo designs. The scent of antiseptic and ink fills the air, mixing with a soft background hum of ambient music. The parlor is filled with neatly arranged portfolios showcasing a variety of tattoo styles, from intricate line work to bold, colorful pieces. A young woman working at the parlor approaches me with a friendly smile. "Hi there! Welcome to Inked Impressions. What can I help you with today? We offer tattoos and piercings here." I smile back, taking a moment to glance around at the designs on the walls. "Thank you. I'm just looking around for now. I’ll let you know if I have any questions." The worker nods understandingly and leaves me to explore the parlor at my own pace. <ul> <li>[[Leave the parlor and return to the mall|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/> I browse through the various sports equipment available for purchase. Here's what I can find: <ul> <<if !($inventory.includes("Yoga Mat"))>> <li>[[Buy a yoga mat for $30|Buy Yoga Mat]]</li> <</if>> <<if !($inventory.includes("Dumbbells"))>> <li>[[Buy a set of dumbbells for $50|Buy Dumbbells]]</li> <</if>> <<if !($inventory.includes("Jump Rope"))>> <li>[[Buy a jump rope for $20|Buy Jump Rope]]</li> <</if>> <<if !($inventory.includes("Workout Clothing"))>> <li>[[Buy workout clothing for $60|Buy Workout Clothing]]</li> <</if>> <<if !($inventory.includes("Running Shoes"))>> <li>[[Buy running shoes for $130|Buy Running Shoes]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the store|Mall Second Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/><<if $money >= 30>><<set $money -= 30>><<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Yoga Mat")>><</if>> I buy a Yoga Mat and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Yoga Mat. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sports Store]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/><<if $money >= 50>><<set $money -= 50>><<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Dumbbells")>><</if>> I buy a set of Dumbbells and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Dumbbells. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sports Store]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/><<if $money >= 20>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $inventory.includes("Jump Rope") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Jump Rope")>><</if>> I buy a Jump Rope and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Jump Rope. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sports Store]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/><<if $money >= 60>><<set $money -= 60>><<if $inventory.includes("Workout Clothing") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Workout Clothing")>><</if>> I buy a set of Workout Clothing and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Workout Clothing. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sports Store]]

<<if !$fitProEventCompleted>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_den.jpg"/> As I begin to look around, a tall, muscular man with a smirk on his face approaches me. He introduces himself as Dennis, a sales consultant. "Hey there," Dennis says, his eyes wandering shamelessly over my body. "Looking for something specific? I can show you around, if you'd like." His tone is casual, but his gaze and suggestive comments make me feel uneasy. I politely decline his offer, trying to ignore the discomfort his presence brings. "No, thank you. I'm just browsing," I reply, hoping he’ll take the hint. Dennis chuckles and steps back, still watching me. "Alright, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me." <<set $fitProEventCompleted = true>><<set $dennis_relationship += 1>> I feel relieved as he walks away, leaving me to shop in peace. [[Browse items for sale|Browse Sports Store]] [[Leave the Store|Mall Second Floor]] <<else>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_den.jpg"/> I spot Dennis again, and he greets me with a smirk. "Hey there, sweetheart. Need any help today?" His tone is casual, but his lingering gaze makes me uncomfortable. [[Ignore Dennis and browse the store|Browse Sports Store]] [[Respond to Dennis|Respond To Dennis]] [[Leave the Store|Mall Second Floor]] <</if>>

<<if !$frankieIntroduced>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_frankie.jpg"/> I step into FitPro, a well-stocked sports equipment store with rows of gear for every type of workout. The place is filled with everything from dumbbells to yoga mats, all neatly organized for easy browsing. As I start looking around, I notice a friendly-looking woman stocking some items on the shelves. She seems busy but takes a moment to greet me with a warm smile. "Hi there! I'm Frankie," she says cheerfully. "Need any help finding something? Feel free to ask!" I respond that I’m just browsing, and she nods understandingly. "No problem! If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to let me know." <<set $frankieIntroduced = true>> <<set $frankie_relationship += 1>> I appreciate her friendly demeanor, feeling more comfortable as I continue to browse the store. [[Browse items for sale|Browse Sports Store]] [[Leave the Store|Mall Second Floor]] <<else>> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_frankie.jpg"/> I see Frankie again as I browse the store. She smiles and waves at me, clearly happy to see me. "Hi there! Still looking for anything in particular today?" she asks warmly. [[Continue browsing the store|Browse Sports Store]] [[Chat with Frankie|Frankie Talk]] [[Leave the Store|Mall Second Floor]] <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\gym\gym.jpg"/> I decide to renew my membership at FitLife Gym. I hand over $90 to Tyra, who processes my payment with a smile. “Your membership is renewed for another 30 days,” Tyra says. “Enjoy your workouts!” [[Proceed with your workout|Gym Workout]] [[Leave the gym|Outside]] <<set $money -= 90>> <<set $membership_active = true>> <<set $membership_start_date = $dayNumber>> <<set $days_left = 30>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/lockerroom.jpg" /> <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> I feel exhausted as the night deepens. It’s too late to do anything else. I decide it's best to head home and get some rest. <<else>> I enter the gym, head to the locker room, and change into my workout clothes. After a quick warm-up, I'm ready to dive into my exercise routine. <<if $fitness >= 10 and !$gymshowerFun>> [[Try out the new exercise bikes|GymBikes]] <</if>> [[Start with cardio exercises|Gym Cardio]] [[Hit the weights section|Gym Weights]] [[Join a group class|GymClass]] [[Try out some yoga|GymYoga]] <<if $tyraFriendly and !$tyraGymtogether>> [[Work out with Tyra|Gym With Tyra]] <</if>> <<if $tyraGymtogether and !$tyraNumber>> [[Work out with Tyra|Gym With Tyra New]] <</if>> [[Take a shower after the workout|Gym Shower]] <<endif>> [[Leave the gym|Outside]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/treadmill.jpg"/> I spend some time on the treadmill, working up a good sweat as I jog and run at varying speeds. The cardio session leaves me feeling invigorated. [[Continue your workout|Gym Workout]] [[Finish and head to the showers|Gym Shower]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/weights.jpg"/> I move over to the weights section and start lifting. I focus on proper form as I work through my sets, feeling my muscles burn with each repetition. [[Continue your workout|Gym Workout]] [[Finish and head to the showers|Gym Shower]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_class.jpg"/> I join a group class that's just starting. The instructor is energetic, guiding us through a series of challenging exercises. The group dynamic pushes me to keep going, even when it gets tough. [[Continue your workout|Gym Workout]] [[Finish and head to the showers|Gym Shower]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_yoga.jpg"/> I unroll a mat and join the yoga session. The calming atmosphere and gentle stretches help me relax and focus on my breathing. It’s a perfect way to center myself after an intense workout. [[Continue your workout|Gym Workout]] [[Finish and head to the showers|Gym Shower]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\gym_shower.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a satisfying workout, I head to the showers to clean up. The hot water soothes my muscles, washing away the sweat and leaving me feeling refreshed. [[Leave the gym|Outside]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I settle into the couch, remote in hand, and flip to the news channel. The screen flickers for a moment before the familiar faces of the news anchors appear, delivering the day's top stories with practiced calm. The headlines scroll across the bottom of the screen, covering everything from local events to international affairs. The camera cuts to scenes of busy city streets, political rallies, and the aftermath of a recent storm. I find myself absorbed in the coverage, the weight of the day's events mixing with my own thoughts. As the news segment comes to an end, I feel a bit more connected to the world outside my apartment, even if just for a moment. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I scroll through the channels until I find an anime that catches my eye. The vibrant colors and lively characters immediately draw me in. The animation is fluid, and the story quickly unfolds with a mix of action, humor, and drama. I get comfortable on the couch, letting the story take me to a world of fantasy and adventure. The characters’ expressions and the dynamic soundtrack keep me engaged, making me forget about my worries for a while. As the episode comes to an end, I feel a strange mix of satisfaction and longing for more. It's easy to get lost in these worlds, where anything seems possible. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I flick through the channels until I land on a late-night horror movie. The screen fills with eerie scenes and unsettling sounds, setting the stage for a night of suspense and thrills. The film starts with a chilling atmosphere: dimly lit rooms, eerie music, and a slow build-up of tension. I curl up on the couch, my eyes glued to the screen as the plot unfolds with unexpected twists and heart-pounding moments. The horror movie grips me, keeping me on the edge of my seat. Every creak, shadow, and unsettling sound makes me jump, heightening the sense of fear and excitement. The film’s suspenseful soundtrack only adds to the tension, making every moment feel more intense. As the movie reaches its climax, I can’t help but feel a mix of fear and exhilaration. The ending leaves me with a lingering sense of unease, but also a thrill from having experienced a good scare. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I switch to the music video channel, and the screen bursts to life with a splash of colors and rhythms. The latest hits play, accompanied by energetic and visually striking music videos. Each clip feels like a mini-story, brimming with dynamic choreography, vibrant visuals, and catchy tunes. I tap my foot along with the beat, finding it hard to sit still as the infectious energy of the music takes over. The artists' performances are captivating, drawing me into the rhythm and spectacle of each video. As the music videos keep rolling, I feel a surge of joy and freedom, the music lifting my spirits and filling the room with positive energy. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I flip through the channels and stumble upon a show where a guy is choosing a girl from a lineup. What catches my attention is that all the women are naked. The scene is both bold and provocative, with the contestants standing confidently, showcasing their bodies. I settle back on the couch, intrigued by the unusual format. The show has a glamorous and enticing vibe, with soft lighting and suggestive music setting the mood. The host engages with the contestants, making the atmosphere feel both relaxed and charged. As the show progresses, I find myself captivated by the boldness and audacity of the setup. The combination of the visuals and the show's premise makes for a uniquely stimulating experience, providing a mix of entertainment and curiosity. <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" || setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight">> <<if $arousal >= 50>>The mood feels just right for something more intimate. Feeling adventurous, I decide to explore my own pleasure while watching the show. The provocative scenes on screen only add to the sense of excitement and curiosity, making the experience feel even more engaging and personal. [[Touch yourself|Self Touch TV]]<</if>><</if>> [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal += 25>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\tv\self_touch.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The intimate atmosphere and seductive visuals on the screen make me feel adventurous. I decide to indulge myself, letting my hands explore as I continue watching. The sensations blend with the visuals, enhancing my pleasure and deepening the experience. I move in rhythm with the scenes, allowing myself to fully enjoy this moment of self-discovery. As I reach my climax, the combination of the erotic content and my own touch brings a profound sense of satisfaction and relaxation. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] <<set $arousal = 0>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> <img src="img/locations/home/workout_night.jpg"/> It’s too late and dangerous to start a workout at this hour. I should rest now. <ul> <li>[[Enough exercise for today|Living Room]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <img src="img/locations/home/workout.jpg"/> I decide to get some exercise at home. Depending on the equipment I have, I can choose a different workout routine. I can also always do a general stretching routine. <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells") or $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat") or $inventory.includes("Jump Rope")>> <<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells")>> <li>[[Start Dumbbells Workout|Dumbbell]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat")>> <li>[[Start Yoga Routine|Yoga Mat]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Jump Rope")>> <li>[[Start Jump Rope Workout|Jump Rope]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <li>[[Do General Stretching and Warm-up|Stretching]]</li> <<if $arousal > 49>> <li>[[Do Naked Stretching|Naked Stretching]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Enough exercise for today|Living Room]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\home/jumprope.jpg"/> I grab my jump rope and start jumping. The intense cardio workout gets my heart racing and burns off calories quickly. I finish my jump rope routine feeling invigorated and energized. [[Finish workout|Home Workout]] <<if $jumpRopeUsage < 5>> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>> <<set $jumpRopeUsage = $jumpRopeUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\home/dumbbells.jpg"/> I pick up my dumbbells and start my strength training routine. I focus on different muscle groups, feeling the exertion and the benefits of my workout. I complete my workout, feeling accomplished and strong. [[Finish workout|Home Workout]] <<if $dumbbellsUsage < 5>> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>> <<set $dumbbellsUsage = $dumbbellsUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\home/yoga.jpg"/> I lay out my yoga mat and begin my yoga session. I perform various poses, focusing on my breathing and flexibility. I end my yoga routine feeling relaxed and centered. [[Finish workout|Home Workout]] <<if $yogaMatUsage < 5>> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>> <<set $yogaMatUsage = $yogaMatUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\home/stretching.jpg"/> Without any specialized equipment, I decide to do some general stretching and warm-up exercises. This helps me loosen up my muscles and get my body ready for the day. I finish feeling more flexible and refreshed. [[Enough exercise for today|Living Room]] <<if $stretchingUsage < 10>> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>> <<set $stretchingUsage = $stretchingUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<<if $cafejobDismissal>><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_noentry.jpg"/> As soon as I stepped into the café, a waiter quickly approached me, his expression serious. "I'm sorry, but you're no longer allowed to enter the café." he said, his tone formal. "That's an order from management.". He gestured towards the door. "You'll have to leave" With a shrug, I turned and left the café, not bothering to argue. It wasn’t worth it. <ul> <li>[[Leave the café|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late, the café is closed until tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave the café|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_view.jpg"/> I step into Bean & Blossom, and the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods immediately envelops me. The café is charming, with rustic wooden tables, comfortable chairs, and a cozy ambiance that invites me to linger. The walls are adorned with vintage posters and shelves lined with potted plants, giving the place a vibrant yet relaxed atmosphere. As I glance around, I notice a few patrons enjoying their drinks, quietly chatting or absorbed in their laptops. The soft hum of conversation mixes with the mellow music playing in the background, creating a peaceful environment. On the far wall, a bulletin board catches my eye. Among the various flyers and community announcements, I spot a notice: "We are hiring! Interested in joining our team? Speak to the manager for details." <ul> <li>[[Order something from the menu|Cafe Menu]]</li> <li>[[Sit down at a table|Sit Table Cafe]]</li> <li>[[Visit the restroom|Cafe Restroom]]</li> <<if !$cafejobInquired>> <li>[[Inquire about the job|Talk Cafe Manager]]</li> <</if>> <<if $cafejobInquired>> <<if $cafejobWaitress>> <li>[[Go to work as a waitress|Work Waitress Cafe]]</li> <li>[[Visit Jack in his office|Visit Jack Office]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$cafejobWaitress and $cafejobAssistant>> <li>[[Go to work as an assistant|Work Assistant Cafe]]</li> <li>[[Go to work as a waitress|Work Waitress Cafe]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the café|Outside]]</li></ul><</if>><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_night.jpg"/> It's late at night, and the park is quieter. Some activities might be less practical now, so consider sticking to: <ul> <li>[[Rest on a bench|Park Bench]]</li> <li>[[Leave the park|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_view.jpg"/> I arrive at a spacious park. Sunlight filters through the tree leaves, and the fresh air fills my lungs. The park features well-maintained lawns, vibrant flower beds, and winding walking paths. I notice several benches where I can rest, and a small diner with a sign reading "Hot Dog Cafe." There's also a designated area for yoga. <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes")>> <li>[[Go for a run|Park Running]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat")>> <li>[[Do yoga outdoors|Park Yoga]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Rest on a bench|Park Bench]]</li> <li>[[Visit the hot dog cafe|Hot Dog Cafe]]</li> <<if $parkflyerjobAccepted>> <li>[[Hand Out Flyers|Hand Out Flyers]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the park|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the library is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the library|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_view.jpg"/> As I push open the creaky wooden door of the small library, a gentle bell chimes, announcing my arrival. The air is rich with the faint scent of old books and polished wood, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The library feels cozy, with shelves tightly packed with volumes of all kinds, from dusty old tomes to the latest bestsellers. I take a moment to glance around, my eyes landing on a woman in her early thirties seated behind the librarian’s desk. She’s completely absorbed in her work, adjusting her glasses as her fingers dance over the keyboard. The soft glow of a desk lamp casts a warm light over her, illuminating the stacks of returned books that surround her like sentinels. The library is quiet, almost serene, with only the occasional rustle of pages being turned by a few patrons scattered throughout the space. It feels like a sanctuary, a perfect retreat from the bustle outside. <ul> <<if !$libraryVisit>> <li>[[Approach the librarian|Talk Librarian]]</li> <</if>> <<if $libraryVisit>> <li>[[Read a book|Read Library Book]]</li> <li>[[Use the computer for $2|Use Computer Library]]</li> <li>[[Visit the restroom|Library Restroom]]</li> <<if $libraryJob>> <<if !$deborahPark>><li>[[Work in the library|Library Work]]</li><</if>> <<if $deborahPark>><li>[[Work in the library|Library Work New]]</li><</if>> <<if !$deborahPark>> <<if $deborahBar>> <li>[[Chat with Debby|ChatWithDebby]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$deborahBar>> <li>[[Chat with Deborah|Chat with Deborah]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <li>[[Ask Deborah about work|Talk To Deborah]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the library|Outside]]</li> </ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_day.jpg"/> I approach Pulse, but the club is closed at this hour. A sign on the door indicates that it opens only in the evening. I guess I'll need to come back later. <ul> <li>[[Return|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_evening.jpg"/> I arrive at Pulse in the evening. The entrance is bustling with a noisy crowd, and I can hear the thumping bass from inside. After standing in line for a while, I finally reach the front, where a bouncer is checking IDs and managing the crowd. <ul> <li>[[Talk to the bouncer|Talk To Bouncer Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_night.jpg"/> The basketball court is now empty, and it’s too late for any serious sports activity. The area feels deserted and quiet, with the streetlights flickering faintly. <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/> I arrive at the outdoor basketball court, immediately struck by the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the asphalt and the thud of the ball hitting the pavement. A group of young Black men are locked in an intense game, their voices ringing out in a mix of competitive trash talk and shouts of either triumph or frustration. Their movements are sharp, aggressive, and full of determination, each pass and shot reflecting their skill. The chain-link fence surrounding the court is a canvas for graffiti, and the streetlights flicker above, casting a gritty, uneven glow over the scene. From the sidelines, I can feel the raw energy and focus of the players, their immersion in the game leaving no room for distraction. <ul> <li>[[Approach the players|Approach Players]]</li> <<if $showerTycen and !$tycenNumber>> <li>[[Call Tycen over|Call Tycen]]</li> <</if>> <<if $tycenNumber>> <li>[[Play basketball by yourself|Play Basketball Solo]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$showerTycen && $talkedToTycen>> <li>[[Practice basketball with Tycen|Practice With Tycen]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$showerTycen && !$talkedToTycen && $basketballEncounter>> <li>[[Play basketball by yourself|Play Basketball Alone]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_bench.jpg"/> I find a quiet spot on a park bench and sit down, feeling the gentle breeze and listening to the distant sounds of birds chirping. What would I like to do? <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">> <ul> <li>[[Sleep on the bench|Park Sleep]]</li> <li>[[Stand up and leave|Park]]</li> </ul> <<else>><ul> <li>[[Rest and enjoy the surroundings|Resting]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book") or $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>> <li>[[Read a book|Park Book]]</li> <</if>> <<if $cigarettes > 0>> <li>[[Smoke a cigarette|Park Smoke]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Stand up and leave|Park]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_running.jpg"/> I start jogging through the park, feeling the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground and the fresh air filling my lungs. The trees and greenery blur as I pick up the pace, my mind clearing with each step. The path winds through the park, providing a mix of scenery that keeps me energized and motivated. After a solid run, I feel my heart rate slowing down as I catch my breath. My body feels stronger and more alive. [[Stand up and leave|Park]] <<if $parkRunUsage < 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $parkRunUsage = $parkRunUsage + 1>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_yoga.jpg"/> I unroll my yoga mat on the soft grass and take a deep breath, grounding myself in the peaceful surroundings. The sounds of nature blend with my deep, steady breathing as I move through each pose with deliberate focus. The tension in my body eases as I stretch and hold each position, feeling my muscles lengthen and my mind calm. Feeling refreshed and centered, I roll up my mat and prepare to continue with my day. [[Stand up and leave|Park]] <<if $yogaMatParkUsage < 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>><<set $yogaMatParkUsage = $yogaMatUsage + 1>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_shelfs.jpg"/><<if $money >= 130>><<set $money -= 130>><<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Running Shoes")>><</if>> I buy a pair of Running Shoes and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Running Shoes. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sports Store]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_bench.jpg"/> I lean back on the bench, feeling the cool breeze brush against my skin as the sounds of nature surround me. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chatter of people, and the occasional chirp of a bird create a calming ambiance. I close my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to drift into a peaceful state, feeling the stress of the day slowly melt away. After a while, I feel refreshed and ready to continue with my day. [[Stand up and leave|Park]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_book.jpg"/> I open my book and begin to read, letting the words transport me to another world. The quiet atmosphere of the park creates the perfect backdrop as I lose myself in the story. The occasional sounds of nature around me only add to the peacefulness of the moment, making the experience even more enjoyable. After some time, I finish reading a chapter and feel a sense of satisfaction. [[Stand up and leave|Park]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe_entrance.jpg"/> I approach the café in the park, where a bright sign reading "Hot Dog Café" lights up the entrance. Outside, a few tables are set up, and several people are seated, enjoying hot dogs. Inside, the café is cozy and inviting. The counter is filled with an array of hot dog buns and various toppings, from classic mustard and ketchup to relish and onions. Behind the counter, a friendly man and a dark-skinned girl are busy preparing orders, chatting with customers as they work together seamlessly. Above the counter, a display board advertises a job opening for handing out flyers to promote the café. The sign suggests it could be a great opportunity for those looking to earn some extra cash. <ul> <<if $hotdogHeadgiver>> <li>[[Buy a hot dog|Buy Hot Dog at Cafe]]</li> <li>[[Talk to the owner of the Hot Dog Café|Cafe Owner Talk New]]</li> <<if !$shanitaNumber>> <li>[[Talk to Carmen|Talk to Carmen]]</li> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 5>> <li>[[Buy a hot dog|Buy Hot Dog at Cafe]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$parkflyerjobAccepted>> <li>[[Ask about the job|Ask about job HDC]]</li> <</if>> <<if $relationshipWithHotDogOwner >= 10>> <li>[[Talk to the owner of the Hot Dog Café|Cafe Owner Talk]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the café|Park]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_sleep.jpg"/> The park is eerily quiet as the night deepens. I feel the cool air settle around me, and the distant sounds of the city fade away into the background. As exhaustion takes over, I stretch out on the bench. The hard surface is uncomfortable, but the fatigue from the day makes it easier to drift off. I close my eyes, feeling the slight chill of the night air against my skin. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic provide a strange sense of comfort. Despite the less-than-ideal sleeping conditions, I manage to fall into a restless sleep. The night passes slowly, with moments of fitful dreams and brief awakenings. As the first light of dawn breaks through the trees, I stir, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from the cold and the hard bench. I wake up with the first light of day, feeling both physically drained and mentally refreshed by the quiet night. [[Get up and start your day|Park]] <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $currentTime = 0>><<set $dayNumber += 1>><<set $drunkenness = 0>><<set $rentPaid = false>>

I take a moment to study the menu at Bean & Blossom, weighing the various options before making my choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/espresso.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order an Espresso ($4.00)|Order Espresso]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/americano.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order an Americano ($3.00)|Order Americano]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/latte.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Latte ($5.00)|Order Latte]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/green_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Green Tea ($3.00)|Order Green Tea]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/iced_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order an Iced Tea ($4.00)|Order Iced Tea]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/mocha.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Mocha ($5.00)|Order Mocha]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/milkshake.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Milkshake ($5.00)|Order Milkshake]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/croissant.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Croissant ($4.00)|Order Croissant]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/bagel.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Bagel ($5.00)|Order Bagel]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/cheesecake.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Cheesecake ($6.00)|OrderCheesecake]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/raff_coffee.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Raf coffee ($5.00)|Order Raf Coffee]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/mango_smoothie.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Mango Smoothie ($4.00)|Order Mango Smoothie]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/banana_bread.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Banana Bread ($3.00)|Order Banana Bread]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/tiramisu.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Tiramisu ($7.00)|Order Tiramisu]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/menu/eclair.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order an Eclair ($4.00)|Order Eclair]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the café|Local Café]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_table.jpg"/> I find an available table and take a seat. The café is bustling with activity, but I’ve managed to secure a cozy spot where I can relax and enjoy my time. The table is clean, adorned with a small vase of fresh flowers and a menu tucked neatly in the corner. As I settle in, I take a moment to look around. The café has a warm, inviting atmosphere with comfortable seating and soft background music. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, adding to the overall ambiance. <ul> <li>[[Order something from the menu|Cafe Menu]]</li> <li>[[Go to the restroom|Cafe Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Finish your visit and leave the café|Local Café]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_restroom.jpg"/> I make my way to the café’s restroom. It’s clean and well-maintained, with a single door used by both men and women. Inside, I find basic amenities: a sink, mirror, and a few stalls. The restroom is bright and functional, with a modern touch. There’s a small shelf with hand soap and a hand dryer on the wall. I take a moment to freshen up and use the facilities as needed. The restroom offers a brief respite from the lively atmosphere of the café. After finishing, I head back to my table in the café, ready to continue my visit. The inviting ambiance of the café welcomes me back as I resume my seat. [[Return to the café|Local Café]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I knock on the door to the manager’s office. After a brief pause, a voice calls out, "Come in." I cautiously open the door and step into a small, neatly organized office. The manager, a dark-skinned man in his early forties, looks up from his desk. His gaze scans me from head to toe with an evaluative intensity. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. "I’m Jack, the manager here. What can I do for you today?" "I saw the job advertisement for the café and wanted to learn more about the position," you explain. Jack nods, understanding. "Well, since we’ve only recently opened, we’re still in need of staff. We have a position available for a waitress. The pay for a shift is around $15 to $20, but with tips, it can go up to $30. It might not seem like much at first, but it could be a good start for someone new in town." Jack’s eyes linger on you once more. "Alternatively, I could offer you a position as my assistant in the office. The pay would be higher, around $50 per shift, but it would require more effort and responsibility. It’s a bit more demanding, but it could be a better fit if you’re up for a challenge." Jack leans back in his chair and, with a somewhat suggestive motion, subtly adjusts his pants in the area of his groin, making it clear what type of alternative work he’s referring to. He then awaits your response with a smirk. "So, what do you think? Are either of these positions of interest to you?" [[Apply for the waitress position|Waitress Position]] [[Apply for the office assistant position|Office Assistant Position]] [[Thank Jack and say you’ll think about the offer|Local Café]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide on an Espresso and place my order at the counter. The barista quickly gets to work, and I watch as they skillfully brew the rich, dark coffee. The aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. Moments later, my Espresso is ready, served in a small, elegant cup. I take a seat by the window, savoring the first sip. The strong, bold flavor of the Espresso jolts my senses awake, giving me a moment of clarity and focus. It's the perfect pick-me-up for the day ahead. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to order an Americano, craving something a bit smoother but still strong. The barista takes my order and begins to prepare it. I watch as hot water is added to the rich espresso shot, diluting it just enough to create the perfect balance. Soon, my Americano is ready, served in a simple but stylish cup. I find a comfortable spot in the café, letting the warmth of the drink spread through my hands. As I take my first sip, the smooth, slightly bitter taste of the Americano soothes my senses, providing a comforting warmth and energy boost. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 3>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to treat myself to a Latte. After placing my order, I watch as the barista expertly steams the milk, creating a velvety foam. They pour the rich espresso into the cup, followed by the creamy milk, carefully crafting the perfect balance between the two. My Latte is served in a large, warm cup, with a delicate layer of foam on top. I find a cozy corner in the café and take a sip, enjoying the smooth, creamy texture and the gentle sweetness. The warmth of the drink envelops me, making me feel relaxed and content. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I opt for a refreshing Green Tea. After placing my order, the barista prepares the tea by steeping delicate green tea leaves in hot water. The soothing aroma of the tea fills the air as it brews. Soon, my Green Tea is ready, served in a simple yet elegant cup. I find a comfortable spot in the café and take a sip. The light, earthy flavor of the green tea is both calming and invigorating, providing a gentle boost of energy and relaxation. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 3>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to cool off with an Iced Tea. After placing my order, the barista brews a strong tea and then chills it before pouring it over ice. The refreshing aroma of the tea blends with the coolness of the ice, creating the perfect summer beverage. My Iced Tea is served in a tall glass with a slice of lemon for added zest. I take a seat by the window and enjoy the crisp, refreshing taste of the tea. The combination of flavors is invigorating, making it an ideal choice for a warm day. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in a Mocha. After placing my order, the barista prepares a rich espresso shot and blends it with smooth steamed milk and a generous amount of chocolate syrup. The combination of coffee and chocolate creates a decadent and satisfying treat. My Mocha is served in a large, comforting cup, topped with a swirl of whipped cream and a drizzle of chocolate sauce. I find a cozy spot in the café and take a sip. The rich, chocolatey flavor mingles beautifully with the robust espresso, giving me a warm, comforting sensation. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to enjoy a delicious Milkshake. After placing my order, the barista blends creamy ice cream with milk and a flavor of my choice, creating a thick and indulgent shake. The milkshake is then topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a cherry on top. My Milkshake is served in a tall glass with a straw. I find a comfy seat in the café and take a sip. The creamy, sweet flavor of the milkshake is both satisfying and refreshing, making it a delightful treat for any time of the day. [[Finish your drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to enjoy a freshly baked Croissant. After placing my order, the barista retrieves a warm, golden-brown croissant from the display. The flaky, buttery layers of the pastry are perfectly crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. My Croissant is served on a small plate. I find a cozy spot in the café and take a bite. The rich, buttery flavor of the croissant pairs wonderfully with my drink, making for a delightful and satisfying snack. [[Finish your snack and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to get a Bagel. After placing my order, the barista selects a freshly baked bagel from the display. I choose to top it with creamy cream cheese and fresh smoked salmon, adding a sprinkle of capers for an extra kick. My Bagel is served on a small plate, toasted to perfection and generously adorned with the rich cream cheese, savory salmon, and zesty capers. I find a comfortable spot in the café and take a bite. The warm, chewy texture of the bagel, combined with the velvety cream cheese and the smoky flavor of the salmon, creates a delightful and satisfying snack. [[Finish your snack and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in a slice of Cheesecake. After placing my order, the barista retrieves a rich, creamy slice of cheesecake from the display. The cheesecake has a smooth, velvety texture with a graham cracker crust and is topped with a luscious fruit compote. My Cheesecake is served on a plate with a fork. I find a cozy corner in the café and take a bite. The creamy, sweet flavor of the cheesecake melts in my mouth, offering a perfect ending to my café visit. [[Finish your dessert and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 6>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I'm interested in the waitress position," you say, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as you look at Jack. He nods, seemingly pleased with your decision. "Great," Jack responds, leaning forward slightly. "We open early in the morning, but you can take shifts at any time of the day, right up until closing. There's a lot of flexibility, so you can choose the hours that work best for you." He pauses briefly before adding, "And actually, if you're available, you could even start today. We have a lot of work that needs to be done, and we could use an extra pair of hands." He gives you a quick smile, scanning your face to gauge your reaction. "Does that sound good to you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, that works for me," you reply with a nod, feeling more confident now that you know the details. Jack smiles, standing up from his desk. "Good to hear. If you're ready, we can get you started right away. Just stop by the front, and they'll show you the ropes." He extends his hand towards you. "Thanks for your interest. I'm sure you'll do great." You shake his hand, feeling the warmth of his firm grip. "Thank you. I’ll see you out there," you say, standing up to leave. "Good luck," he adds with a casual wave as you head toward the door, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation for your first day. [[Return to the café|Local Café]] <<set $cafejobWaitress = true>><<set $cafejobInquired = true>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/cafe/assistant/hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I'm interested in the office assistant position," you say, your voice steady, though you feel a slight unease as you meet Jack's eyes. He nods approvingly, as if he had expected this choice. "Good choice," he replies, leaning back in his chair. "The job is demanding, but it comes with its rewards." He folds his hands on the desk. "You'll be assisting me directly with various office tasks and, most importantly, following any instructions I give you. It requires a certain... level of commitment." You nod, listening closely as he elaborates on the responsibilities. "You'll be organizing files, handling correspondence, and you’ll need to be ready for any special tasks that may arise." He gives you a meaningful look. "Efficiency, discretion, and flexibility—these are critical for the role." You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand," you say quietly, realizing that this is more than just an ordinary assistant job. Jack's demeanor shifts slightly, becoming more serious as he leans forward, locking his gaze onto yours. "If you agree to this position, I will expect complete commitment from you," he says, his voice firm. "I expect you to close the door securely, kneel, and approach me as a good assistant would." The directness of his words sends a chill down your spine, and you can’t help but feel the intensity of his gaze, weighing your every reaction. "I see," you murmur, your heart pounding in your chest. "I’ll do what’s required." The words escape your lips before you fully comprehend the implications. Jack studies you for a moment, ensuring his message has fully sunk in. "Remember," he adds, his tone now stern, "this job isn't just about doing tasks—it's about proving your worth and reliability. I need to know I can count on you at all times." You nod again, feeling the gravity of his expectations. This is more than just an office job; it’s a test of loyalty and submission. "Understood," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, as the weight of the situation settles over you. [[Accept the position and follow Jack’s instructions|Office Assistant Start]] [[Decline the position and leave the office|Local Café]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/waitress.jpg"/> I decide to start my shift as a waitress, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. Earlier, Jack gave me a quick rundown of my duties, explaining how the café operates and stressing the importance of keeping things running smoothly. As I step behind the counter, the place is already buzzing with activity, and before I know it, I’m swept up in the rhythm of the job. The next couple of hours fly by in a whirlwind of movement. I’m weaving between tables, taking orders with a smile, even when things get a little chaotic. The clattering of dishes and the steady hum of conversations fill the air as I make sure each customer gets their drinks and meals on time. At times, I’m juggling several tasks—refilling glasses, checking in with tables, handling special requests—but despite the rush, it’s all manageable. Jack’s instructions were clear, and the team works well together, which makes everything easier. As the shift goes on, I find my flow. I handle orders faster and even manage to chat with a few regulars between trips to the kitchen. Their smiles and appreciative nods give me a boost of confidence. The hours go by quickly, and before I know it, the café begins to quiet down. When my shift wraps up, I’m tired but feeling accomplished. I count my tips and wages, and a sense of satisfaction settles over me. It’s clear that I’m starting to get the hang of things. Each shift is a chance to improve, and today was no exception. I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of pride and a bit of exhaustion, ready to head home and reflect on the day’s work, already thinking about the next shift. [[Return to the café|Local Café]] <<set $tip = (random(15, 30))>> <<set $money += $tip>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/jack_assistabt.jpg"/> I approach Jack's office and give the door a firm knock. After a moment, I hear his voice from within, "Come in." I open the door and step inside. Jack is seated behind a large wooden desk, his eyes lifting from a stack of papers to regard me with a measured gaze. The office is well-furnished, with dark mahogany furniture and a large bookshelf lined with various volumes. A large window behind Jack provides a view of the city skyline, the setting sun casting a warm glow across the room. "I wanted to ask about the personal assistant position you mentioned," I say, taking a seat in front of his desk. "Is the offer still available?" Jack leans back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, yes, it's still on the table. If you're interested and can pass the interview, I'd be more than happy to have you as my obedient assistant." His gaze is sharp, and his smile conveys a mix of amusement and challenge. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. "So, are you ready to proceed with the interview, or do you need more time to think it over?" <ul> <li>[[Proceed with the interview|Office Assistant Position]]</li> <li>[[Say you'll think about it|Local Café]]</li> </ul>

After a moment of hesitation, I rose from the chair, my heart pounding in my chest. The quiet click of the door as I closed it behind me seemed to echo in the small office, sealing my decision. My legs felt weak as I knelt down, my knees pressing against the hard floor. Slowly, I crawled toward Jack’s desk, the tension in the air thick and heavy. When I finally reached him, I sat obediently on my knees, my head slightly bowed, waiting for his next command. Jack took his time, savoring the sight of me in this position. His eyes lingered on me with a mix of satisfaction and authority, and a faint smile played on his lips as if he had been expecting this all along. There was a brief pause, filled only with the sound of my shallow breathing. Then, finally, his voice broke the silence, steady and commanding: "Zip it." I could feel his gaze burn into me as I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly. I reached up with hesitant fingers, unzipping his trousers as he had instructed. The sound of the zipper felt unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and I could sense Jack watching my every move, his expression a mix of authority and satisfaction. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me like a physical force, making it hard to focus. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With unsteady hands, I reached inside, pulling out his large black cock, feeling its warmth and heaviness in my palm. My mind raced, and I struggled to maintain composure, knowing that this was only the beginning of what he expected from me. Jack’s mocking gaze met mine, his lips curling into a smirk as he spoke again. "You’re doing a fine job so far, but don’t get too comfortable. I expect you to show proper respect." His tone was sharp, a reminder that I was here to serve, to obey without question. My fingers tightened around him, and I nodded silently, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me. "I understand," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible as I fought to steady my breathing. As I began to touch it slowly, trying to stay calm, Jack’s voice shifted, becoming even more commanding: "Moisten it with your saliva. I want to see you do it properly." I obeyed immediately, leaning forward without hesitation. My lips parted as I added a coating of wetness, the taste bitter on my tongue. The weight of the act bore down on me, intensifying the feelings of submission and humiliation. Jack watched closely, his smirk widening as I followed his order, my every movement under his intense gaze. With each moment, the reality of my situation sunk deeper into me. I was here, on my knees, serving Jack, and I had no choice but to continue following his commands, no matter how degrading. My position was clear—obedience, submission, and the weight of his authority controlling every action I took. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/fingers.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack took obvious pleasure in watching me follow his commands, his eyes never leaving my face as I obeyed. His expression was one of sadistic satisfaction, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed every move I made. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension as the power dynamic between us became more pronounced with each passing second. "Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice dripping with disdain, as if my compliance was expected and nothing more. I hesitated only for a brief moment, then parted my lips, the weight of his command heavy on me. With a firm yet controlled motion, Jack inserted two of his fingers into my mouth, his eyes narrowing as he watched me closely. The sharp taste of salt and skin filled my senses, and I could feel the roughness of his fingers against my tongue. "Suck on them," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal, the authority in his voice absolute. I complied immediately, my mouth closing around his fingers as I began to suck gently, my cheeks hollowing as I focused on the task. I glanced up at him through my lashes, and the cruel smile on his face only widened as he observed me. His gaze was penetrating, taking in every detail of my submission and obedience, his satisfaction evident in the way he tilted his head slightly to the side, savoring the sight of me on my knees before him. "Is this what you wanted?" I thought to myself, feeling a strange mix of humiliation and determination. I knew I had no choice but to comply, yet I couldn’t help but wonder how far he would push me, how much more he expected. After what felt like an eternity, Jack withdrew his fingers from my mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, the wetness clinging to his skin. He leaned closer, his face now just inches from mine, his voice laced with a mocking edge that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good girl," he murmured, the words cutting through the air like a blade. "Now it's time to try the cock. Show me how well you can handle it." The finality of his words hit me like a wave, a humiliating reminder of the extent of his control over me. My chest tightened as I realized there was no escape from this situation. I was entirely at his mercy, bound by the role I had accepted. I nodded, swallowing the knot in my throat as I leaned forward, my hands trembling as I reached out to obey. Jack’s gaze bore into me, his smirk widening as he watched my every movement, knowing full well that I had no choice but to continue submitting to his demands. "I can do this," I whispered to myself, trying to steady my nerves. But deep down, the weight of his power over me was undeniable, and with each act of obedience, I felt myself slipping further into the role he had defined for me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/sucking.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I clumsily began to lick and suck the large black cock, my movements shaky and unsure as I tried to follow Jack’s instructions. Each action felt awkward, my inexperience clear. My heart raced, and my mind struggled to keep up with the demands of the situation. Jack’s hands soon gripped my head firmly, his fingers threading through my hair with an assertive grip, guiding me into position with an almost calculated precision. I could feel the control he exerted over me, pushing me to adjust myself just right, the pressure mounting with every passing second. "I can’t believe this is happening," I thought, my cheeks burning with shame as I did my best to comply, trying not to let my nerves get the better of me. My lips wrapped around him, but my movements were unsteady, my lack of confidence painfully obvious. "Look at you, struggling like a novice," Jack taunted, his voice dripping with contempt as he looked down at me. His words stung, a humiliating reminder of my inexperience. "Is this the best you can do? I expect more from someone trying to prove their worth." I winced internally, feeling the weight of his mockery. His tone was sharp, and I could feel my body tense as I tried to push aside my embarrassment. "I have to do better," I told myself, my thoughts racing. As I took more of him into my mouth, I could feel Jack’s impatience growing. The air was thick with tension, his desire palpable as he watched me struggle to meet his demands. His grip on my head tightened as he pushed me further, forcing me to keep up. I could sense that he wasn’t satisfied, his words relentless as they cut through the air like a whip. "Faster," he commanded, his voice hard and unyielding. "Show me you can handle it properly. I want to see you really put in the effort. You’re here to please me, after all." His demands echoed in my mind, pushing me to focus more intently. I quickened my pace, trying to keep up with his expectations despite the growing sense of humiliation burning in my chest. My hands rested on his thighs for support as I concentrated on the task, the sound of my breathing mingling with his taunts. "I can do this," I thought, determination mixing with my submission. But every movement felt like a test, his satisfaction the only measure of my success. His gaze was intense, watching my every action with that same cruel smirk, as if daring me to fail. The harder I worked to please him, the more I could feel the weight of his authority pressing down on me, forcing me to confront just how deep my submission had to go. Jack’s control was absolute, and in that moment, I knew I had no choice but to comply, no matter how much it chipped away at my pride. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, Jack grew bored of my clumsy attempts. He stood up abruptly and began to push his cock deep into my throat, his movements rough and relentless. "Useless," he sneered, his voice dripping with irritation. "You can’t even do something as simple as this properly. I expected better from you." As he thrust deeper, his frustration became more evident. "You’re nothing but a pathetic mess. Try to keep up, or I’ll lose my patience entirely." Each thrust made it harder for me to breathe, but I forced myself to focus on following his commands, enduring the humiliation of his harsh words and relentless movements. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/throat.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a moment, Jack pulled back and stopped his relentless thrusting. He looked at me with a commanding gaze and said, "You’re making a mess. Clean up your mess and lick my balls clean." I hesitated for a second, catching my breath before moving my head lower. Jack’s voice cut through the silence, filled with disdain: "Don’t just sit there like an idiot. Make sure you get every last bit. I want them spotless." With careful attention, I began to lick and clean his balls, trying to follow his instructions precisely. Jack’s gaze was intense, and his words were a constant reminder of my place: "You’re pathetic if you need to be told this. Put in some effort and show me you’re worth my time." I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, amplifying the humiliation of the task. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/balls.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack settled into a more comfortable chair, clearly enjoying his newfound ease. Meanwhile, I continued to suck his cock and lick his balls, my focus solely on pleasing him. As I worked, I could hear Jack’s derogatory comments about me, his voice filled with disdain. "Pathetic. Is this really all you’re good for? Just a desperate little thing, eager to please." He sneered, the condescension evident in every word. "You look so pathetic down there, like a worthless toy. I hope you know how low you’ve fallen." Despite the sting of his insults, I kept my movements steady and attentive, forcing myself to block out his harsh words. "At least you’re good for something, even if it’s just this. Don’t disappoint me." His voice dripped with mockery, but I continued to perform the tasks he had given me, determined to meet his expectations no matter how demeaning. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/ballssit.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, Jack gave me a new command, telling me to thoroughly lick his ass clean while he jerked off. "Get your filthy tongue down there and make it nice and wet," he ordered harshly. "I want to feel you licking every inch, you worthless slut." I hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes left no room for refusal. I moved down and started to clean him with my tongue, carefully working to get every spot as he continued to stroke his cock. The task was both degrading and obscene, but I knew better than to stop. "That’s right, lick it like the dirty whore you are," Jack sneered, his voice filled with sick pleasure. "I knew you were nothing but a slut. Look at you, licking my ass like you were born for it." His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my debasement. But I continued, my tongue moving over his skin as he groaned above me, clearly getting off on the humiliation. "You must love this, don’t you?" he continued, his voice heavy with condescension. "Who knew you’d end up here, licking my asshole while I jerk off? What a pathetic little whore you are." I could feel the rhythm of his hand as he masturbated, each motion making my task even more urgent. "Don’t miss a single spot, slut," he growled, his breathing getting heavier. "Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll let you taste the load I’m about to shoot." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/rimjob.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I diligently followed his command, making sure to clean every inch as Jack directed. His groans of pleasure were growing louder, a clear sign that he was nearing his climax. "That’s it, keep licking, you filthy little bitch," he grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re doing just what I want. Show me how much you can take." After a while, Jack let out a low groan, and I felt the warm sensation of his cum being poured all over my face and into my mouth. The warmth and thickness spread over my skin, and I tried to swallow as much as I could, feeling the mixture of his satisfaction and my own compliance. "Look at you, covered in my cum," he said with a smirk. "What a pathetic sight. You’re nothing but a cum-drenched slut now." He continued to taunt me as I cleaned up the mess, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "Swallow it all, don’t waste a drop," he ordered. "You’ve earned it by being such a good, obedient whore. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." I did my best to comply, feeling the sting of humiliation as I finished the task, knowing that every drop was a reminder of my submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/facial.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After I wiped my face and took a moment to compose myself, my heart still racing from the intensity of the experience, Jack looked at me with a sly grin. His gaze was a mix of mocking satisfaction and cruel delight, making it clear that he enjoyed the power he held over me. "Well, well, look at you," he said, his voice dripping with disdain as he assessed my appearance. "The interview went exceptionally well, and I’m officially hiring you. I must say, you really proved your worth." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions as Jack leaned back in his chair, clearly savoring the moment. His smug expression made me feel even more exposed, his words a harsh reminder of the extent of my submission. "But just to be clear," he continued with a smirk, his eyes never leaving mine, "if you didn’t enjoy this particular interview—though I highly doubt that—you can always take a job as a waitress. I’m sure you’d do just fine serving drinks and flaunting that pathetic little ass." I felt a flush of embarrassment at his words, my cheeks burning with humiliation. The alternative job he mentioned seemed almost like a mockery of my current situation. "I really have no choice but to accept this," I thought, my stomach churning as I tried to maintain a semblance of dignity. Jack’s grin widened, becoming even more mocking as he added, "And let’s not forget how well you cleaned my ass," his tone dripping with mockery. "Licking it clean while I jerked off. That was truly impressive. It’s a rare talent to see someone so devoted to their role." His words cut through me like a knife, making me feel both degraded and trapped in the role he had defined for me. I tried to keep my expression neutral, though I could feel my resolve weakening under the weight of his taunts. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and the sound was almost mocking in its amusement. "Remember," he teased, "my office door will always be open for your sweet white ass," his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just in case you need another round of humiliating interviews or a chance to prove your worth in a more intimate setting." As I was about to leave, feeling the sting of his words lingering, Jack reached into his desk and handed me $100 in tips. His smirk suggested he was very satisfied with how everything had turned out, clearly relishing the power he had over me. "Consider this a reward for being such a good, obedient slut," he said with a sneer, his tone both mocking and condescending. "You really made this interview memorable." I accepted the money with a mixture of shame and resignation, feeling the weight of his approval and the sting of his humiliation. "At least it’s over," I thought, my thoughts a jumble of relief and self-reproach as I prepared to leave the office. [[Return to the Cafe|Local Café]] <<set $money = $money + 100>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $jack_relationship = $jack_relationship + 5>><<set $cafejobInquired = true>><<set $cafejobWaitress = false>><<set $cafejobAssistant = true>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/talk.jpg"/> I approach the librarian's desk, and the woman looks up from her work, offering me a polite smile. "How can I help you today?" she asks, her tone professional yet warm. I glance at the name tag pinned to her blouse and see that her name is Deborah. I exchange a few pleasantries with Deborah, then ask her what I can do in the library. She nods thoughtfully before responding, "Well, you can obviously take any book you'd like and have a read." She gestures to the rows of shelves surrounding us. "We also have a computer you can use to access the internet for $2 per session," she continues, her eyes twinkling slightly. "And if you're interested, we could use some help around here. The work isn't too hard," she chuckles softly. "Just sorting books and keeping the records straight." "Oh, and if you need it, there's a restroom down the hall," she finishes, pointing in the direction of a small corridor. <<set $libraryVisit = true>> [[Thank Deborah and return to the library|Library]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/pc.jpg"/> I approach the desk where the library’s computer is set up. The computer is an older model but functional, and a comfortable chair is positioned in front of the screen. The soft hum of the machine adds to the quiet ambiance of the library, creating a serene atmosphere as I settle in. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\computer/funnyvideos.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Watch funny videos online|FunnyVideos]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\computer/jobsearch.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Look for job vacancies|JobSearchLibrary]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\computer/socialmedia.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Chat with friends on social media|SocialMediaLibrary]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\computer/cookingvideos.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Watch cooking tutorials|CookingVideosLibrary]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\computer/porno.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Watch adult content|AdultContentLibrary]] </div> </div> <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/restroom.jpg"/> I follow the small corridor that Deborah pointed out earlier, passing by a few more shelves filled with books until I reach the restroom. The door is old but well-maintained, with a simple sign indicating it's the restroom. I push the door open and step inside. The restroom is small but clean, with white tiled walls and a single sink beneath a round mirror. A faint scent of lavender lingers in the air, likely from an air freshener tucked away in the corner. The soft hum of the overhead light adds to the quiet atmosphere. Everything looks tidy, with fresh paper towels and a small waste bin nearby. It's clear that the restroom is regularly maintained, adding to the overall coziness of the library. <<if $arousal >= 50>> Feeling a strong sense of arousal, I consider taking advantage of the privacy. The restroom provides a secluded space where I could relieve some of the tension I've been feeling. <ul> <li>[[Masturbate in the restroom|Fap Library Restroom]]</li> </ul><</if>> <ul> <li>[[Wash your hands and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\deborah\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I step back up to Deborah’s desk, feeling a sense of curiosity and excitement about the possibility of helping out in the library. "You mentioned you could use some help around here. I’d like to volunteer if that’s still an option," I say, eager to contribute. Deborah’s face brightens with a warm smile. "Oh, that would be wonderful! We could definitely use an extra pair of hands. The work mainly involves sorting books and keeping our records straight, and I can show you the ropes." I nod enthusiastically, feeling a sense of purpose. "I’m ready to get started!" "Great! Let me set you up in the system, and we can begin right away," she says, already pulling out a clipboard. "You’ll find it’s not too hard, and you might even discover some interesting books along the way!" As I fill out the brief paperwork, a sense of accomplishment washes over me. I can already picture myself contributing to the library's atmosphere. <<set $libraryJob = true>> [[Return to the library|Library]]

I take a moment to browse through the shelves, my fingers brushing over the spines of the books until one catches my eye. I carefully pull it out, intrigued by the title and cover. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/intellect_book1.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction"|Quantum Mechanics]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/intellect_book2.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "The Art of Critical Thinking"|Critical Thinking]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/intellect_book3.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "History of Ancient Civilizations"|Ancient Civilizations]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/charisma_book1.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "The Power of Persuasion"|Persuasion]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/charisma_book2.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "How to Win Friends and Influence People"|Win Friends]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/fitness_book.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "The Runner’s Guide to Peak Performance"|Runner’s Guide]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/corruption_book.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires"|Forbidden Pleasures]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/arousal_book1.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies"|Erotic Tales]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/arousal_book2.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure"|Art of Seduction]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\library\books/cooking_book.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes"|French Cooking]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the library|Library]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction." The pages are filled with complex equations and intriguing theories about the fundamental principles of the universe. I can feel my mind engaging with the material as I dive deeper into the text. As I read, I become absorbed in the fascinating concepts of quantum entanglement and wave-particle duality. The hours seem to slip away as I focus on understanding each chapter, and my concentration grows sharper with every page. <<if $quantumMechanicsRead < 5>><<set $intellect = $intellect + 1>><<set $quantumMechanicsRead = $quantumMechanicsRead + 1>> My understanding of quantum mechanics improves, and I feel my intellect expanding as I continue to read. <<else>> I've read this book enough times to fully grasp its content. Reading it again won't increase my intellect further, but I continue to enjoy the fascinating material. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>The Art of Critical Thinking</h2> I find a quiet spot in the library and open the book titled "The Art of Critical Thinking." The book explores various techniques and strategies to enhance reasoning and analytical skills. I start reading about logical fallacies, cognitive biases, and effective argumentation. As I immerse myself in the text, I feel my mind sharpening and my ability to analyze complex ideas improving. The book provides numerous examples and exercises that challenge my thinking, and I begin to apply these techniques as I read. <<if $criticalThinkingRead < 5>><<set $intellect = $intellect + 1>><<set $criticalThinkingRead = $criticalThinkingRead + 1>> My critical thinking skills are improving, and I feel more adept at analyzing arguments and solving problems <<else>> I've read this book enough times to fully absorb its content. Further reading won't increase my intellect, but I continue to appreciate the valuable insights it offers. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>History of Ancient Civilizations</h2> I take a seat in a cozy corner of the library and open the book titled "History of Ancient Civilizations." The pages are filled with detailed accounts of ancient societies, their cultures, achievements, and mysteries. As I delve into the book, I read about the wonders of ancient Egypt, the grandeur of the Roman Empire, and the innovations of ancient China. Each chapter provides rich historical context and intriguing details that capture my imagination. I find myself engrossed in the rise and fall of these civilizations and their contributions to the modern world. The more I read, the deeper my understanding of the complexities of human history becomes. <<if $ancientCivilizationsRead < 5>><<set $intellect = $intellect + 1>><<set $ancientCivilizationsRead = $ancientCivilizationsRead + 1>> My knowledge of ancient civilizations grows, and I feel my intellect expanding as I learn more about these fascinating cultures <<else>> I've explored the depths of this book enough times. While further readings won't increase my intellect, I still find joy in the rich history it contains. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>The Power of Persuasion</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in the library and open the book titled "The Power of Persuasion." The book delves into the art of persuasion, exploring methods to influence others and improve communication skills. As I read, I learn about various persuasive techniques, including building rapport, using emotional appeals, and crafting compelling arguments. Each chapter offers practical advice and real-life examples, making the content engaging and actionable. I find myself captivated by the strategies and start to see how they can be applied in my own interactions. The more I read, the more confident I feel in my ability to persuade and influence those around me. <<if $persuasionRead < 5>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>><<set $persuasionRead = $persuasionRead + 1>> My charisma grows as I absorb the techniques and strategies detailed in the book. I feel more adept at persuading and influencing others. <<else>> I've thoroughly studied the principles of persuasion. Further readings won't increase my charisma, but I continue to appreciate the valuable insights it provides. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>How to Win Friends and Influence People</h2> I find a quiet nook in the library and open the book titled "How to Win Friends and Influence People." The book offers insights into forming and maintaining friendships, emphasizing the importance of empathy, active listening, and genuine interest in others. As I delve into the book, I read about various techniques for making friends, including how to start conversations, remember details about others, and show appreciation. The book is filled with practical advice and anecdotes that make the content relatable and easy to understand. I feel inspired by the ideas presented and start thinking about how I can apply them in my own social interactions. <<if $winFriendsRead < 5>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>><<set $winFriendsRead = $winFriendsRead + 1>> My charisma grows as I learn and reflect on the strategies for building strong relationships. I feel more confident in my ability to connect with others. <<else>> I've absorbed the key concepts from the book on winning friends. While further readings won't increase my charisma, I still value the knowledge gained. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>The Runner’s Guide to Peak Performance</h2> I sit comfortably in the library and open the book titled "The Runner’s Guide to Peak Performance." This guide is a comprehensive resource on running, offering tips on improving stamina, proper techniques, and training plans for various distances. As I read, I discover detailed advice on building endurance, enhancing speed, and avoiding common injuries. The book includes practical exercises, warm-up routines, and nutrition tips specifically designed for runners. I find the information both educational and motivating, and I begin to consider how I might incorporate some of these techniques into my own running routine. <<if $runnersGuideRead < 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>><<set $runnersGuideRead = $runnersGuideRead + 1>> My fitness level improves as I apply the running techniques and training advice from the book. I feel more prepared to enhance my running performance. <<else>> I've absorbed the key strategies and techniques from the book. While further readings won't increase my fitness, I continue to appreciate the valuable insights it offers. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires</h2> I settle into a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires." This book delves into the world of human desires and fantasies, offering a provocative exploration of topics that are often considered taboo. As I read, the book presents various perspectives on the nature of desire, pleasure, and the boundaries of human experience. It includes detailed discussions on psychological and emotional aspects, along with real-life anecdotes and theoretical insights. The content is both intriguing and thought-provoking, pulling me deeper into its exploration of forbidden subjects. <<if $forbiddenPleasuresRead < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $forbiddenPleasuresRead = $forbiddenPleasuresRead + 1>> My corruption increases as I engage with the provocative content of the book. The more I read, the more I am drawn into its exploration of hidden desires and forbidden pleasures. <<else>> I've explored the key themes of the book. While further readings won't increase my corruption, I continue to be intrigued by its provocative content. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 20>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies</h2> I pick up the book titled "Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies". This collection of sensual stories is designed to evoke emotions and stimulate the imagination. Each tale is crafted to immerse you in passionate scenarios and vivid descriptions. As I read, I find myself engrossed in the steamy narratives. The stories are provocative and arousing, stirring my emotions and thoughts. The book’s explicit content and alluring prose make it a compelling read, heightening my senses as I progress through the chapters. My arousal intensifies with each page as I immerse myself in the sensual stories and fantasies described in the book. The vivid and erotic details keep me captivated and stimulated, drawing me further into its enticing world. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 20>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure</h2> I settle down with the book titled "The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure". The book offers an intriguing exploration of seduction techniques, charm, and interpersonal allure. It’s filled with psychological insights and practical tips to enhance your charisma and seductive power. As I read through the chapters, I encounter detailed strategies for captivating conversations, body language tips, and ways to leave a lasting impression. The book is both captivating and provocative, making it hard to put down. Each page reveals new aspects of charm and seduction, drawing me in deeper. My arousal increases as I delve deeper into the seductive techniques described in the book. The vivid descriptions and psychological strategies stimulate my imagination and feelings, heightening my interest in the art of seduction. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 20>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/reading.jpg"/> <h2>French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes</h2> I find a cozy spot in the library and open the book titled "French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes." The book is a comprehensive guide to traditional French cuisine, offering a wealth of recipes, techniques, and tips for cooking like a professional. It starts with basic techniques, such as preparing stocks and sauces, and progresses to more complex dishes like coq au vin and bouillabaisse. Each recipe is meticulously detailed, with step-by-step instructions and beautiful photographs that illustrate the process. I find myself engrossed in the rich, flavorful world of French cooking, imagining the aromas and tastes as I read. <<if $frenchCookingRead < 5>><<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>><<set $frenchCookingRead = $frenchCookingRead + 1>> My cooking skills improve as I delve into the techniques and recipes detailed in the book. Each reading session brings new insights and ideas for enhancing my culinary abilities. <<else>> I've thoroughly explored the book's content. While further readings won't increase my cooking skills, I feel more confident in my ability to prepare classic French dishes. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<h2>Character Stats</h2><div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 2.5em;"> INTELLECT: <<print $intellect>> CHARISMA: <<print $charisma>> FITNESS: <<print $fitness>> ATTRACTIVENESS: <<print $attractiveness>> CORRUPTION: <<print $corruption>> COOKING SKILLS: <<print $cooking>> TECH SAVVY: <<print $techSavvy>> SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: <<print $sexualExperience>> AROUSAL: <<print $arousal>> DRUNKENNESS: <<print $drunkenness>> </div> <<if $universityAdmission>> <h2>Subjects at University</h2> <div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 2.5em;"> SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY: <<print $socialPsychology>> MODERN LITERATURE: <<print $modernLiterature>> PROGRAMMING: <<print $programming>> HISTORY OF ART: <<print $historyOfArt>> GENDER STUDIES: <<print $genderStudies>> PUBLIC SPEAKING: <<print $publicSpeaking>> FOREIGN LANGUAGE (JAPANESE): <<print $foreignLanguageJapanese>> SEXOLOGY: <<print $sexology>> PHYSICAL EDUCATION: <<print $physicalEducation>> </div><</if>> <<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

I lock the door behind me, a mix of excitement and relief settling in as the click echoes softly in the small space. The restroom’s privacy feels like a sanctuary, a perfect escape from the outside world. Glancing at the window, I notice the soft glow it casts on the sill and decide to sit there. I slip off my shoes, feeling the cool tile under my bare feet. Slowly, I slide down my pants and panties, letting them hang from one leg, loose and forgotten. One foot stays grounded on the floor, while I lift my bare leg onto the windowsill, the cool surface against my skin heightening the sensation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\restroom\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With my body exposed and vulnerable, I give in to the moment, my hands moving with growing urgency and desire. The dim light creates soft shadows on the walls, deepening the intimate atmosphere. My breaths become quicker, shallower, each movement sending powerful waves of pleasure through me. The faint hum of the overhead light and my rhythmic breathing are the only sounds in the room, intensifying the solitude. The sensations grow gradually, each touch more deliberate and focused until they swell into a powerful release. I savor every second, fully indulging in the overwhelming wave of satisfaction. Afterward, a deep calm and relaxation settle over me, the tension I had been holding onto now fully melted away. I take my time to clean up, making sure everything is as it was. As I slip back into my pants and panties, I smooth them into place and feel the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. With a renewed sense of calm, I step away from the windowsill, ready to return to the library, feeling lighter, more at ease, and prepared to continue my day. <<set $arousal = 0>><<if $libraryFap < 3>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $libraryFap = $libraryFap + 1>><</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul>

I decide to watch some funny videos to lighten my mood. The computer screen fills with a variety of humorous clips, ranging from hilarious fails to cute animal antics. I find myself laughing out loud as I watch the antics unfold. Time flies by as I get engrossed in the videos. Each clip seems to be funnier than the last, and I can’t help but feel more relaxed and entertained, the laughter lifting my spirits with every passing moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, I feel a bit more relaxed and decide to wrap up my session. The laughter has done wonders for my mood, and I take a moment to appreciate the lightness I feel before logging off the computer. <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/pc.jpg"/> I decide to catch up with my friends on social media. The computer screen lights up with my feed, filled with posts, photos, and updates from friends and acquaintances. As I scroll through, I like a few posts and leave some comments. A couple of funny updates and interesting discussions catch my attention, drawing me in. Friends are sharing stories about their day, funny memes, and even some exciting news. I can’t help but feel a sense of connection and enjoyment as I engage with their posts. After a while, I message a few friends directly, having casual conversations about recent events, upcoming plans, and sharing a few laughs. It feels good to reconnect and exchange a bit of banter. Time flies by, and before I know it, I’ve spent quite a while chatting. Realizing it’s time to move on, I decide to wrap up my session. Feeling more socially fulfilled, I step away from the computer and head back to the library. <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/pc.jpg"/> I decide to watch some cooking tutorials to improve my culinary skills. The computer screen lights up with a wide variety of videos on different recipes and techniques, featuring chefs demonstrating everything from basic skills to more advanced methods. I start with a tutorial on making the perfect French omelette. The chef explains each step in detail, showing how to achieve that perfect, silky texture and just the right flavor. I take mental notes, fascinated by how something so simple can require such precision. It’s both educational and inspiring, and I find myself eager to try the techniques. I move on to other videos, diving into classic pasta recipes and even some creative dessert ideas. Each video teaches me something new, whether it’s a useful trick or an approach I hadn’t considered before. My confidence in the kitchen builds with every demonstration, and I start imagining how I could apply these techniques in my own cooking. Before I know it, time has flown by, and I’m thoroughly absorbed in the tutorials. With a growing excitement to experiment with new recipes, I decide to wrap up my session. Feeling motivated and inspired, I get up from the computer and head back to the library. <<if $cookingVideoWatched < 5>><<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>><<set $cookingVideoWatched = $cookingVideoWatched + 1>><</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/pc.jpg"/> I carefully scan the library to ensure that no one will see what I’m about to do. The last thing I want is to be caught in a compromising situation. Once I’m confident of my privacy, I settle into a secluded corner of the library and begin navigating to the adult content section on the computer. As the screen loads, I’m greeted by a selection of tantalizing videos and images, each designed to allure and excite. I select a video and hit play, the screen quickly filling with intimate scenes that capture my attention. The video starts with slow, sensual movements, and I find myself mesmerized by the vivid, provocative imagery. My gaze follows every motion, my breathing growing heavier with each new scene. The combination of visuals and sounds creates an immersive experience that heightens my arousal. I watch as the performers engage in increasingly explicit activities, their pleasure palpable and contagious. The intensity of the scenes builds, and I can feel my own excitement growing with every passing moment. My senses are completely absorbed, and I let myself be carried away by the waves of stimulation. <<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $money -= 2>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> <<if $arousal > 49>>As my arousal reaches new heights, I feel a strong urge to relieve my growing tension. I consider taking this opportunity to indulge further. <ul> <li>[[Masturbate at the computer|MasturbationLibrary]]</li> <li>[[Go to the library restroom to masturbate|Fap Library Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/pc.jpg"/> I started browsing the job listing website, and while many of the positions were out of my reach due to age, experience, or skills, I found a few options that might work for me: <ul> <li>Job as a leaflet distributor in the park. For details, visit the Hot Dog Cafe.<<link "Go to the park" "Park">><</link>></li> <li>Job as a waitress at Bean & Blossom Cafe. For details, contact the manager. <<link "Go to the café" "Local Café">><</link>></li> <li>Job as a bar assistant at The Rusty Anchor. For details, talk to Robert, the bartender. <<link "Go to the bar" "Bar">><</link>></li> <li>Job as a courier or kitchen assistant at Viva Napoli Pizzeria. For more information, ask at the pizzeria. <<link "Go to the pizzeria" "Pizzeria">><</link>></li> </ul> [[Stop job searching and return to the library|Library]] <<set $money -= 2>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\computer\porn\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I lean back in the chair, the soft creak of the seat beneath me barely noticeable as I pull away from the computer. The quiet hum of the library feels distant now. I slip my hands down, lifting my skirt and sliding it down my thighs, but leaving my panties in place, their presence adding to the sensation. My fingers begin their slow exploration, teasing the edges of my arousal. Each touch is deliberate, and I savor the tension building inside me. The memory of the video I watched lingers, guiding my movements as I continue. The fabric of my panties presses against me, heightening every sensation, making the moment even more intimate. As I close my eyes, I let the pleasure wash over me, each wave more intense than the last. The release comes like a surge, flooding me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I take my time, enjoying the afterglow, my body still humming with the lingering pleasure. Once I’ve calmed down, I smooth out my skirt, ensuring everything is in place before standing up. I clean up quickly, feeling refreshed and at ease as I prepare to return to the library, my mind clear and content, ready to move forward with my day. <<set $arousal = 0>><<if $libraryFap < 3>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $libraryFap = $libraryFap + 1>><</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/living_room.jpg"/> I'm in the living room. It's a comfortable space where I can unwind, make a call, or get some work done. [[Use the Phone|Phone]] [[Sit at the Desk|Desk]] [[Sit on the Sofa|Sofa]] [[Exercise at home|Home Workout]] [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/bedroom.jpg"/> I'm in my bedroom. The room feels cozy and inviting, perfect for relaxing after a long day. <ul> <li>[[Go to bed|Bed]]</li> <li>[[Go to the Balcony|Balcony]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Home Computer")>><li>[[Use the Computer|Computer]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_night.jpg"/> It’s way too late to be messing around in the kitchen. I should just head back to the bedroom and get some rest—there’s no point staying up any longer. [[Return to the Bedroom|Bedroom]] <<else>> <<if $dayNumber >= 20>> <<if !$sinkFixed>> <<set $callPlumber = true>> <img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_broken.jpg"/> As I step into the kitchen, my eyes are immediately drawn to the puddle of water spreading across the floor. The steady drip-drip-drip from the sink catches my attention, and I realize that something is seriously wrong. The faucet is leaking, and water is pooling underneath the cabinets, threatening to cause more damage. The smell of damp wood and the sight of warped cabinet doors make it clear that this is not a simple fix. I try turning the faucet handles, but the water continues to flow, defying my efforts. Frustration builds as I step cautiously, my bare feet splashing in the cold, standing water. Until I get a plumber to repair the leak, the kitchen is off-limits for cooking or any other activities. [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/kitchen.jpg"/> I'm in the kitchen, where the aroma of past meals lingers in the air. It’s the perfect spot to grab a snack or prepare something to eat. [[Prepare a meal|PrepareMeal]] [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]] <</if>><<else>><img src="img/locations/home/kitchen.jpg"/> I'm in the kitchen, where the aroma of past meals lingers in the air. It’s the perfect spot to grab a snack or prepare something to eat. [[Prepare a meal|PrepareMeal]] [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") || $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") || $inventory.includes("Gourmet Dish")>><img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/><<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food")>> I could quickly heat up some Junk Food. It's not the healthiest option, but it'll do the job. [[Prepare Junk Food|CookJunkFood]]<</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal")>> There's also the option of making a Regular Meal. It's a bit more balanced and will definitely fill me up. [[Prepare Regular Meal|CookRegularMeal]]<</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Gourmet Dish")>> I could take the time to prepare a Gourmet Dish. It's a luxurious treat, and I know it'll be worth the effort. [[Prepare Gourmet Dish|CookGourmetDish]] <</if>> <<else>> <img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_nofood.jpg"/> I open the cupboards and the fridge, but there's nothing here that I can use to make a meal. It looks like I need to head to the store to buy some food. <</if>> [[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 3>><<set $money -= 3>><<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Junk Food")>><<set $junkFood = 1>><<else>><<set $junkFood += 1>><</if>> I buy some Junk Food and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $junkFood>> Junk Food. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy Junk Food. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 12>><<set $money -= 12>><<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Regular Meal")>><<set $regularMeal = 1>><<else>><<set $regularMeal += 1>><</if>> I buy a Regular Meal and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $regularMeal>> Regular Meals. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy a Regular Meal. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/> I take out the Junk Food from my inventory and start preparing it. It doesn't require much effort—just a bit of heating up. I toss it into the microwave, and within minutes, the familiar, slightly greasy smell fills the kitchen. <<if $junkFood > 0>><<set $junkFood -= 1>><<if $cooking < 50>><<set $cooking += 2>><</if>> I take a seat at the kitchen table with my meal in front of me. It's time to see how it turned out. <<if $cooking <= 10>> I take a bite, and immediately, I regret it. It's absolutely terrible—overcooked, dry, and lacking any real flavor. I guess my cooking skills still need a lot of work. <<elseif $cooking <= 20>> I take a bite, and it's... okay. Not great, but not awful either. It's edible, and that's good enough for now. <<elseif $cooking <= 40>> I take a bite, and I'm pleasantly surprised. It's actually pretty good! The seasoning is just right, and the texture isn't bad either. Not bad for something so quick and easy. <<else>> I take a bite, and wow—it's incredible! I never thought Junk Food could taste this good. It's perfectly cooked, and the flavors are amazing. I'm genuinely impressed with myself for turning such a cheap meal into something so delicious. <</if>> <<if $junkFood <= 0>> <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Junk Food")>><</if>><<else>> I open the cupboards and the fridge, but I realize I don't have any Junk Food left to cook. It looks like I need to head to the store to buy more.<</if>> [[Return to the Kitchen|Kitchen]]

<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/> I take out the Regular Meal from my inventory and start preparing it. It involves a bit more effort than just heating up, so I follow the recipe carefully, making sure to mix the ingredients just right and cook them thoroughly. <<if $regularMeal > 0>><<set $regularMeal -= 1>><<if $cooking < 50>><<set $cooking += 3>><</if>> I sit down at the kitchen table with my meal ready. The anticipation builds as I take my first bite. <<if $cooking <= 10>> I take a bite and immediately wish I hadn't. The flavors clash and it's overcooked. It’s clear that I still have a lot to learn about cooking. <<elseif $cooking <= 20>> The first bite is... okay. It's not the best, but it's definitely edible. It’s a simple meal that does the job, though it could use some improvement. <<elseif $cooking <= 40>> I take a bite and am pleasantly surprised. The meal turned out quite well! The ingredients are well-balanced, and the flavors complement each other nicely. I’m happy with how it turned out. <<else>> The first bite is amazing! I can’t believe how delicious this Regular Meal is. It’s perfectly cooked with rich flavors that exceed my expectations. I’m truly impressed with my own cooking skills. <</if>> <<if $regularMeal <= 0>> <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Regular Meal")>><</if>><<else>> I look through the kitchen, but realize I have no Regular Meals left to cook. I’ll need to go to the store to stock up.<</if>> [[Return to the Kitchen|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/> I take out the Gourmet Dish from my inventory and begin preparing it. This meal requires careful attention to detail and a bit more skill. I follow the recipe meticulously, ensuring that every step is executed perfectly to achieve the best result. <<if $gourmetDish > 0>><<set $gourmetDish -= 1>><<if $cooking < 50>><<set $cooking += 5>><</if>> I set the table and sit down with the meal in front of me. The moment of truth arrives as I take my first bite. <<if $cooking <= 10>> The first bite is a disappointment. The flavors don’t come together, and the dish is poorly cooked. It’s clear that there’s still much to learn about gourmet cooking. <<elseif $cooking <= 20>> The dish tastes decent. It's edible and has some good elements, but it’s not quite at the level I was hoping for. It’s a good effort, but there’s room for improvement. <<elseif $cooking <= 40>> I take a bite and am impressed. The Gourmet Dish has turned out well! The flavors are rich and well-balanced, and the presentation is nice. I’m pleased with how it turned out. <<else>> I take a bite and am blown away. This Gourmet Dish is extraordinary! The flavors are perfectly layered, and the texture is just right. I can hardly believe how well it turned out. I’m truly amazed at how such a sophisticated dish came together so beautifully. <</if>> <<if $gourmetDish <= 0>> <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Gourmet Dish")>><</if>><<else>> I search the kitchen but realize I have no Gourmet Dishes left to cook. Looks like I'll need to visit the store to replenish my supply.<</if>> [[Return to the Kitchen|home]]

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/home/sofa_night.jpg"/> I sit down on the sofa, feeling its softness envelop me. The quiet of the deep night settles around me, creating a peaceful stillness. [[Sleep on the Sofa|Sleep On Sofa]] [[Get Up from the Sofa|Living Room]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/sofa.jpg"/> I sit down on the sofa, feeling its softness embrace me. From here, I can relax and enjoy my time. [[Watch TV|TV Home]] [[Get Up from the Sofa|Living Room]] <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/wakeup_sofa.jpg"/> I fall asleep on the sofa and wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, though I’m a bit sore and uncomfortable from the makeshift bed. [[Get up from the sofa|Living Room]] <<set $dayNumber += 1>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $currentTime = 0>><<set $drunkenness = 0>><<set $rentPaid = false>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\workout/naked_stretching.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I take a deep breath and start my naked stretching routine. As I stretch, I can feel the cool air against my bare skin. The exercises allow me to fully engage my muscles, and I enjoy the sensation of freedom and flexibility. I complete my routine feeling invigorated and more flexible. [[Finish workout|Home Workout]] <<if $nakedStretchingCount < 5>> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>> <<set $nakedStretchingCount = $nakedStretchingCount + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> <<set $arousal += 10>> <<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\misc\tv_shows\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I settle into the couch, the remote in hand, and flip to the cooking channel. The screen brightens up with the inviting aroma of culinary creations. The host, a skilled chef, appears on screen, demonstrating various techniques with enthusiasm and flair. I watch as the chef prepares a delicious dish, explaining each step in detail. The kitchen is filled with vibrant colors and mouth-watering ingredients. The camera zooms in on the sizzling pan, the mixing bowl, and the final plated meal. I can almost smell the tantalizing aromas wafting from the screen. As the show progresses, I pick up a few new cooking tips and feel inspired to try them myself. The program concludes with a finished dish that looks as delectable as it sounds, leaving me motivated to experiment in my own kitchen. [[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]] [[Switch to another channel|TV Home]] <<if $cookingShowUsage < 5>><<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>><<set $cookingShowUsage = $cookingShowUsage + 1>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/characters/tyra/welcome.jpg"/> I approach the reception desk, where Tyra is busy typing on her computer. Noticing me, she looks up with a warm smile. "Hi there! I'm Tyra. Are you interested in signing up for a membership at our gym?" I mention that I’m considering getting into shape and am weighing my options. <<if $inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>> "Great to hear! Our monthly membership is $90, which gives you access to all our facilities for 30 days. After that period, you'll need to renew the membership to continue using the gym." "Since you have workout clothing, you’re all set for your sessions. If you decide to join, just let me know!" <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Buy the monthly membership for $90|SignUp]]</li> <li>[[Say you’ll think about it and leave|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>> "Great to hear! Our monthly membership is $90, which gives you access to all our facilities for 30 days. After that period, you'll need to renew the membership to continue using the gym." "Do you have appropriate workout clothing?" <<if !$inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>> You tell Tyra that you don't have any workout clothing yet. "No worries! You can buy workout clothing at FitPro, the sporting goods store located on the second floor of the mall in the city center. You can get there by bus or subway from here." <</if>> <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Say you’ll think about it and leave|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <style> .columns-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .columns-container li { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; list-style: none; } </style>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_wrestroom.jpg"/><<if $drunkenness >= 100>> I push open the door to the women's restroom, swaying slightly as I enter. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy tiles and stained walls. The floor is wet, and the unpleasant odor of old disinfectant mixed with something unidentifiable fills the air. I can barely keep my balance as I stagger through the unpleasant environment. A few women inside glance at me with a mix of surprise and disdain. One of them mutters something derogatory as I pass by. Ignoring the comments and the discomfort, I make my way to one of the stalls, managing to slip inside despite the haze of my drunken state. <ul> <li>[[Enter a stall|Bar Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if $drunkenness < 100>> I push open the door to the women's restroom, and the sight that greets me is far from pleasant. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy tiles and stained walls. The floor is wet, but I'm not sure whether it's from a recent cleaning or something else entirely. The stench of old disinfectant mixed with something unidentifiable hangs in the air. This is definitely not the cleanest or nicest restroom I’ve ever been in. I can either grit my teeth and use one of the stalls, or leave as quickly as possible. <ul> <li>[[Enter a stall|Bar Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_mrestroom.jpg"/><<if $drunkenness >= 100>> I push open the door to the men's restroom, my body swaying slightly as I step inside. The dim lighting and stale air hit me immediately, but I barely notice. A middle-aged man stands at the urinal, clearly drunk. He glances over and whistles before slurring out, "Hey there, sweetie, you sure you're in the right place?" His words barely register as I stumble forward, feeling a bit out of sync with my surroundings. The restroom is more crowded than I expected, and a few men turn to look at me, surprise clear on their faces. One of them, emboldened by the situation, reaches out and gives me a playful slap on the rear. My body tenses, but I don’t stop, ignoring the murmurs and the sudden attention I’ve drawn. I focus on getting to the nearest stall, slipping inside as quickly as I can and shutting the door behind me. A brief moment of silence washes over me, offering a fragile sense of relief. <ul> <li>[[Enter the stall|Bar Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if $drunkenness < 100>> I push open the door to the men's restroom and immediately regret my decision. A tall, burly man, clearly drunk and towering over 2 meters, is swaying unsteadily as he relieves himself at the urinal. He doesn’t seem to notice me, but I quickly realize I’ve made a mistake. "Oops, wrong restroom," I mutter under my breath, hoping to slip out unnoticed. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall.jpg"/> I find myself in a cramped, dirty stall in the women's restroom. The walls are stained, and the floor is slick with an unknown substance. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy surroundings, and the air is filled with the mingling stench of old disinfectant and something else unpleasant. I sit on the filthy toilet seat, trying to ignore the squalid conditions. Outside the stall, the faint sounds of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from the bar drift in. The voices are not clear, but I can sense a general atmosphere of casual disregard for the restroom's state. <<if $arousal > 50>>As I sit there, I feel a strong urge building up. I realize I could take care of myself right here in the stall, despite the filthy conditions. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Bar WS]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Bar WS]]</li> <li>[[Masturbate|Fap Bar WS]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if $arousal <= 50>> <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Bar WS]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Bar WS]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

I take a moment to study the menu at The Rusty Anchor, weighing my options carefully before making my choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\light_beer.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Light Beer ($3.00)|OrderLightBeer]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\cider.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Cider ($4.00)|OrderCider]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\wine.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Wine ($5.00)|OrderWine]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\gin_tonic.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Gin & Tonic ($6.00)|OrderGinTonic]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\mojito.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Mojito ($6.00)|OrderMojito]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\whiskey_sour.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Whiskey Sour ($7.00)|OrderWhiskeySour]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\rum_punch.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Rum Punch ($8.00)|OrderRumPunch]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\tequila_shot.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Tequila Shot ($8.00)|OrderTequilaShot]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\long_island_iced_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Long Island Iced Tea ($9.00)|OrderLongIslandIcedTea]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\absinthe.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order an Absinthe ($10.00)|OrderAbsinthe]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the bar|Bar]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide on a Light Beer and place my order at the bar. Robert gives me a nod and grabs a chilled bottle, deftly popping the cap off with a quick flick. The sound of the beer pouring into the glass mingles with the lively chatter and clinking of glasses around me. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, enveloped by the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. The beer is crisp and refreshing, with a perfect touch of bitterness. As I take another sip, the cool liquid slides down my throat, easing the tension of the day. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 3>> <<set $drunkenness += 15>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide on a Cider and place my order at the bar. Robert grabs a bottle from the cooler, condensation dripping down as he sets it on the counter. With a quick twist, he uncaps it and pours the golden liquid into a glass, the faint aroma of apples rising as it fizzes softly. I take my cider and find a cozy spot at the bar. The chatter around me blends with the background music, creating a comfortable, laid-back atmosphere. The first sip is crisp and slightly sweet, with the tangy apple flavor lingering on my tongue. It’s refreshing and light, perfect for unwinding after a long day. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $drunkenness += 15>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide on a glass of wine and place my order at the bar. Robert gives me a nod and reaches for a chilled bottle, expertly popping the cork off with a swift motion. The sound of the wine pouring into the glass is almost drowned out by the lively chatter and clinking of glasses around me. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The wine is smooth and aromatic, with subtle hints of fruit and spice that warm me pleasantly. As I take another sip, I feel the cool liquid ease the tension of the day. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $drunkenness += 20>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a gin and tonic. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He grabs a bottle of gin and a can of tonic water, skillfully mixing them in a glass with ice and a twist of lime. The refreshing fizz of the tonic blends with the crisp, aromatic notes of the gin. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively chatter and occasional bursts of laughter create a vibrant atmosphere. The gin and tonic is perfectly balanced, with a crisp, slightly bitter flavor that invigorates me. As I enjoy my drink, I feel the stress of the day starting to melt away. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a mojito. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods in understanding. He starts by muddling fresh mint leaves and lime in a glass, then adds a splash of sugar syrup, a generous pour of white rum, and tops it off with sparkling water. The result is a refreshing, minty cocktail with a hint of citrus. I take my drink and settle into a spot at the bar, where the ambient chatter and occasional laughter create a lively atmosphere. The mojito is crisp and invigorating, with the mint and lime providing a delightful burst of flavor. As I sip my drink, I feel the tensions of the day start to ease. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 8>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a whiskey sour. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He expertly mixes a generous pour of bourbon with fresh lemon juice and a touch of simple syrup. The drink is shaken vigorously and served over ice, garnished with a cherry and a slice of lemon. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the vibrant hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The whiskey sour is bold and tangy, with the smoothness of the bourbon balancing perfectly with the tartness of the lemon. As I savor my drink, I feel the day's stress begin to dissolve. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a rum punch. I place my order at the bar, and Robert gives me a nod before getting to work. He combines a generous pour of dark rum with a mix of tropical fruit juices—pineapple and orange—and adds a splash of grenadine for a touch of sweetness. The drink is garnished with a slice of pineapple and a cherry. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere and chatter create a vibrant backdrop. The rum punch is fruity and refreshing, with a rich, rum-forward flavor perfectly complemented by the tropical fruit juices. As I sip, I feel a pleasant warmth spreading through me, easing the tensions of the day. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 8>> <<set $drunkenness += 35>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a shot of tequila. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He swiftly pours a shot of premium tequila and sets it in front of me, accompanied by a lime wedge and a small salt shaker. The clear liquid glistens invitingly. I take the shot, savoring the bold and smooth flavor of the tequila as it goes down. The salt and lime enhance the experience, adding a zesty kick. As the warmth of the tequila spreads through me, I feel a quick, invigorating buzz. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 6>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a Long Island Iced Tea. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods in understanding. He starts by mixing equal parts vodka, gin, rum, and tequila with a splash of triple sec. He then adds a generous amount of sour mix and a splash of cola, garnishing the drink with a lemon wedge. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the buzz of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The Long Island Iced Tea is strong and flavorful, with a complex blend of spirits balanced by the sweetness of the cola and the tanginess of the sour mix. As I enjoy my drink, I feel a warm, mellow buzz settling in. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 10>> <<set $drunkenness += 45>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/> I decide to order a glass of absinthe. I place my order at the bar, and Robert nods as he fetches a bottle of the potent spirit. He carefully pours a measure of absinthe into a glass, then adds a slotted spoon with a sugar cube on top. Slowly, he drips cold water over the sugar cube, allowing it to dissolve and mix with the absinthe, creating a cloudy, opalescent effect. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the lively atmosphere. The absinthe is strong and aromatic, with a complex blend of herbs and a distinctive aniseed flavor. As I sip, I experience a powerful and intense sensation, with the rich, herbal notes unfolding on my palate. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $money -= 12>> <<set $drunkenness += 50>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall.jpg"/> I find myself in a cramped, dirty stall in the men's restroom. The walls are stained, and the floor is littered with discarded paper towels and other debris. The faint smell of stale urine and cleaning chemicals fills the air, mixing with the sour scent of alcohol. I sit on the grimy toilet seat, trying to ignore the filth around me. Outside the stall, I can barely make out the voices of a few men, who are crudely discussing me and making vulgar comments. Their laughter and lewd remarks drift in through the thin walls, adding to the discomfort of the situation. <<if $arousal > 50>> As I sit here, I feel a strong urge building up. I realize I could take care of myself right here in the stall. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Bar MS]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Bar MS]]</li> <li>[[Masturbate|Fap Bar MS]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if $arousal <= 50>> <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Bar MS]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Bar MS]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

I sit in the grimy stall, feeling a strong urge that I can’t ignore. As I start to touch myself, the filth of the surroundings and the faint smell of stale urine create a stark contrast with the building excitement. I try to focus on the sensations, blocking out the discomfort of the unsanitary conditions. The crude voices of the men outside continue, their vulgar comments drifting in through the thin walls. I can hear one of them say, "Looks like she’s having a rough time in there." Another adds, "Maybe she’s trying to make the best of it." Their voices add a layer of humiliation to the moment. Despite the unpleasant environment and the sounds of lewd laughter, I push through, my body responding to the growing tension. As I reach climax, the intensity of the experience momentarily overpowers the discomfort. I finish with a sense of relief, though the reality of the filthy surroundings quickly returns. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]] <<set $arousal = 0>><<set $corruption += 1>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall_v.jpg"/> I feel the overwhelming urge to throw up as the alcohol takes its toll. I lean over the dirty toilet, and with a mix of relief and disgust, I start to vomit. The unpleasant smell and the sight of the grimy surroundings make the process even more uncomfortable. Outside the stall, I can still hear the crude and vulgar comments from the men. One of them says, "Looks like she’s had too much to drink." Another adds, "Bet she’s regretting coming in here." Their voices are a harsh backdrop to my distress. After I finish, I feel a bit of relief but am left with the lingering discomfort of the unsanitary conditions. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]] <<set $drunkenness = Math.max(0, $drunkenness - 50)>>

I position myself on the grimy toilet seat and try to concentrate, desperately focusing on the task at hand to avoid making a mess. The sight of the dirty walls and the faint stench of urine only make it harder to relax. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Outside the stall, the crude and lewd comments of the men continue. I can hear one of them say, "Hey, check it out—looks like someone’s having a tough time." Another chimes in with a lewd suggestion, "Maybe she’s just trying to get some privacy for a quickie." Their laughter and suggestions seep through the thin walls, serving as a constant reminder of the uncomfortable situation I’m in. I manage to complete the task without any mishaps, though the experience is far from pleasant. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]]

I position myself on the grimy toilet seat and try to focus on the task at hand, attempting to ignore the unpleasant surroundings. The filth and the stench make it difficult to relax, but I manage to relieve myself. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Outside the stall, the muffled voices of women from the bar are faintly audible, though their conversations are mostly drowned out by the ambient noise. The process is uncomfortable, but I manage to complete it without further incident. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall_v.jpg"/> The queasy feeling in my stomach becomes unbearable, and I lean over the grimy toilet, unable to hold back any longer. The sight and smell of the unclean surroundings only add to my discomfort as I start to vomit. The process is messy and distressing, made worse by the unsanitary state of the restroom. Outside the stall, I can still hear the faint sounds of conversations and laughter from the bar, though they seem distant compared to my immediate discomfort. After finishing, I feel slightly relieved but also more aware of the unclean environment around me. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]] <<set $drunkenness = Math.max(0, $drunkenness - 50)>>

I sit in the grimy stall, feeling an intense urge that I can’t ignore. As I begin to touch myself, the unpleasant filth of the surroundings and the faint smell of stale urine clash sharply with the growing excitement. I try to concentrate on the sensations, pushing aside the discomfort of the unsanitary conditions. The crude voices of women outside the stall drift in, punctuated by their giggles and lewd comments. One woman even slams her hand against the stall door and shouts, "Hurry up and finish, slut, you're not alone in here!" Their mocking laughter and taunts only add to my humiliation. Despite the degrading environment and the invasive comments, I push through, my body responding to the rising tension. As I reach climax, the intensity of the experience briefly overshadows the discomfort, providing a momentary relief. Afterward, the reality of the filthy surroundings quickly returns. I feel a mix of relief and embarrassment as I prepare to leave. [[Leave the restroom|Bar]] <<set $arousal = 0>><<set $corruption += 1>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/work.jpg"/> I take a deep breath and step behind the bar, ready to start my shift. The bar is dimly lit, and the air is thick with the smell of stale beer and smoke. I begin by wiping down the counter and organizing the bottles, preparing for the night ahead. As the shift progresses, I juggle multiple tasks—pouring drinks, collecting payments, and making small talk with patrons. Some of the customers are friendly enough, but others make unwelcome advances, which I try to ignore while maintaining a professional demeanor. Despite the discomfort, I keep my focus on the job, serving drinks and handling the occasional rude remark or inappropriate comment. The tips are modest, but they add up over time, and I make sure to keep the bar running smoothly. As the shift winds down, I finish up my tasks and count my earnings. The work was hard, but it was worth it for the extra cash. Robert gives me a nod of approval as I leave, and I sense that my relationship with him has improved. [[Return to the bar|Bar]] <<set $tip = (random(25, 40))>><<set $money += $tip>><<if $robert_relationship < 20>><<set $robert_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/> I finally reach the front of the line and am faced with the bouncer. He’s a large, intimidating man with a stern expression, checking IDs and scrutinizing each person who tries to enter. As I approach, he gives me a thorough once-over. <<if $bouncer_relationship >= 10>> “Hey there, babe,” the bouncer says with a grin, his tone noticeably softer. “You can head on in. No need to wait out here.” He steps aside, letting me pass without further hassle. <ul> <li>[[Enter the club|Club Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $money > 100>> “Well, well, what do we have here?” the bouncer grunts, his gaze lingering on my figure. “You seem like you might be able to help yourself get in if you’ve got the right incentive.” He eyes my rear appreciatively and adjusts his pants around his groin with a subtle motion. <ul> <li>[[Say you’re on the guest list|GuestList]]</li> <li>[[Bribe the bouncer|Bribe Bouncer]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>> "Well, well, what do we have here?" the bouncer grunts. "I can’t let you in without a proper reason. Got anything else to offer, or are you just another hopeful?" <ul> <li>[[Say you’re on the guest list|GuestList]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/> I decide to try my luck and ask the bouncer to check the guest list, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I might be on it. He frowns as he flips through the list, his face showing clear irritation. After a brief scan, he looks up at me, clearly unimpressed. "I don’t see your name here," he says, his voice tinged with annoyance. "What games are you trying to play with me, sweetheart? Either stop wasting my time and leave, or we can take this conversation to a more private spot. You can come around the corner, get on your knees, and make me a happy man. Maybe then I'll let you in." He gives me a pointed look, making his offer quite clear. <ul> <li>[[Agree to go around the corner|Corner]]</li> <li>[[Offer a bribe instead|Bribe Bouncer]]</li> <li>[[Decline and leave|Outside]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/> I decide to offer the bouncer a bribe. I discreetly slide a few bills into his hand, and his stern expression softens into a smirk. He looks me up and down, then grunts, “That’s more like it.” He quickly pockets the money and gives me a nod. “You’re good to go. Enjoy yourself.” With the bouncer’s approval, I step past him and enter the club. The thumping bass and flashing lights greet me as I join the energetic crowd inside. <ul> <li>[[Explore the club|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 100>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_inside.jpg"/> As I step inside the club, I'm immediately engulfed by a powerful wave of sound and light. The bassline of the music is so loud that it vibrates through my entire body, pulsating through the air. Neon lights and lasers create dancing patterns on the walls and ceiling, flooding the space with bright, pulsing colors. The crowd on the dance floor moves in rhythm, turning it into a chaotic sea of motion. The mix of alcohol, sweat, and perfume blends together, creating the unmistakable scent of a nightclub. The dense heat envelops me, as if there's no room for fresh air. This place is full of energy and adrenaline, with every corner buzzing with life and events. <ul> <li>[[Bar|ClubBar]]</li> <li>[[Dance Floor|Dance Floor]]</li> <li>[[VIP Area|VIPZone]]</li> <li>[[Men's Restroom|Club Mens Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Women's Restroom|Club Womens Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Smoking Room|Smoking Room]]</li> <li>[[Leave the club|Outside]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_corner.jpg"/> I reluctantly agree to the bouncer's terms. I follow him around the corner of the club, trying to ignore the mounting discomfort and unease. Once we're in the secluded area, I prepare to comply with his request, hoping it will get me inside the club. <ul> <li>[[Proceed with the bouncer|Bouncer Blowjob]]</li> </ul>

I turn the corner of the club and find myself in an alley that's far from glamorous. The walls are plastered with graffiti, a chaotic mess of colors and tags. Litter is scattered across the pavement, and there are damp spots here and there, adding to the overall griminess. Despite the mess, the alley is empty, providing a rare moment of solitude amidst the nightlife frenzy. I can't help but feel awkward in this desolate spot. The stark contrast between the vibrant, energetic atmosphere of the club and this neglected, abandoned corner is jarring. The silence here feels almost oppressive, making my unease even more pronounced as I wait for the right moment to head back into the club. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/stand.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The club’s bouncer pull out his phone, pointing it in my direction. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, the unease in my chest quickly turning into anger. My voice echoes slightly in the narrow space, but he doesn’t flinch, continuing to film me as if it's the most natural thing in the world. With a nonchalant shrug, he smirks and says, "Relax, it's just for personal use. You know, in case I forget what you look like. The video will refresh my memory." His tone is disturbingly casual, like this is something he does all the time. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You're wasting my time again, sweetheart," he growls. "Get on your knees, or I'll head back into the club, and believe me, next time I won’t let you in." With a mix of anxiety and resignation, I awkwardly drop to my knees. My hands tremble as I fumble with the buckle of his belt, trying to undo it. "Make it quick, and don’t think you’re getting any special treatment," he sneers. "Or else I'll have you begging outside while everyone laughs at you." All the while, he grips my hair roughly, adding to the uncomfortable tension of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/taste.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Gently withdrawing his cock, I take it in my hand and begin to tease it softly with my fingers. As I do so, the guard firmly grasps my head and guides it toward him. "That’s right, don’t make me wait," he growls. "Make it worth my while, or I’ll make sure everyone knows how useless you are." Gradually yielding to his forceful touch, I pull back slightly and moisten him with my saliva. "Slower, you little slut," he commands. "I want to feel every bit of your pathetic attempts to please me." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/balls.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The guard grumbled in frustration, his irritation clear in his voice. "Faster, you useless whore," he snapped, taking a firm, possessive hold of my head and guiding it downward with steady pressure. "Get those lips around my balls, and make it worthwhile, or I’ll make sure you regret it." I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my lips as he directed me toward his balls. As my tongue made contact, I was immediately struck by the musky, slightly salty taste of him. I began to lick and tease them with deliberate, gentle strokes, letting my tongue glide over the smooth yet slightly textured skin. "That's it, lick like you actually care," he jeered. "Each stroke should remind you of how pathetic you are." The taste was intense, a mix of sweat and precum, and each taste left a lingering warmth on my tongue. I paid close attention to his reactions, noting how his body tensed and relaxed under my touch. "Feel every bit of my pleasure and know how insignificant you are," he taunted. Adjusting my movements accordingly, I continued to explore and stimulate him, feeling the soft, pulsing heat of his balls as I worked. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After taking a moment to catch my breath, I eagerly resumed sucking his cock, my lips wrapping around him with renewed enthusiasm. "That’s it, suck it like the desperate slut you are," he grunted, his grip on my head tightening, fingers digging into my scalp as he guided his throbbing cock deeper into my mouth. "You better make it worth my time, or I'll just have to teach you a lesson." With a firm, deliberate thrust, he started to push his cock down my throat. I could feel the slick heat of his shaft as it slid in, the tightness of my throat gripping him with each inch. "Feel that pressure, you little bitch," he snarled. "Make sure you take every inch like a good whore." The sensation was intense, the pressure building as he forced his cock all the way in. When he reached the base, his balls pressed firmly against my chin, their weight and warmth adding to the overwhelming sensation. "You like that, don’t you? My balls squashing your pathetic face," he taunted, his voice filled with contempt. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/facial.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I could tell it wasn’t the most mind-blowing blowjob he had ever had, but I knew I was pushing him close to the edge. My jaw ached, and my movements were growing slower, but I was determined to finish the job. I started to twist his cock in my hand, the motion more rhythmic now, hoping to drive him over the line. "That’s it, make me feel every bit of your pathetic effort," he grunted, irritation and disdain clear in his voice. His words stung, but I kept going, focusing on the task at hand despite the growing sense of exhaustion in my body. As he neared his climax, I felt his body tense, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven. "Don’t you dare stop," he snarled, his grip suddenly tightening around my head. Before I could even think, he shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, the force making me gag as it hit the back of my throat. "Take it all, you little slut," he commanded, his voice thick with dominance. Instinctively, I tried to pull back just as he began to cum, but it was too late. His thick, hot cum spilled into my mouth, some of it splattering across my face as I struggled to catch my breath. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn as he gazed down at me. "Covered in my cum like the worthless whore you are." His words cut deep, the humiliation washing over me as I sat there, still trying to process what had just happened. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/swallow.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Sitting there, stunned by the absurdity of the situation and my own reaction, I was abruptly brought back to reality by the guard's commanding voice. "Swallow," he ordered, his tone making it clear that disobedience wasn’t an option. Without thinking, my body reacted, and I complied, swallowing the thick, salty cum that had filled my mouth. Feeling a wave of shame, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, presenting it like a well-trained, obedient girl. "Show me that you're not just a pathetic slut, but a good little servant," he sneered, his words dripping with mockery. After wiping my face clean, a lingering sense of humiliation heavy in the air, the guard gestured for me to follow him toward the club. As I walked past him, he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to my ass, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet alley. "There’s a good little whore," he remarked with a cruel grin, a final reminder of his dominance, making it clear where I stood in that moment. "Go on in," he said, his voice taking on a more dismissive tone. "And try to keep out of trouble." His parting words lingered in the air as I headed inside, the taste of submission still bitter in my mouth. <ul> <li>[[Enter the club|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <<set $corruption += 3>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $bouncer_relationship = $bouncer_relationship + 10>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_bar.jpg"/> I make my way to the bar counter, navigating through the dense crowd of people. The atmosphere here is a mix of frenetic energy and casual chatter, with patrons leaning in to shout over the music. I finally find a spot on one of the high stools and settle in, trying to catch my breath after weaving through the throng of bodies. The bar itself is bustling with activity, as bartenders deftly mix drinks and serve customers with practiced efficiency. The shelves behind the bar are stocked with a dazzling array of bottles, their labels catching the colorful light. The air is thick with the aroma of alcohol and the faint scent of citrus from the cocktails being prepared. I glance around, taking in the lively scene: groups of friends raising their glasses, people shouting to be heard over the music, and the occasional spill of a drink that adds to the chaotic charm of the place. Despite the noise and the crowded space, there’s a sense of camaraderie among the patrons, united in their shared enjoyment of the night. <ul> <li>[[Order a drink|Order Drink Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Return to the club|Club Pulse]]</li> <<if $drunkenness >= 50 and !$clubJake>> <li>[[Some guy is trying to hit on me|Hit On At Bar]]</li> <<endif>> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside\club/dancefloor.jpg"/> I step onto the dance floor, and the vibrant energy of the nightclub envelops me. The room is a whirlwind of flashing neon lights and a thick haze of fog, with bodies swaying and moving in perfect harmony with the pulsating beat. The bass reverberates through the floor, syncing with the flashing colors that paint the walls in vivid patterns. The DJ is hard at work in the elevated booth, surrounded by a tangle of equipment, skillfully mixing tracks that keep the crowd energized. Large LED screens flicker with vibrant visuals that pulse in time with the music, adding to the sensory overload. [[Dance|Club Dance]] [[Return to the Club|Club Pulse]]

<img src="img/locations/outside\club/vip_area.jpg"/> As I make my way toward the VIP area, a towering security guard abruptly blocks my path. His imposing figure and stern expression make it clear that he means business. “Get lost. This area is off-limits to you,” he growls, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. The harshness in his voice and the intimidating stance are enough to make me reconsider my approach. Realizing there's no way around his firm directive, I turn on my heel and retreat back into the main club, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back. I return to the vibrant chaos of the club, where the music and lights once again envelop me in their sensory overload. [[Return to the club|Club Pulse]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_wrestroom.jpg"/> As I push open the door to the women's restroom, I'm greeted by a slightly unpleasant but not entirely dreadful atmosphere. The lighting is dim, casting a soft glow over the room. The floor is somewhat littered with paper towels and other minor debris, but it's not completely filthy. There's a faint, lingering odor of stale cleaning products mixed with the scent of old perfume and spilled drinks. The sinks and mirrors are in a decent state, though they show signs of frequent use. The mirrors are a bit smudged, and the sinks have some visible water stains, but they aren’t overly dirty. The stalls are functional, though they could use a bit of maintenance. A few of the doors have scratches and graffiti, but they still provide the necessary privacy. <<if $drunkenness >= 100>> As I stagger further into the restroom, my inebriated state makes everything seem a bit more disorienting. I lean against the sink for support, feeling like the room is tilting slightly. The muffled sounds of the club's music seem distant, adding to my sense of disorientation. Despite the restroom being in somewhat better condition, my condition makes it difficult to fully appreciate it. As I struggle to steady myself, the overall cleanliness of the restroom is overshadowed by my current state of inebriation. I find myself frustrated by the effort it takes to deal with the situation. <ul> <li>[[Enter a stall|Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<if $drunkenness < 100>>I take a moment to assess the restroom as I enter. It’s not the cleanest place, but it’s functional. The minor mess and the less-than-perfect condition of the facilities are noticeable, but not overwhelming. I consider my options, feeling a bit put off but ready to deal with the situation. The restroom’s somewhat worn state makes me hesitate, but I prepare to address my needs despite the less-than-ideal conditions. <ul> <li>[[Enter a stall|Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_smokingroom.jpg"/> I step into the smoking room, and the thick haze of cigarette smoke greets me. The dimly lit space is filled with the faint glow of ashtrays and the soft hum of muffled conversations. Comfortable leather chairs and velvet sofas are scattered around, with small tables holding ashtrays and half-empty drinks. The room is a blend of stale smoke, faint alcohol, and a hint of fresh air from the ventilation system. The atmosphere is relaxed but also somewhat tense, as I can hear snippets of conversations and the occasional chuckle from the patrons. I notice a few people lounging in the chairs, lost in their own worlds or engaged in quiet conversation. In one corner, a group of three individuals is animatedly discussing a business deal. At another table, a lone figure sips a drink and quietly watches the room with a keen eye. <ul> <li>[[Approach the table where a business deal is being discussed|Business Table]]</li> <li>[[Observe the lone figure|Lone Figure]]</li> <<if $money >= 1000 and $robertAdvice and !$rileyConversation>><li>[[Ask around about Riley|Ask About Riley]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the smoking room and return to the club|Club Pulse]]</li></ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_stall.jpg"/> I find myself squeezed into a small, grimy stall in the men's restroom. The walls are covered in old graffiti and stained with various substances, while the floor is scattered with crumpled paper towels and bits of trash. The air is heavy with the mixed smells of stale urine, strong cleaning chemicals, and a hint of spilled beer, creating an overwhelmingly unpleasant atmosphere. The dim, flickering light barely penetrates the dank and oppressive space. Sitting on the uncomfortable, grimy toilet seat, I try to ignore the filth and focus on the situation at hand. The sounds from outside the stall are a cacophony of laughter and coarse remarks from a group of men. Their voices, filled with lewd comments and crude jokes, seep through the thin walls, making me acutely aware of the intrusive and uncomfortable environment. <<if $arousal > 50>> As I sit here, a wave of arousal surges through me, intensifying the already uncomfortable situation. The cramped space and the background noise seem to amplify my urge, making it hard to ignore the growing need. I realize that I have the option to relieve myself right here in this disgusting stall if I choose to. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Masturbate|Fap Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if $arousal <= 50>> <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_mrestroom.jpg"/><<if $drunkenness >= 100>> I stumble into the men's restroom, barely keeping my balance as the door swings shut behind me. The pounding bass from the club seems to echo even louder in the confined space. A guy, probably in his late thirties, is leaning heavily against the urinal, clearly drunk out of his mind. He notices me and lets out a low whistle, “Lost your way, darling? This isn’t the ladies' room.” I can barely make out his words through the haze of alcohol, my mind foggy as I push past him. The restroom is dimly lit, with flickering lights reflecting off the damp, graffiti-covered walls. The stench of stale beer and sweat lingers in the air. As I make my way through the room, another guy gives me a playful smack on the rear, laughing to himself. I ignore the whistles and comments, my focus set on finding an empty stall, which I eventually manage to slip into. <ul> <li>[[Enter the stall|Club Mens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<if $drunkenness < 100>>I push open the door to the men's restroom and immediately regret my choice. The club's heavy beats are muted here, but the atmosphere is far from welcoming. A tall, muscular man, looking slightly unsteady from too many drinks, stands at the urinal. His eyes are glazed over, and he doesn't seem to notice me. The flickering lights above only add to the sense of discomfort. “Wrong room, sorry,” I murmur quickly, trying to back out before anyone else notices my mistake. The smell of sweat and spilled drinks is overwhelming, and I know I need to get out fast. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

As I settle myself on the grimy toilet seat, I can’t help but feel the filth accumulating beneath me. The seat is cold and sticky, covered in stains that make me cringe. The low hum of the club's music is faint but ever-present, merging with the unsettling sounds of men chatting and laughing outside my stall. Taking a deep breath, I try to ignore the uncomfortable sensations as I start to relieve myself. The trickle of urine echoes slightly in the small, confined space, mingling with the unpleasant odors already present. I can hear a few men’s voices getting louder outside the stall, their crude remarks and occasional bursts of laughter serving as a backdrop to my task. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The urine splashes lightly into the bowl, and the smell of ammonia grows stronger as it mixes with the already stale air. I can’t avoid noticing the neglected state of the restroom, the tiles cracked and grime-covered, and the unpleasant sensation of the damp floor beneath my feet. Once I finish, I pull up my clothes, feeling the grime of the restroom settle uncomfortably against my skin. I wash my hands at the nearby sink, the water coming out in a weak, lukewarm stream that does little to cleanse away the unpleasantness. The mirror above the sink is fogged and smudged, making it hard to see clearly. The loud sounds from outside continue to reverberate, reminding me of the club's chaotic atmosphere. <ul> <li>[[Return to the club|Club Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Mens Stall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall_v.jpg"/> The grimy toilet stall seems to spin as nausea overtakes me. I struggle to hold onto the edge of the filthy sink for support, my breathing coming in quick, shallow gasps. The combination of alcohol, the stifling air, and the pungent odors in the restroom are too much to handle. Desperately, I bend over and let the contents of my stomach spill out into the toilet. The vomit splashes with a loud, uncomfortable sound, mixing with the already unpleasant smells of the restroom. The sight and smell of my own sickness only add to the overwhelming sensation of disgust and discomfort. The floor around the toilet is already stained with various liquids, and my own mess makes the situation even worse. I try to steady myself, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The echoes of laughter and lewd comments from outside the stall seem to grow louder, adding to the humiliating experience. Once I've finished, I sit back on the grimy toilet seat, feeling the cold sweat on my forehead. The restroom feels even more oppressive now, and the air is thick with the stench of my vomit and the lingering smells of the club. I know I need to get out of this unpleasant place as soon as possible. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Clean up a bit|CleanUp Club MS]]</li> </ul> <<set $drunkenness = Math.max(0, $drunkenness - 50)>>

In the cramped, grimy stall, I feel an intense, private urge that I can't ignore. The unpleasant odors of stale urine and spilled beer mix with the harsh lighting, creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. I’m surrounded by the dim, flickering light from the overhead bulb and the muffled sounds of men laughing and talking just outside the stall. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on my own sensations despite the discomfort of the environment. My hands move slowly, trying to find some semblance of pleasure amid the filth. The sound of my movements is faint compared to the louder noises from outside, but the stall’s thin walls offer little privacy. Every touch and movement feels amplified by the cramped space, and the physical discomfort of the dirty surroundings only adds to the intensity of the experience. I can hear a few men’s voices growing louder, their crude comments and laughter seeping through the walls, reminding me of the unsanitary conditions of the restroom. As I continue, my focus shifts entirely to the sensation of my own touch, the rest of the world fading away momentarily. The overwhelming smell and sticky feeling of the stall become a distant concern as I chase my own release, knowing I’m in a place that’s far from ideal. After I finish, I take a moment to regain my composure, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. The restroom's oppressive atmosphere seems to press down on me, the reality of my surroundings returning sharply as I prepare to leave. <ul> <li>[[Clean up and leave the restroom|CleanUp Club MS]]</li> <li>[[Return to the club|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_mcleanup.jpg"/> After my unpleasant experience in the men’s restroom, I know I need to clean up a bit before leaving. The conditions in the stall are far from ideal, but I make do with what I have. I exit the stall and reach for a small, grimy roll of paper towels next to the sink, which are stained and slightly damp. As I begin to wipe myself off, I notice that the restroom is empty. The faint sound of club music and muffled conversations from outside serve as a backdrop to my task. The restroom’s poor lighting and the uncomfortable feel of the damp towels add to the overall sense of discomfort. While I’m in the middle of cleaning up, the door to the restroom swings open and a young, clearly intoxicated man, around twenty years old, stumbles in. His eyes widen with surprise as he takes in the sight of me. He stops for a moment, clearly unsure of what to make of the situation. "Uh, excuse me," he slurs, looking me up and down with a bemused expression. "Are you in the wrong restroom, or am I? Wait, are you one of those restroom... ladies? Maybe you’re looking for another client, sweetheart?" I shoot him a disdainful glance, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment. The young man chuckles at my reaction, clearly not taking the situation seriously. He seems to be enjoying his own crude humor, not quite understanding the discomfort he’s causing. Trying to maintain my composure, I finish cleaning up with the grimy towels and dispose of them in the overflowing trash can. The young man’s presence and comments only add to the already oppressive atmosphere of the restroom. With a final deep breath, I make my way toward the door, eager to leave this unpleasant place behind. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_stall.jpg"/> I enter one of the stalls, finding it somewhat cramped but functional. The interior of the stall is less than pristine, though it is not as dire as the rest of the restroom. The stall's walls are covered with various marks and some graffiti, but they are relatively clean compared to the overall state of the restroom. The toilet seat is a bit stained and the floor has some old paper towels and bits of trash scattered about. The small gap beneath the stall door lets in faint sounds from the restroom, including occasional murmurs and footsteps. The overall cleanliness is acceptable enough to use, though I can't ignore the less-than-ideal conditions. I can hear the distant sounds of club music and chatter through the thin walls, adding to the ambiance of the restroom. Despite the modest cleanliness of the stall, I try to make the best of the situation. The experience is not completely unpleasant, but it's clear that the facilities could use some attention. <<if $arousal > 49>> <<if !$restroomIsla>> As I settle into the stall, I feel a growing urge and consider taking care of myself right here. The cramped space and the knowledge that I am alone in the restroom might give me a chance to relieve some tension. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Masturbate|Fap Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<if $restroomIsla>> <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <</if>><<if $arousal <= 49>> <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pee Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Womens Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

I decide to use the toilet, despite its less-than-pristine condition. I pull down my pants and sit down, trying to ignore the stains on the seat and the faint odor of the restroom. The toilet flushes with a sputtering sound, but it manages to get the job done. As I relieve myself, the muffled sounds of the club outside are somewhat soothing amidst the less pleasant surroundings. While I’m sitting there, I notice a few droplets of water dripping from the faucet of the sink outside the stall, contributing to the overall slightly damp atmosphere of the restroom. The sound of my urine hitting the toilet water is the only thing that breaks the relative silence within the stall. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After finishing, I reach for some toilet paper. The roll is a bit rough and thin, but it does the job. I clean myself up, making sure to leave the stall in as good a condition as possible. Once I'm done, I can hear the distant chatter and music from the club as I prepare to exit the stall. I take a moment to compose myself before leaving the restroom, feeling a mix of relief and discomfort from the overall experience. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> <li>[[Throw up|Vomit Club Womens Stall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall_v.jpg"/> The moment nausea hits me, the cramped and somewhat dingy stall feels like it’s closing in. I clutch the edge of the stained sink for support, my breathing becoming rapid and shallow. The mixture of the restroom’s stale air, the faint smell of cleaning products, and the strong odor of my own drink is overwhelming. I bend over and start to vomit into the toilet, the contents of my stomach making a splashing sound as they hit the water. The sight and sound of my own sickness mixing with the unpleasant smells of the restroom heighten my sense of discomfort. The bathroom floor around the toilet has some stray paper towels and spots, making my mess feel even more pronounced. As I sit back down on the cold, somewhat grimy toilet seat, I feel a wave of cold sweat on my forehead. The restroom’s atmosphere feels increasingly stifling, with the remnants of my sickness adding to the already faintly unpleasant environment. The distant sounds of club music and muffled conversations seem to filter through the walls, adding to the sense of disconnection from the rest of the lively scene outside. Once I’ve finished, I take a moment to compose myself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. I know it’s best to leave this unpleasant place and return to the club, or at least make some attempt to clean up the situation. <ul> <li>[[Clean up a bit|CleanUp Club WS]]</li> </ul> <<set $drunkenness = Math.max(0, $drunkenness - 50)>>

In the cramped stall, I find myself overwhelmed by a powerful urge that demands attention. The environment around me, though far from clean, offers a sense of privacy. The graffiti-splattered walls and the dim light from the overhead bulb create long, unsettling shadows that dance across the space. The muffled thump of music and distant chatter from the club outside filters through the thin walls, mingling with the occasional drip from a leaky faucet nearby. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I take a deep breath, trying to push aside the discomfort of my surroundings. With one hand, I hike up my skirt and plant my foot on the edge of the toilet seat. My back presses against the cold, grimy wall as I balance myself. The feel of the dirty surface behind me adds an extra layer of tension, but I push it aside as I begin to touch myself. My fingers move slowly at first, exploring with a deliberate rhythm as I try to find some pleasure despite the less-than-ideal conditions. The ambient noise of the restroom—distant voices, occasional laughter, and the faint pulse of the club’s music—forms a strange backdrop to my growing arousal. The stall's walls seem to close in around me as I focus on the sensations coursing through my body, blocking out the unpleasant odors and unsettling atmosphere. As the intensity of my actions increases, the harsh lighting and unsanitary surroundings become a distant blur. I concentrate on the rhythm of my movements, each touch more focused than the last. The cramped space and awkward positioning only heighten the sensations, adding an unexpected thrill to the experience. Finally, as I reach my peak, a soft sigh escapes me. The oppressive atmosphere of the stall and the noises from the club seep back into my awareness, but I don’t mind. I take a moment to catch my breath, feeling a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment wash over me as I straighten up and regain my composure. <ul> <li>[[Exit the restroom stall|Club Toilet Isla]]</li> </ul> <<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_cleanup.jpg"/> After my experience in the restroom, I know I need to tidy up before leaving. The stall and its conditions weren’t ideal, but I make do with what’s available. I step out of the stall and grab a few grimy paper towels from the sink area. The towels are stained and slightly damp, adding to the sense of discomfort. As I start wiping myself off, I notice that the restroom is momentarily empty. The faint, muffled sound of club music and distant chatter provides a background soundtrack to my task. The poor lighting and the damp feel of the towels contribute to an overall sense of unpleasantness. <<if !$drunkGirlEncounter>> While I’m busy cleaning up, the door to the restroom swings open with a loud creak. A drunken young woman, dressed in a provocatively disheveled outfit, stumbles in. Her eyes are glassy, and she looks around with a mix of confusion and amusement. When she spots me, she bursts into loud, mocking laughter. "Well, well, look at this!" she slurs, swaying as she approaches. "What do we have here, huh? A real piece of work, aren’t you? Did you get lost or are you just one of those, like, desperate girls? I didn’t know they let your kind in here. Or are you just a pathetic mess looking for attention?" She continues, her voice dripping with contempt. "Oh, look at you, all covered in grime and trying to clean yourself up. How charming! Did you think you’d find some dignity in this dump? You must be a real joke if you’re hanging around here looking like that!" She takes a step closer, her smirk widening. "And what, exactly, are you doing here? Trying to impress someone or just wallowing in your own filth? Maybe you’re one of those restroom girls who just needs a quick fix. What a sad, pathetic display." With a final sneer, she adds, "Hey, how about this—I'll give you ten bucks if you lick my feet clean. You look like you could use the cash, and I could use a good laugh. What do you say, loser?" She laughs again, clearly enjoying her own cruel humor. Trying to keep my composure, I finish cleaning up with the dirty towels and toss them into the overflowing trash can. The young woman’s harsh words and mocking laughter intensify the already unpleasant atmosphere of the restroom. With a deep breath and a final look at the mess around me, I head for the door, eager to escape this humiliating situation. <<set $drunkGirlEncounter = true>><<endif>> <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_business.jpg"/> I quietly approached the table where a few well-dressed men were deeply engrossed in conversation. Their voices were low, almost a whisper, but as I drew closer, I caught snippets of their discussion. The word "drugs" slipped into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to blend into the shadows, straining to hear more without drawing attention to myself. Just as I was about to pick up on more details, one of the men suddenly turned his gaze toward me. His eyes were cold and calculating, and his voice dropped to a chilling, grave tone. “You lost, sweetheart?” he asked, his words slicing through the air like a knife. I froze, realizing I’d been caught. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I stammered, trying to backpedal out of the situation. The tension around the table became palpable as the other men glanced at me with suspicion. “Do yourself a favor and get lost before you find yourself in deeper trouble,” the man warned, his tone leaving no room for argument. I felt a wave of unease wash over me, knowing it was best not to push my luck any further. <ul> <li>[[Back away from the table and return to the smoking room|Smoking Room]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_lonefigure.jpg"/> I decide to approach the lone figure sitting quietly at a corner table. As I get closer, I notice him nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes scanning the room with a calm, measured gaze. His presence is oddly magnetic, and I find myself drawn to the air of mystery surrounding him. Just as I’m about to get close enough to make out more details, a large, imposing figure suddenly joins him at the table. The newcomer is a burly, heavyset black man, his movements deliberate and confident. Without saying much, he sits down across from the lone figure, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. Their conversation is low and cryptic, with words exchanged that I can’t quite make out. I try to listen in, but the murmur of the club drowns out most of what they say. Despite this, the tension between the two is palpable. Before I can piece together what’s happening, the larger man casually tosses a thick bundle of cash onto the table. The lone figure, unperturbed, reaches into his jacket and discreetly slides a small, inconspicuous package across the table in return. It’s clear to me now that something illicit is taking place, and my instincts scream at me to steer clear. Realizing that this is not a situation I want to involve myself in, I decide to back away quietly, hoping to remain unnoticed. <ul> <li>[[Step away from the table and return to the smoking room|Smoking Room]]</li> </ul>

I take a moment to browse the electronics store, my eyes wandering over the latest gadgets and devices neatly displayed on the shelves. Sleek smartphones, cutting-edge laptops, and high-tech accessories catch my attention as I move through the aisles. Each item seems to promise innovation and convenience, tempting me to explore their features further. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/smartphone.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Smartphone"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 480>> [[Buy Smartphone ($480 after discount)|Buy Smartphone]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $480) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 600>> [[Buy Smartphone ($600)|Buy Smartphone]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $600) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Smartphone. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/home_computer.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Home Computer"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 800>> [[Buy Home Computer ($800 after discount)|Buy Home Computer]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $800) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 1000>> [[Buy Home Computer ($1000)|Buy Home Computer]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $1000) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Home Computer. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/laptop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Laptop"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 640>> [[Buy Laptop ($640 after discount)|Buy Laptop]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $640) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 800>> [[Buy Laptop ($800)|Buy Laptop]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $800) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Laptop. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/camera.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Camera"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 400>> [[Buy Camera ($400 after discount)|Buy Camera]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $400) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 500>> [[Buy Camera ($500)|Buy Camera]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $500) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Camera. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/video_camera.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Video Camera"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 560>> [[Buy Video Camera ($560 after discount)|Buy Video Camera]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $560) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 700>> [[Buy Video Camera ($700)|Buy Video Camera]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $700) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Video Camera. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/recorder.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Recorder"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 160>> [[Buy Voice Recorder ($160 after discount)|Buy Recorder]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $160) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 200>> [[Buy Voice Recorder ($200)|Buy Recorder]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $200) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Recorder. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/webcam.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Webcam"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 48>> [[Buy Webcam ($120 after discount)|Buy Webcam]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $48) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 60>> [[Buy Webcam ($150)|Buy Webcam]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $60) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Webcam. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/microphone.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Microphone"))>> <<if $discountEventTriggered>> <<if $money >= 160>> [[Buy Microphone ($160 after discount)|Buy Microphone]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost after discount: $160) <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= 200>> [[Buy Microphone ($200)|Buy Microphone]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $200) <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Microphone. <</if>> </div> </div> <ul> <<if !$discountEventTriggered>><li>[[Talk to a sales consultant|Talk ES Consultant]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Return to the store|Mall Electronics Store]]</li> </ul>

I spend some time wandering through the store, admiring the array of electronics on display. Unfortunately, most of the items are quite expensive, which dampens my spirits a bit. Just as I’m about to give up, a sales consultant approaches me with a friendly smile. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_talk.jpg"/> "Have you found anything you like?" he asks, his eyes scanning the products around me. "The prices are quite high. I’m still just browsing," I reply, feeling a bit awkward. The consultant nods sympathetically, then his gaze lingers on me with a hint of a smirk. "Yes, the prices are indeed steep. But, as you can imagine, being located in the city center means we have to cover the high rent," he says, gesturing towards the store’s luxurious interior. "However, for charming customers like yourself, we occasionally offer special promotions." He leans in closer and whispers conspiratorially, "Today, we have a special offer for attractive customers. If you’re interested, we could discuss it in my office. It might help you get a discount on all the items you like." His smile widens as he waits for my response. <ul> <li>[[Agree and follow him to his office for the discount offer|ESConsultantOffice]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline and continue browsing the store|Mall Electronics Store]]</li> </ul> <<set $visitedConsultant = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 480>><<set $money -= 480>><<if !$inventory.includes("Smartphone")>><<set $inventory.push("Smartphone")>><</if>> I take advantage of the discount and purchase the Smartphone for $480. It's a great deal, and I quickly add it to my inventory. <<else>> I check my wallet, but unfortunately, I don't have enough money to buy the Smartphone, even with the discount. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 600>><<set $money -= 600>><<if !$inventory.includes("Smartphone")>><<set $inventory.push("Smartphone")>><</if>> I decide to spend $600 and buy the Smartphone, adding it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to purchase the Smartphone. Maybe another time. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 800>><<set $money -= 800>><<if !$inventory.includes("Home Computer")>><<set $inventory.push("Home Computer")>><</if>> After earning a discount in a rather unconventional way with the consultant, I buy the Home Computer for $800. It's a significant saving, and I quickly add it to my inventory. <<else>> I check my balance but realize I don't have enough money to buy the Home Computer, even with the discount. Maybe next time. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 1000>><<set $money -= 1000>><<if !$inventory.includes("Home Computer")>><<set $inventory.push("Home Computer")>><</if>> I spend $1000 on the Home Computer and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to afford the Home Computer right now. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 640>><<set $money -= 640>><<if !$inventory.includes("Laptop")>><<set $inventory.push("Laptop")>><</if>> Thanks to the discount I managed to get after my little "interaction" with the consultant, I buy the Laptop for $640 and add it to my inventory. It feels like a great deal, and I can't help but feel a bit proud of myself for making it happen. <<else>> I check my wallet but realize I don’t have enough money for the Laptop, even with the discount. Frustrating. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 800>><<set $money -= 800>><<if !$inventory.includes("Laptop")>><<set $inventory.push("Laptop")>><</if>> I pay $800 for the Laptop and add it to my inventory. It’s a big expense, but I’ll definitely make good use of it. <<else>> I don’t have enough money for the Laptop right now. Maybe next time. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 400>><<set $money -= 400>><<if !$inventory.includes("Camera")>><<set $inventory.push("Camera")>><</if>> After securing a discount by "convincing" the consultant, I pay $400 for the Camera and add it to my inventory. It’s a great deal, and I can’t wait to start using it. <<else>> I check my balance and realize that even with the discount, I don’t have enough money to buy the Camera. A wave of disappointment washes over me. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 500>><<set $money -= 500>><<if !$inventory.includes("Camera")>><<set $inventory.push("Camera")>><</if>> I hand over $500 for the Camera and add it to my inventory. It’s a little pricey, but I know it’s worth every penny. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the Camera right now. Maybe next time. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 560>><<set $money -= 560>><<if !$inventory.includes("Video Camera")>><<set $inventory.push("Video Camera")>><</if>> Thanks to the "favor" I did for the consultant, I only need to pay $560 for the Video Camera. I hand over the cash and add the camera to my inventory. It's a bargain, and I'm excited to start using it. <<else>> I check my wallet, but even with the discount, I don't have enough money to buy the Video Camera. I'll have to wait a bit longer. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 700>><<set $money -= 700>><<if !$inventory.includes("Video Camera")>><<set $inventory.push("Video Camera")>><</if>> I hand over $700 for the Video Camera, knowing it's a solid investment. I add it to my inventory, eager to start filming. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the Video Camera. Looks like I'll have to save up a bit more. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 160>><<set $money -= 160>><<if !$inventory.includes("Recorder")>><<set $inventory.push("Recorder")>><</if>> The deal I got from the consultant brings the price down to $160. I hand over the cash and add the Recorder to my inventory. It feels like a good investment, and I can already think of a few situations where it'll come in handy. <<else>> Even with the discount, I don't have enough money to buy the Recorder. I'll have to come back for it later. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 200>><<set $money -= 200>><<if !$inventory.includes("Recorder")>><<set $inventory.push("Recorder")>><</if>> I hand over $200 for the Recorder, adding it to my inventory. It's a simple but valuable tool, and I'm excited to put it to use. <<else>> I check my funds, but I'm still short. I'll need to save up more to get the Recorder. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/meet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The salesman and I step into his private office, a space filled with an assortment of furniture and equipment. The room is impeccably organized, with a large desk at the center, surrounded by shelves packed with tech gadgets and office supplies. Various items, from high-end electronics to stacks of paperwork, are neatly arranged. He gestures towards his chair behind the desk and settles into it, clearly at ease in his workspace. I take in the impressive array of equipment and the professional ambiance of the office. With no other seating available, I decide to make myself comfortable by sitting on the edge of the desk. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/conversation.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The salesman leaned forward, a knowing smile on his face. "As I mentioned earlier, we have a special offer for charming customers like yourself. But let's be clear—you’re not a little girl. You understand what we're talking about here, don't you?" A twinge of unease crept in at his insinuation. Trying to play innocent, I tilted my head slightly and replied, "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch what you mean. Could you explain the offer a bit more? I'm not entirely sure I understand." The salesman’s smile faltered just a fraction, but he quickly regained his composure. "Of course," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Let me clarify the details for you." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/offer.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He muttered something under his breath, his expression shifting as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he reached into his trousers and pulled out his already erect and impressive cock. The sight was both unexpected and unsettling. Overcome with embarrassment, you quickly turned away from the spectacle, trying to regain your composure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/deal.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The salesman leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a smirk. “I don’t have much free time,” he said, “I’ve got to keep things running smoothly in the store. So here’s the deal: if you’re willing to give me a quick blowjob, I’ll give you a nice discount. It’s a simple exchange—good for both of us.” He paused, letting his words sink in, then added with a grin, “You know how it works. No need to make it complicated.” [[Agree to the proposal|Deal Consultant ES]] [[Refuse and return to the store|Mall Electronics Store]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Deciding that I didn’t have any extra money and recognizing that a discount on the expensive electronics wouldn’t be a bad deal, I made up my mind. I got up from the edge of the desk and, with a deep breath, lowered myself to my knees in front of him. The thought of saving some money on the costly items made the decision easier, even if it wasn’t the most conventional way to go about it. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/touch.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Looking into his eyes and seeing no trace of compassion or hesitation, I took a deep breath and reached out. Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, I placed my hand around his cock. It was a firm, daunting presence in my grip, and I tried to focus on the task at hand, determined to get through this as quickly as possible. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/pants.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But he suddenly interrupted me, saying, "Wait a moment," as he stood up from the chair. With deliberate movements, he began to remove his trousers, his hard cock swinging from side to side with each motion. As he settled back into his seat, his cock nearly brushed against my face, the close proximity making the situation even more intense and uncomfortable. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/lick.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Come on, little slut, if you want that discount, get to work," he said, his tone commanding and devoid of warmth. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of apprehension and determination. With a trembling hand, I gently licked the tip of his cock, tasting the slight salty pre-cum that had formed. I then began to work him over, my movements tentative at first, but gradually becoming more focused as I tried to fulfill his demand and earn the promised discount. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/suck.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I gathered my thoughts and steadied my nerves, I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could, starting to suck it slowly and deliberately. The familiar texture and warmth filled my senses, but then he unexpectedly shoved his finger into my mouth alongside his cock. I wasn't sure what he intended—perhaps testing the limits of my mouth or something else entirely. I paused my movements, surprised and slightly uncomfortable. He then inserted another finger, beginning to explore and probe my mouth, gently stroking my tongue with them as if assessing how well I could accommodate him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/throat.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Finally, when he seemed to calm down, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, allowing me to continue sucking his cock. I resumed my movements, trying to focus on the task at hand. However, he took firm hold of my head, guiding it forcefully as he began to push my mouth more aggressively onto his cock. His grip on me was insistent, and he started to control the rhythm and depth of my movements, making it clear that he wanted more direct and intense attention. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/balls.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, he said, “Be a good girl and lick my balls.” With a sinking feeling, I reluctantly moved my head down and started to lick his balls. The skin was warm and smooth, completely shaved and devoid of any hair. It was coated in a thin layer of sweat that made the taste even more unpleasant. My tongue glided over the bare, slightly salty skin, the texture unusually slick. His grip on my head tightened slightly as he watched me, clearly enjoying the control he had over me. I tried to focus on the task, my tongue working slowly and carefully over his sensitive skin. The salty taste lingered on my tongue, and I could feel him shifting slightly as I licked, his breathing growing heavier with each pass of my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/undress.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then he stood up, and I remained sitting obediently on his lap. He lifted my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it aside. He then reached for my bra, unclasping it with a swift motion and exposing my breasts. His hands began to knead them roughly, his fingers pressing and pinching without any tenderness. As he groped my breasts, he made lewd comments, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re really something, aren’t you? Just a little slut who’ll do anything for a discount,” he sneered. His touch was harsh and humiliating, each squeeze and pinch accompanied by mocking remarks. I felt a flush of embarrassment and discomfort, the degradation adding to the intensity of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/tits.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then he tore off my bra with a sudden, rough motion. I sat there, exposed with my breasts bare and my T-shirt bunched up over my lap, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. He continued to handle my breasts with a crude, possessive touch, his fingers squeezing and pinching them aggressively. As he fondled my bare chest, he made no attempt to hide his contempt. “Look at these,” he said derisively, his voice dripping with mockery. “Small and worthless. Not much to them, are there?” His hands continued their relentless assault, each squeeze and caress accompanied by demeaning comments about my body. The harshness of his words, combined with his aggressive touch, left me feeling degraded and helpless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After teasing and fondling my breasts with a mix of roughness and hunger, he gripped my head firmly with both hands. With a commanding force, he began to thrust into my mouth, pushing his erection deep down my throat. The sensation was overwhelming; each thrust stretched my mouth and throat to their limits, making me gag with every powerful motion. My eyes watered, and I struggled to catch my breath as he drove himself in relentlessly. The heat and pressure were intense, and I could feel every pulse of his arousal as he used me. The combination of pleasure and discomfort left me helpless, my body reacting instinctively to his forceful movements. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/facial.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, his breathing heavy and erratic. With a swift, practiced motion, he began to jerk himself off, his grip firm and quick. I watched helplessly as he built up to his climax, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. With a groan of release, he came explosively, his hot, sticky cum splattering across my face. It dripped down, soaking my hair and staining my clothes, leaving a messy, glistening trail of his release all over me. The sensation of his cum against my skin was both overwhelming and intimate, marking me with his complete satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/clean.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then he sneered down at me, his voice dripping with condescension as he said, "Clean my cock, you worthless slut." With my face smeared in thick, glistening cum, I complied without hesitation. As I leaned in, the cum on my face felt cold and sticky against my skin, making the task even more demeaning. I began to lick his cock clean, each swipe of my tongue removing his release. He watched with a smirk, taunting me as I worked. "Lick it all up, you pathetic creature," he jeered, "I want to see every last bit gone." The taste of his cum was acrid and overpowering, and the humiliation of the situation weighed heavily on me as I diligently cleaned him. My mouth and lips glided over him, making sure not a single drop was left. The entire process was a stark reminder of my submissive position, marked by his satisfaction and my own degradation. Afterwards, he gave me a few moments to compose myself, his gaze cold and disdainful. "Wipe that cum off your pathetic face and clean up that mess on your clothes," he ordered, his tone dripping with contempt. I scrambled to find a cloth and hurriedly began scrubbing away the evidence of his release, my face flushed with embarrassment. As I cleaned, he continued to belittle me, "You’re not even close to being the worst cocksucker I’ve seen, but that doesn’t mean you were any good. Just another disappointing slut, really." His insults cut deep, and each word added to the sting of my humiliation. "I’m sorry... I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectations," I said, my voice trembling. "I’ll clean up quickly, I promise." "Hurry up," he snapped, "I don’t have all day to watch you clean yourself like the pathetic excuse for a woman you are." When he finally decided I had done enough, he led me back to the main area with a mocking smile. "Well, since you managed to get yourself through this disgraceful display, you’ve earned a 20% discount on everything in the store," he said, his voice laced with derision. "Not that it’s going to make you feel any better. You’re still a worthless piece of shit in my eyes." The discount was a hollow consolation, and though the transaction was complete, the sting of his words and the shame I felt lingered heavily. [[Go away|Mall Electronics Store]] <<set $discountEventTriggered = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>><img src="img/locations/home/computer_night.jpg"/> My eyes feel heavy from staring at the screen for so long. It's late, the room is quiet, and I know I should probably get some rest. [[Turn off the computer|Bedroom]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I power up my computer, the familiar hum of the machine filling the room with a comforting sound. As the screen flickers to life, its soft glow washes over me, making the space feel a little less lonely. I settle into my chair, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to dive into whatever the digital world has in store for me. <ul><li>[[Chat with friends on social media|Social Media]]</li> <li>[[Play online games|Play Games]]</li> <li>[[Browse job search websites|JobSearch]]</li> <li>[[Take an online course|Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Watch a movie|Watch Movie]]</li> <li>[[Watch some porn|Watch Porn Home]]</li> <li>[[Check Email|Check Email]]</li> <li>[[Start streaming|Start Streaming]]</li> <<if $subscriberEmailRead>><li>[[Start webcam streaming|Start Webcam Streaming]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Return to the bedroom|Bedroom]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I open my favorite social media app, and the familiar interface greets me. Notifications pop up one after another, and I quickly scan through them, catching up on the latest updates from my friends. The chat window is blinking with a few unread messages. I start typing, engaging in casual conversations: <div style="margin-left: 1.5em;"> [Emily]: "Hey! Long time no see! How have you been?" [You]: "Yeah, it's been a while! I've been busy, but good. How about you?" [Sophia]: "I saw your post about the new job! How's it going so far?" [You]: "Thanks! It's going pretty well, still getting used to everything, though." [Olivia]: "I was just reminiscing about our high school days. Remember that time we all went to the beach?" [You]: "Oh, definitely! Those were some great times. We should plan something like that again soon." </div> After some time, I feel a bit more connected with my friends, even though it’s just online chatter. It’s nice to stay in touch. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Return to the computer|Computer]]

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/><<if $techSavvy < 50>><<set $techSavvy += 4>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> <<if $techSavvy < 10>> I struggle with the game mechanics, barely able to keep up with the action. My teammates aren't shy about expressing their frustration, calling me out for my poor performance. It's not exactly the most fun I've had gaming, but at least I tried. <<elseif $techSavvy >= 10 and $techSavvy < 30>> Though I'm still not great at the game, I manage to avoid the worst mistakes. I'm no longer the target of my teammates' scorn, but I'm also far from being a valuable player. It's a bit frustrating, but I'm getting better. <<elseif $techSavvy >= 30 and $techSavvy < 50>> I play through the game with decent skill, finally getting the hang of the mechanics. I manage to hold my own and even enjoy myself as I get more comfortable with the controls and strategies. <<elseif $techSavvy >= 50 and $techSavvy < 80>> My skills are impressive, and my teammates take notice. I'm a solid player, contributing to the team's success and even receiving some praise for my performance. Gaming has become a fun and rewarding experience. <<else>> I dominate the game, leaving my teammates in awe of my skill. They can't believe how good I am, with some even joking that I must be cheating. I'm at the top of my game, and it feels incredible. <</if>> [[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I started browsing the job listing website, and while many of the positions were out of my reach due to age, experience, or skills, I found a few options that might work for me: <ul> <li>Job as a leaflet distributor in the park. For details, visit the Hot Dog Cafe.</li> <li>Job as a waitress at Bean & Blossom Cafe. For details, contact the manager.</li> <li>Job as a bar assistant at The Rusty Anchor. For details, talk to Robert, the bartender.</li> <li>Job as a courier or kitchen assistant at Viva Napoli Pizzeria. For more information, ask one of the waitstaff.</li> </ul> After considering these options, I decide to either apply for one of these jobs or explore other possibilities. <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I sit down at the computer and navigate to the online learning platform. The site offers a variety of courses to improve my skills and knowledge. A few options catch my eye. I can choose a course to start learning or return to explore other options. <ul> <li>[[Start the Programming Course ($20 per lesson)|StartProgrammingCourse]]</li> <li>[[Start the Public Speaking Course ($10 per lesson)|StartPublicSpeakingCourse]]</li> <li>[[Start the Cooking Course ($10 per lesson)|StartCookingCourse]]</li> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I decide to watch a movie. I settle in comfortably and start the film. As the movie plays for a few hours, I find relaxation and entertainment in the unfolding story. I enjoy the experience, feeling a sense of leisure and escapism wash over me. When the movie ends, I feel refreshed and ready to return to my other activities. <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in some adult content. I navigate to my favorite adult website and find a video that catches my interest. I sit back and relax, enjoying the visual stimulation as the video plays. After some time, I finish watching and feel a sense of satisfaction. I close the website and return to my previous activities. <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> <<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I decide to start the Programming Course. <<if $programmingLessonsCompleted < 10>><<if $money >= 20>><<set $intellect += 1>><<set $techSavvy += 1>><<set $techSavvy to Math.min($techSavvy, 100)>><<set $programmingLessonsCompleted += 1>><<set $money -= 20>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> You complete a lesson and pay $20. You have now completed <<print $programmingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s). <<else>> You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson. <</if>> <<else>> I have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I decide to start the Public Speaking Course. <<if $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted < 10>><<if $money >= 10>><<set $charisma += 1>><<set $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted += 1>><<set $money -= 10>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> You complete a lesson and pay $10. You have now completed <<print $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s). <<else>> You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson. <</if>> <<else>> I have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I decide to start the Cooking Course. <<if $cookingLessonsCompleted < 10>><<if $money >= 10>><<set $cooking += 1>><<set $cookingLessonsCompleted += 1>><<set $money -= 10>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> You complete a lesson and pay $10. You have now completed <<print $cookingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s). <<else>> You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson. <</if>> <<else>> I have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/> The sound of the dripping faucet is driving me to the brink. Grabbing the phone with a sense of urgency, I hastily flip through the worn pages of my phone book, frustration building as each plumber’s number I dial either goes straight to voicemail or rings endlessly without an answer. After what feels like the hundredth attempt, I finally hear a click on the other end—a plumber picked up. But by now, my patience has completely evaporated. "Finally! Do you know how many damn calls I’ve made trying to reach someone? I’ve got a kitchen that’s turning into a swimming pool, and if you don’t get your ass over here fast, I’ll be drowning in it!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> There’s a brief pause, and I can hear the plumber hesitating before responding. I don’t give him a chance to say much before I cut him off. "Listen, I don’t care if you’re busy or if it’s inconvenient. This is an emergency, and I need it fixed now. If you can’t handle that, tell me right now so I can find someone who can!" My tone is sharp, aggressive, and leaves little room for argument. The plumber, clearly taken aback, tries to assure me that he’ll be there as soon as possible, but I’m not done yet. "Yeah, you’d better be. And don’t you dare be late, or there’ll be hell to pay. I’ve been trying to get this fixed for hours, and I’m not waiting another minute more than I have to!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With that, I slam the phone down, my anger still simmering as I pace around the room. The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly as I wait, every drop of water from the leaky faucet a maddening reminder of my situation. Finally, just as my patience is about to snap completely, the doorbell rings. Relief washes over me, but it’s mixed with the lingering frustration of the ordeal I’ve just been through. [[Answer the door|Open Door For Plumber]]

I yank the door open, not even bothering to wait for the second ring of the doorbell. Standing there is a young, muscular man in his early thirties, easily a head taller than me. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, and his confident stance only adds to my irritation. Before he can even say a word, I snap at him, "About fucking time you got here! What the hell took you so long?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my tone, but keeps his cool, nodding slightly as he steps inside. Without waiting for an invitation, I turn on my heel and stomp towards the kitchen, throwing a glare over my shoulder. "Move it. The damn sink's been leaking for hours, and now my kitchen's a fucking swamp because of you idiots!" As I reach the kitchen, I point aggressively at the growing puddle on the floor, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enjoy your handiwork. You better fix this shit fast, or I swear, I'll have your job for this!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He sets down his toolkit and begins working silently, but my foul mood is far from subsiding. I stand over him, arms crossed, my eyes burning into the back of his head. "Don't just stand there like a fucking idiot. Get it done! What are you, a damn rookie? How hard can it be to fix a goddamn sink?" The plumber, clearly annoyed but keeping his composure, tries to calm me down. "Ma'am, I’ll take care of it, but I need to do it properly. Rushing won't help." His calm response only fuels my anger more. I continue to hurl insults, muttering under my breath about how useless the company is and how I can't believe I'm stuck dealing with this shit. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, just as I'm about to unleash another tirade, my phone rings. "For fuck's sake, what now?" I hiss, stepping out of the kitchen to answer it. The call turns out to be a telemarketer, which only adds to my frustration. "Go fuck yourself!" I shout into the phone before hanging up and storming back to the kitchen. The sight that greets me nearly sends me over the edge. The plumber is casually perched on my kitchen counter, his phone in hand, chatting away as if he doesn't have a care in the world. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I scream, marching up to him. "I didn't hire you to sit around like some lazy asshole! Get your shit together, finish the job, and get the hell out of my house!" <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> He looks down at me, completely unfazed by my outburst, and with a calm but firm tone, interrupts me, "The job’s done. The leak's fixed. $150 for the repair." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <ul> <<if $money >= 150>> <li>[[Pay the plumber|Pay Plumber]]</li> <li>[[Say you won't pay|No Money Plumber]]</li> <li>[[Try to negotiate with the plumber|Negotiate Plumber]]</li> <<else>> <li>[[Say you won't pay|No Money Plumber]]</li> <li>[[Try to negotiate with the plumber|Negotiate Plumber]]</li> <</if>> </ul>

I stand there, still fuming, knowing I can’t avoid paying. "Alright, how much do I owe you for this mess?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from trembling with anger. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The plumber, maintaining his composure, tells me, "$150 for the repair." It’s a standard fee for a basic sink repair. With an exaggerated sigh, I dig through my wallet and pull out the cash. I shove the money towards him with a look of disgust. "Here’s your damn payment. I hope it’s worth it for you to deal with an ungrateful customer like me." The plumber accepts the money without a word, his expression remaining neutral. "Thank you for your payment. I appreciate it." I can’t help but continue my tirade. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure you don’t leave a mess behind. I don’t need any more of your crap in my kitchen." I practically shove him towards the door, my patience worn thin. As he starts to pack up his tools, I stand close by, glaring at him. "And don’t you think for a second that I’m going to forget how much of a hassle this was. You better not make a habit of this crap." The plumber, now visibly eager to leave, quickly finishes up and heads for the door. "I hope the rest of your day goes better." I follow him, making sure he’s really leaving. "Yeah, good riddance. Get out of here and don’t ever come back. I’m done with you and your pathetic excuses." With a final slam of the door, I watch him walk away, the silence in my kitchen now a small comfort after the storm of frustration. <<set $sinkFixed = true>><<set $money = $money - 150>> [[Return to the living room|Living Room]]

I stand there, fuming with rage, glaring at the plumber. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I’m not paying you a damn cent for this mess!" I shout, my voice filled with venom. The plumber, trying to stay calm despite my hostility, responds, "$150 for the repair." I scoff in disbelief, my anger boiling over. "Are you serious? I’m not giving you any money. Your so-called 'repair' has been a complete disaster. Your service is worthless!" The plumber tries to reason with me, but his patience is wearing thin. "I’m not leaving until I get paid. I did the work, and you owe me for it." My fury escalates, and I storm up to him, glaring up at his towering figure. "Are you fucking kidding me? I told you to get out of my place! You’re nothing but a fucking scam artist. Get the hell out of here and don’t come back!" I shove him with all my might, my face red with anger. The plumber, towering over me by a good head and a half, stands his ground. Despite my attempts to push him out, he remains unmoved. Driven to his limit, he grabs me by the shoulders with a firm grip, his eyes blazing with frustration. He yanks me roughly towards him, pinning me against him. "Listen, I’m not leaving until I’m paid. You can’t treat people like this and expect them to walk away without compensation." I’m caught off guard by his sudden aggression, feeling a mix of fear and anger. His close proximity and intense stare only fuel my rage further. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I stand there, trembling with fury, unable to even look at the plumber as he stands behind me. "You’re out of your fucking mind! I’m not paying you a damn cent for this mess!" I shout, my voice filled with venom. The plumber, clearly losing patience but trying to stay composed, responds, "$150 for the repair." I scoff and sneer, my anger reaching a boiling point. "Not a chance. Your so-called 'repair' was a disaster, and you don’t deserve a penny. Get out of my place and never come back!" The plumber’s expression darkens as he steps closer. "If you won’t pay in cash, I’ll take something else." Before I can react, he roughly grabs me from behind. I feel his hands groping me through my dress, and my heart races with shock and disgust. He suddenly yanks my dress up, exposing my panties and bare chest. As he begins to grope my exposed body, I try to struggle and hurl insults at him. "You sick bastard! Get your filthy hands off me!" But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he forces his strong hand over my mouth, silencing my protests. I feel his fingers pressing down, his touch violating and relentless, while I squirm and try to push him away. The plumber continues to touch me without any regard for my dignity, leaving me feeling utterly powerless and humiliated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The plumber roughly turns me to face him, his grip on my shoulders firm and unyielding. With a menacing look, he forces me down onto my knees, making me feel utterly powerless. “This is what you get for being such a spoiled little shit,” he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. I try to avoid eye contact, but he makes sure I can't look away. He begins to unfasten his trousers right in front of my face, his actions brazen and humiliating. “Maybe now you’ll learn some fucking respect,” he taunts as he exposes himself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as he continues to assert his dominance. The situation is degrading beyond belief, and my sense of humiliation deepens with each passing second. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the plumber finally releases his grip on my mouth, I waste no time launching a new barrage of insults. “You pathetic piece of trash! You think you can—” My words are cut off as he swiftly pulls out his erect cock from his trousers and forces it into my open mouth. I gag and struggle against him, but he doesn’t relent. His grip on my head tightens as he begins to thrust his cock forcefully down my throat. “Shut the fuck up and take it, you worthless cunt!” he growls, his voice filled with a cruel satisfaction. The situation becomes unbearably degrading as he continues to push deeper, ignoring my muffled protests and the tears streaming down my face. My attempts to retaliate are futile against his overpowering presence, and the humiliation of the act leaves me feeling utterly violated and powerless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> For a brief moment, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, smirking down at me with a sadistic grin. He taps it roughly against my lips, making me wince at the sensation. “Look at you, all mouth and no respect,” he taunts with a mocking tone. Then, without warning, he shoves it back into my mouth, but this time, he avoids my throat. Instead, he begins to push it against the inside of my cheek, stretching my mouth and forcing me to feel every inch of him. He slaps his cock against my cheek repeatedly, the sound echoing with each cruel impact. “How’s this for a lesson, you worthless bitch? Try not to choke on it this time!” The humiliation and discomfort mount as he continues this demeaning act. Eventually, he grows impatient and thrusts deeply into my throat once more. The sudden pressure causes tears to spring to my eyes as I struggle to breathe, my face flushed with both shame and the effort of trying to endure his brutal assault. The plumber’s harsh thrusts and degrading comments make the situation unbearably humiliating, leaving me feeling utterly violated and powerless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He abruptly pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath. With a cruel smirk, he forces my head down, guiding me lower. “Since you’ve been such a little bitch, why don’t you show me how well you can clean up?” he sneers. I’m forced to lower my head and begin licking his sweaty, salty balls. The taste is rancid, and the heat from his skin only adds to my humiliation. He mocks me further as I work, “That’s right, you filthy whore. Lick them clean like the pathetic slut you are. I bet you’ve never had to do something this degrading before.” He continues to taunt me, his voice dripping with contempt. “Make sure you get every last drop of my sweat. I want to see you grovel and beg for mercy. Show me how much you really deserve to be treated like this!” The combination of his taunts and the degrading act leaves me feeling utterly humiliated and dehumanized, as I'm forced to endure the lowest form of servitude. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He revels in the pleasure of feeling my tongue work on his sweaty, salty balls, clearly enjoying every moment of your degradation. With a satisfied grin, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and looks down at me with contempt. “Good little whore,” he sneers, “Now open that filthy mouth of yours and stick out your tongue.” His voice drips with mockery as he watches me comply, my tongue trembling with humiliation. He takes his erect cock and begins to slap it against my outstretched tongue, each smack resonating with a degrading sound. “How does that feel, you pathetic slut? Get used to it, this is all you’re good for,” he taunts, enjoying the way his cock smacks against my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He seized my hair in a brutal grip, yanking my head back as he dragged us across the room like a plaything. His cock, glistening with our drool, was shoved roughly against my tongue, forcing me to taste him as he mocked our helplessness. He didn't just grab my hair; he used it to lift us up, a painful reminder of his control, before roughly yanking my dress down once more, exposing my trembling body to his gaze. His hands were everywhere, groping my breasts and pussy through the flimsy barrier of my panties, his touch a cruel tease that sent waves of humiliation through me. With a wicked grin, he spun me around, slamming my body against the cold, hard surface of the kitchen table. The impact left me dazed, but he gave no time for recovery. In one swift, savage motion, he ripped my panties away, leaving me utterly exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. His mouth descended between my thighs, his tongue invading my pussy as he drenched it with his saliva. Just as I began to surrender to the sensation, he pulled away abruptly, leaving me aching and desperate. Without warning, he slapped me hard on the ass, the sting of the blow searing into my skin and leaving a bright red mark as a reminder of my place beneath him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I remained bent over, my body trembling as I leaned against the kitchen table, utterly exposed and at his mercy. He wasted no time, thrusting into my pussy with brutal force, each motion sending a jolt of pain and shame through me. His cock stretched me, filling me completely as he pounded me with relentless, harsh strokes, each one a reminder of my helplessness. "You're nothing but a slut, aren't you?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he thrust deeper, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoing through the room. "Bent over like a bitch in heat, just begging for it. Is this all you're good for?" Each thrust felt like a violation, his savage movements reducing me to nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. The degrading words cut deep, his voice a constant reminder of how powerless I was. "Look at you, taking it like the filthy whore you are," he spat, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it hurt. "You're nothing but a toy for me to use, a fuckhole made for my cock. Tell me, how does it feel to be fucked like the worthless slut you are?" His words burned as much as the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, each one driving home the reality of my situation. Bent over, fucked, and humiliated, I could do nothing but endure, every degrading insult and painful thrust reducing me further into submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the neck, his grip tightening as he slammed my face against the cold kitchen table, forcing me to submit completely. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he leaned in, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he shoved a finger into my cheek, prying my mouth open. "Open wide, slut. You’re going to take everything I give you," he growled, his voice thick with contempt. He added another finger, stretching my mouth painfully wide, making me feel small and helpless. His other hand found its way to my mouth as well, shoving more fingers inside, forcing my lips apart even further. My mouth was stretched open, gagging on his fingers as he continued to fuck me, each brutal thrust driving me deeper into a haze of humiliation. "Look at you, drooling all over my fingers like the filthy little whore you are," he mocked, his tone dripping with cruelty. "You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a dumb bitch who’s good for nothing but spreading her legs and opening her mouth." The rough invasion of my mouth with his fingers, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, made me feel utterly degraded. He kept thrusting into me, his fingers pulling at my lips, forcing them to stay open, while his hips slammed into my ass over and over again. I was nothing but a toy for his amusement, gagging and drooling around his fingers as he violated me in every way. "That’s it, keep your mouth open like the obedient slut you are," he sneered, his voice laced with satisfaction as he continued to fuck me, each degrading word sinking deep into my soul. "You’re nothing but my filthy little fucktoy, and you’re going to take everything I give you, whether you like it or not." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After he had his fill of playing with me in the kitchen, he grabbed me by the neck again, his grip firm and unyielding, dragging me towards the living room. I stumbled along, unable to resist, until he suddenly shoved me forward, sending me crashing onto the couch. I fell onto it, my body limp and compliant as I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. He roughly lifted my ass into the air, forcing me onto all fours, positioning me like the pathetic, obedient slut he saw me as. I could feel his eyes on me, filled with nothing but disdain and lust, as he lined himself up behind me. Without hesitation, he slammed into me, his cock driving deep inside, each thrust more brutal than the last. "Look at you, presenting that worthless ass like a bitch in heat," he spat, his voice filled with disgust. "This is exactly where you belong, on all fours, begging to be fucked. Isn’t that right, slut?" I could only gasp as he continued to pound into me, his hands gripping my hips so hard it felt like he was trying to leave a mark. Every brutal thrust sent waves of pain and humiliation through me, each one a reminder of how completely I was at his mercy. "You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren’t you? This is all you’re good for," he snarled, emphasizing his words with a vicious slap to my ass that stung like fire. The impact sent a jolt of pain through me, and he laughed at my reaction, enjoying every moment of my degradation. "Take it, slut. Take every inch of my cock like the filthy little bitch you are," he growled, his pace unrelenting. "You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over like the worthless fucktoy you’ve always been." With each painful slap to my ass, he drove his point home, his words cutting deep as he fucked me harder and faster. I was completely at his mercy, my body responding to his every command, reduced to nothing more than an object for his pleasure. "That’s it, keep that ass up, slut," he ordered, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. "You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love every second of it, because that’s all you’re good for—being my personal fucktoy, nothing more." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he continued to fuck me from behind, his thrusts relentless and brutal, he shoved two fingers into my mouth without warning. "Lick them clean, slut," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. I had no choice but to obey, my tongue swirling around his fingers as he continued to pound into me. The taste of his skin filled my mouth, a constant reminder of my submission, as he forced me to perform this degrading act. "Good little whore, that's it. You're only good for following orders, aren't you?" he sneered, watching as I licked his fingers, my mouth stretched wide around them. The humiliation burned in my chest, but I was powerless to resist. He suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed me by the throat, his grip tight and unforgiving as he slammed his cock into me even harder. My breath caught in my throat as he squeezed, the pressure making my head spin. Despite the choking grip, I found myself spitting out insults, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Shut your filthy mouth," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Before I could say another word, he clamped his hand over my mouth, silencing me completely. My muffled protests were useless as he used his other hand to hold me in place, his hips driving into me with renewed force. "You really don’t know when to keep quiet, do you, slut?" he taunted, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "But it doesn't matter. I’ll fuck that defiance out of you, one way or another." His pace quickened, each thrust more brutal than the last as he fucked me with a new level of intensity. The pressure of his hand over my mouth only heightened my helplessness, my muffled cries mixing with the sound of his hips slamming into me. "You're nothing but a noisy little whore who needs to be put in her place," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned over me. "And I'll make sure you know exactly what you are—just a fucktoy for me to use, nothing more." He kept his hand firmly over my mouth, stifling any sound I tried to make, while his other hand gripped my throat, his fingers digging into my skin. The pain, the choking, the relentless fucking—it all blurred together into a haze of humiliation and submission. He was in complete control, and there was nothing I could do but take it, every degrading word and brutal thrust driving me deeper into the reality of my situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me up from the couch with a rough, brutal strength. I barely had time to catch my breath before he forced me down onto my knees, his grip on my neck unyielding. "Get down where you belong, slut," he growled, his voice filled with disdain as he towered over me, holding me in place. My knees hit the floor hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through me, but he gave me no time to recover. With a cruel smirk, he shoved his cock towards my face, the unspoken command clear. "Open your mouth, whore," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. I hesitated for just a second, but his grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air until I had no choice but to comply. My lips parted, and he thrust his cock inside, filling my mouth in one swift motion. "That's it, take it all," he sneered, forcing me to suck him, my mouth stretched painfully around his length. "You’re nothing but a filthy little cock-sucker, aren’t you? This is exactly what you’re made for." He kept one hand on my throat, controlling my every movement, while the other tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked my mouth. I could feel the back of my throat aching as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my mouth with each brutal stroke. "Look at you, on your knees like a worthless whore, choking on my cock," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You love it, don’t you? Being used like the slut you are, gagging and drooling all over yourself. This is what you’re good for, nothing more." He pushed deeper, forcing me to take him all the way down, my throat constricting around him as I struggled to breathe. His hand on my throat kept me in place, his grip tight and unyielding as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop, slut," he commanded, his tone laced with a cruel satisfaction as he continued to thrust into my mouth. "You’re going to keep sucking until I’m done with you, because that’s all you’re worth—being my personal cock-sleeve, nothing more." The humiliation was overwhelming, my mind reeling from the degrading words and the painful way he held me in place, forcing me to take every inch. I was completely at his mercy, reduced to nothing more than a toy for him to use, kneeling before him, gagging and choking as he fucked my mouth with a sadistic pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The deeper he thrust his cock into my throat, the more uncontrollably the tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes were red and swollen, my vision blurred by the relentless assault as he forced himself further into my mouth. I could barely breathe, choking on his length as he held me in place, savoring my helplessness. "Look at you, crying like the pathetic little whore you are," he sneered, pulling his cock out just long enough for me to gasp for air, only to shove it back in again. "You can’t even handle a real cock, can you? Just a weak, useless slut who’s only good for one thing." Finally, he pulled out completely, his cock slick with my saliva, and stared down at me with a cruel smirk. "Enough of that," he ordered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Get down there and lick my balls, like the obedient little bitch you are." My throat was raw and aching from the brutal treatment, and the thought of taking him back into my mouth was almost unbearable. But I knew I had no choice. I had to obey. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and began to lick his balls, my tongue running over the salty, sweaty skin as I tried to appease him. "That’s more like it, slut," he said, his tone mocking as he watched me humiliate myself further. "Lick them clean. Get every last drop of sweat off, you filthy whore." The taste of his sweat filled my mouth, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat, but I forced myself to keep going. My tongue worked over every inch of his balls, desperate to avoid his wrath, knowing that refusing would only lead to more punishment. "You better do a good job, slut," he warned, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You don’t want to disappoint me, do you? After all, this is what you’re made for—serving me, pleasing me, no matter how disgusting it is." My tears continued to flow as I licked and sucked his balls, the humiliation overwhelming. Every degrading word, every demeaning command, drove home the reality of my situation. I was nothing to him but an object to be used, my worth measured only by how well I could please him. My body trembled as I continued to lick, my spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruel words and the degrading task he forced me to perform. "Good little whore," he sneered, his hand resting heavily on the back of my head, forcing me to stay in place. "Maybe you’re finally learning your place—on your knees, licking my balls like the worthless bitch you are." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But just as I thought it might be over, he roughly grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat again. I gagged as he pushed it further than before, forcing me to take every inch. Tears streamed down my face, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and pain as he held me there, his cock buried deep in my throat. "Did you really think you were done, slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I’m not finished with you yet. You’re going to take every bit of me, and you’re going to fucking like it." I could barely breathe, my throat on fire from the brutal treatment, but he didn’t care. He kept me there, his hand gripping my hair tightly as he thrust into my mouth with a cruel, unrelenting rhythm. The sound of my muffled gagging only seemed to spur him on, his pleasure evident in the sadistic smile on his face. "That’s right, choke on it, you filthy whore," he growled, his words cutting deep as he continued to use my mouth. "This is all you’re good for—taking my cock down your worthless throat." Finally, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air, my throat raw and aching. But he wasn’t done with me. With a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked me to my feet, his hands rough and unforgiving as he stripped me of my dress. The fabric tore as he ripped it from my body, leaving me standing there in nothing but my shoes. "You think you deserve to wear anything, slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You’re nothing but a naked, pathetic bitch, exposed for exactly what you are—a worthless piece of meat." He didn’t stop there. He quickly removed my shoes, his touch harsh and unkind, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. I stood there, trembling and humiliated, my body on full display for his cruel gaze. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my small, trembling breasts. "What a joke," he spat, his voice filled with contempt. "These pathetic little tits of yours are hardly worth noticing. You think you have anything to offer? Look at them—barely even a handful. You’re nothing but a flat-chested, worthless whore." He reached out and roughly squeezed my breasts, his touch cruel and mocking. "These tiny things are just a pathetic joke. You’re only good for spreading your legs and taking my cock, nothing more. Look at you—naked and useless, with nothing but a pair of tiny tits to show for it." He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my exposed body with a mixture of lust and disdain. "Get ready, slut," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "Because I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He settled into the couch and roughly pulled me on top of him, positioning me so that my legs were thrown over his thighs. Without any hesitation, he began to fuck me with a ruthless, aggressive pace as I straddled him, my body bouncing up and down with each brutal thrust. "Look at you, riding me like the filthy little whore you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you’re in control up there? You're nothing but my personal cock-sleeve, taking every inch I give you." He gripped my hips tightly, his strong hands digging into my flesh as he spread my ass cheeks apart. The pressure forced my anus open, leaving me feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. I could feel every inch of his cock as it slammed into me, the intensity of his thrusts making it impossible to think about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure and pain. "Spread those pathetic cheeks wider," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I want you to feel every bit of my cock, to know exactly how worthless you are. Your ass is just as useless as those tiny tits of yours." The humiliation was crushing, his cruel words cutting deep as he continued to use me. His hands moved with a brutal efficiency, pushing my ass cheeks apart further and further as he pounded into me with increasing speed. "You like that, don’t you, you little slut?" he taunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. "You’re just a plaything for me, to be used and discarded. My cock is the only thing you’re good for." His pace quickened, each thrust driving me harder into him as he dominated me completely. The sound of his harsh breathing and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a constant reminder of my degradation. "Keep riding, you worthless whore," he ordered, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop. Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a toy for my enjoyment." His relentless pounding and the cruel, mocking words made it clear that my only purpose was to be used for his pleasure, my own desires and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, trembling and utterly humiliated, my body fully at his mercy as he continued to use me without any regard for my own needs. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\21.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He slapped my ass hard and repeatedly, his hand coming down with brutal force until my cheeks were reddened and stinging. Each strike was followed by the relentless rhythm of me bouncing on his cock, my body jostling with every punishing thrust he gave. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "Red and raw, just how I like it. You’re nothing but a plaything for me, bouncing up and down on my cock like the pathetic little slut you are." With a sudden, rough motion, he tossed my body off of him, the force of it making me stumble. He looked at me with a cruel, mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain. "Get down there and suck my cock again," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I quickly complied, positioning myself on my knees and opening my mouth to take him in. He seized my head with a firm grip, his hands harsh and unforgiving as he forced my mouth down onto his cock. He began to thrust into my throat with a brutal, relentless pace, using my mouth for his pleasure. "That’s it, slut," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Suck my cock and choke on it. You’re nothing but a filthy little whore who exists to take my cock down your throat." He controlled my head with a vicious grip, pushing me down further with each thrust. The sensation of him fucking my throat was overwhelming, my gag reflexes struggling to keep up with his merciless rhythm. The force of his thrusts made me gag and choke, but he showed no mercy, only increasing his pace. "Keep sucking, you pathetic little bitch," he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. "You’re here to serve me, nothing more. Your throat is just a hole for me to use. Show me how well you can take it, or else I’ll make it even worse." His cruel words and rough treatment made it clear that my only worth was in how well I could please him, my own comfort and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, struggling to keep up with his demands, feeling utterly degraded and used. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\22.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he was finally satisfied with how I’d taken his cock in my mouth, he roughly shoved me back into position on top of him. He guided me into a riding position, my legs straddling his thighs, and began to fuck me with a brutal intensity. His hands gripped my waist tightly, holding me in place as he thrust into me. "Look at you, riding me like the pathetic whore you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a toy for my pleasure. Bounce up and down on my cock and show me how well you can take it." With each thrust, he lifted my body and then slammed me back down onto his cock, making sure I felt every inch of him. My feet dangled uselessly from his thighs, adding to my sense of vulnerability and helplessness. "You're just a filthy little slut," he growled, his voice harsh and mocking. "This is all you’re good for—letting me use you like a toy. Your body’s just a plaything for me, and you better fucking enjoy it." He continued to pound into me with a relentless rhythm, his grip on my waist tightening as he drove me down onto his cock with increasing force. The rough treatment and his degrading words left me feeling humiliated and completely at his mercy. "Keep riding me, you worthless bitch," he ordered, his voice full of sadistic pleasure. "Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a hole for me to use. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you off easy." His relentless thrusting and cruel taunts made it clear that my only purpose was to serve his desires, my own needs and dignity completely disregarded. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\23.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He lifted me so high by the waist that his cock slipped out of my pussy, leaving me momentarily exposed. With a cruel grin, he ordered me to turn around. I scrambled to comply, positioning myself on top of him again in a reverse cowgirl position, my ass now facing him. "Get back on me, slut," he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. "Show me how eager you are to please. I want to see that pathetic little ass of yours bouncing for me." As soon as I settled onto him, he started fucking me again with a relentless speed. His cock plunged into my pussy with brutal force, driving me downward with each thrust. My small breasts bounced up and down with the violent rhythm, the motion only adding to my humiliation. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice filled with scorn. "Such a desperate little whore, eager to ride my cock. Your tiny tits are just a pathetic afterthought, bouncing up and down while I use you like the worthless toy you are." He gripped my hips firmly, pulling me down onto his cock with each powerful thrust. "You’re nothing but a cheap little slut, here to be fucked and discarded," he sneered. "Your only purpose is to take my cock and look pretty while you do it. Now ride me harder." The combination of his degrading remarks and the brutal pace of his thrusts left me feeling completely objectified and used, my body a mere plaything for his pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\24.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He pulled me off his cock as if I were some kind of detachable accessory, and tossed me roughly onto the edge of the sofa, leaving me sprawled on my back. Without a moment's hesitation, he started driving his cock back into my pussy, each thrust aggressive and punishing. "You think you’re done already, slut?" he sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "You’re here to take my cock until I’m satisfied. Now spread your legs and let me see how well you can handle it." As he fucked me with relentless force, one of my feet dangled helplessly in front of his face. He looked at it with a twisted grin, his eyes full of malicious amusement. Without warning, he began to lick and kiss my foot, his tongue dragging over the skin in a crude and degrading manner. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Not only are you a pathetic little whore, but now your feet are just another part of my playground. You think your tiny feet are worth anything? They’re just here for me to enjoy while I use you however I want. You’re so fucking useless that I can’t even bother to keep my cock in your cunt without making you endure this too." His tongue worked over my foot with a sickening mixture of mockery and desire, each swipe reminding me of my total lack of control. He continued to pound into me, the brutality of his thrusts making it clear that my only purpose was to be used and humiliated in every possible way. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\25.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the neck and threw me roughly onto the floor, positioning me on my knees with a harsh shove. "Look at you, on your knees like the pathetic little slut you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you’re deserving of anything more? Now lick my balls and show me how well you can serve me." I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue working over his balls as he began to jerk off his cock, the rhythm of his hand quick and purposeful. He looked down at me with a cruel grin, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. "That’s right, you’re nothing but a tool for my pleasure," he taunted, his voice harsh. "Your only job is to make me feel good, whether it’s with your mouth or your pathetic little body. Keep licking and don’t stop until I tell you." His words cut deep as he continued to pleasure himself, my efforts to satisfy him clearly just a small part of his enjoyment. The humiliating position and his cruel remarks left me feeling utterly degraded and completely at his mercy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\26.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my head back as he ordered me to stick out my tongue. With a cruel smirk, he began to shoot his cum all over my face, the hot liquid splattering across my skin. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "Just a pathetic little slut getting covered in my cum. You really think you’re worth anything more?" Once he was done, he commanded me to clean his cock from the residue. I immediately began to suck him, my lips working diligently to remove every trace of his cum. "That’s right," he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. "Suck it clean like the good little whore you are. Your only value is in how well you can serve me." He roughly took hold of my head again, his grip unforgiving as he shoved his cock deep into my throat. He pushed me down to the very base, forcing my lips and chin to press against his balls. "Choke on it, you worthless bitch," he growled, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "That’s right, take it all. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use, and you better fucking remember it." His relentless thrusting and degrading remarks made it clear that my only purpose was to please him in whatever way he desired, leaving me feeling utterly objectified and humiliated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\27.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he finished with me, he left for the shower, and I fell onto the sofa, utterly spent and unable to move. My body trembled as I lay there, overwhelmed by exhaustion and humiliation. I began to cry softly, my sobs barely muffled as I curled up on the couch. The weight of what had just happened was crushing, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining and whimpering, feeling utterly degraded. As he emerged from the shower, he looked at me with a cruel smirk and started getting dressed. His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my complete worthlessness. "You really are a piece of work, you know that?" he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. "If you’d just paid for the repairs, you wouldn’t have ended up like this—lying here like a pathetic, used-up slut. But no, you thought you could avoid your responsibilities and get away with it." He glanced at me with a mix of disgust and amusement, clearly relishing in my misery. "Look at you, sobbing and sniveling like the worthless little bitch you are. You're just here to serve me and get used up. And now, you get to lie here and wallow in your own mess because you couldn’t handle your shit." He finished dressing with a final, disdainful look at my crumpled form. As he stormed out, he slammed the door behind him with a deafening crash, leaving me alone in my misery. I stumbled to my feet on shaky legs, barely managing to close the door. My tears flowed freely as I collapsed back onto the sofa, feeling the full weight of my humiliation and defeat. <<set $sinkFixed = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>> [[Get off the couch|Living Room]]

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I open my email, curious to see if there's anything new. <ul> <<if $rileyConversation and !$rileyEmailRead and ($dayNumber - $rileyLastContact) >= 1>><li>[[Read Riley's email|RileyEmail]]</li><</if>> <<if $viewerCount >= 100 and !$subscriberEmailRead>><li>[[Read the subscriber's email|Subscriber Email]]</li><</if>> <<if $webcamViewerCount >= 150 and !$highViewerEmailRead>><li>[[Read the fan email|FanEmail]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Close email|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/><<if $inventory.includes("Webcam") and $inventory.includes("Microphone")>> I set up my stream, positioning the webcam just right and testing the microphone. Everything is ready to go. [[Start streaming with webcam and microphone|Stream Webcam Mic]] <<else>> I realize I don't have a webcam or microphone. I'll have to stream without them. [[Start streaming without webcam and microphone|Stream No Webcam Mic]] <</if>> [[Close streaming site|Computer]]

<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I start my stream with both a webcam and a microphone. The setup is complete, and I’m ready to go live. <<if !$viewerCount>><<set $viewerCount = 0>><</if>><<set _newViewers = 0>><<if $charisma < 10>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 6) + 5>><<elseif $charisma >= 10 && $charisma < 20>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 11>><<elseif $charisma >= 20 && $charisma < 30>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 21>><<elseif $charisma >= 30 && $charisma < 40>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 31>><<elseif $charisma >= 40 && $charisma < 60>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 25) + 51>><<elseif $charisma >= 60 && $charisma < 80>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 26) + 75>><<else>><<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 51) + 100>><</if>><<set $viewerCount += _newViewers>><<set $earnings = Math.floor($viewerCount / 10) * 4>><<if _newViewers > 0>> It seems like <<print _newViewers>> new followers have joined. Let’s keep the momentum going! Current followers: <<print $viewerCount>> <<else>> Unfortunately, no new viewers joined your stream this time. <</if>> I have earned <<print $earnings>> dollars from this stream. <<set $money += $earnings>> My streaming session is taking time. I need to keep an eye on the clock as I go live. <ul> <li>[[End the stream|Computer]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I start the stream, and the familiar interface of the streaming platform flickers to life. Without a webcam or microphone, it’s just the game on the screen and my silent presence in the background. I watch the viewer count, hoping for at least one person to join, but the number stubbornly stays at 0. No one seems interested in a stream without any interaction. I sit there for what feels like forever, staring at the empty chat box, the silence only broken by the game's background noise. [[End the stream|Computer]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 48>><<set $money -= 48>><<if !$inventory.includes("Webcam")>><<set $inventory.push("Webcam")>><</if>> The price drops to $48 thanks to the special discount I managed to secure earlier. I pay for the Webcam and add it to my inventory. It's a great deal for such a handy device. <<else>> You don't have enough money to buy the Webcam with the discount applied. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 60>><<set $money -= 60>><<if !$inventory.includes("Webcam")>><<set $inventory.push("Webcam")>><</if>> I pay the full price of $60 for the Webcam and add it to my inventory. It's not the cheapest option, but it's exactly what I need right now. <<else>> You don't have enough money to buy the Webcam. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_buy.jpg"/><<if $discountEventTriggered>><<if $money >= 160>><<set $money -= 160>><<if !$inventory.includes("Microphone")>><<set $inventory.push("Microphone")>><</if>> With the discount, the price drops to $160. I eagerly pay the amount and add the Microphone to my inventory. This feels like a steal, and I can't wait to test its quality. <<else>> You don't have enough money to buy the Microphone with the discount applied. <</if>> <<else>><<if $money >= 200>><<set $money -= 200>><<if !$inventory.includes("Microphone")>><<set $inventory.push("Microphone")>><</if>> The Microphone costs $200 without a discount, but I go ahead and buy it anyway. After paying, I feel a bit lighter in the wallet but happy to have it added to my inventory. <<else>> You don't have enough money to buy the Microphone. <</if>><</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Mall ES]]

As I open my email, a new message catches my eye. It's from a user I don't recognize, but the subject line is crude enough to grab my attention. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I click on it. From: HardcoreFan69 Subject: You're a Total Bombshell "Hey sexy, Just wanted to say, you're one hot piece of ass. Every time you stream, I've got a rock-hard boner that just won't quit. It's a damn shame you're wasting all that hotness on this boring-ass gaming site. You've got those perfect tits and that tight little body just begging to be shown off. If you ditched this lame gaming crap and started doing some real webcam shows, showing off those juicy tits and spreading that sweet pussy, you'd be rolling in cash in no time. Think about it, babe. Guys would be throwing money at you just to catch a glimpse of that perfect body. You could be a fucking superstar. Don't waste that sexy ass of yours. The world needs to see what you've got." I stare at the screen, a mix of emotions churning inside me. The words are crude, vulgar, and degrading, yet there's something dangerously tempting in the promise of easy money. But is it worth the cost? <<set $subscriberEmailRead = true>> [[Close email|Computer]]

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> <<if $highViewerEmailRead>> After the blackmail email, I really don't feel like doing webcam streaming. Who knows who else might have seen my stream? <ul> <li>[[Close webcam site|Computer]]</li> </ul> <<else>> The email from that subscriber was crude, vulgar, and downright disrespectful. But as much as I wanted to dismiss it, his words stuck in my mind. The idea of making some quick money through webcam streaming started to seem less and less absurd. After all, if I didn't like it, I could always stop, right? <ul> <<if !$firstWebcamStreamDone>> <li>[[Start my first webcam stream|First Webcam Stream]]</li> <li>[[Go back|Computer]]</li> <<elseif !$secondWebcamStreamDone>> <li>[[Start my second webcam stream|Second Webcam Stream]]</li> <li>[[Go back|Computer]]</li> <<elseif $secondWebcamStreamDone>> <<if $thirdWebcamStreamDone>> <li>[[Start another webcam stream|Another Webcam Stream]]</li> <li>[[Go back|Computer]]</li> <<elseif $inventory.includes("Vibrator") && $inventory.includes("Dildo") && $inventory.includes("Spanking Paddle") && $inventory.includes("Nipple Clamps") && $inventory.includes("Anal Plug with Tail")>> <li>[[Start my third webcam stream|Third Webcam Stream]]</li> <li>[[Go back|Computer]]</li> <<else>> I promised to buy adult toys for the new stream. I could get them at the sex shop in the city center. <li>[[Go back|Computer]]</li> <</if>> <</if>> </ul> <</if>>

I wasn’t entirely sure this was the right decision. The idea of exposing myself in this way gnawed at my conscience, leaving me feeling vulnerable and conflicted. But it was too late to back out now—the stream was live, and there was no turning back. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I forced myself to smile as I stared into the webcam, trying to mask my nerves with an air of confidence. Every few moments, someone new would enter the stream, their crude comments flooding the chat almost immediately. "Show us your pussy, slut," one said. Another demanded, "Suck a cock live, you tease." The vulgarity was overwhelming, and I wasn’t ready for any of it. My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure, but it was obvious I wasn’t meeting their expectations. They would quickly leave, disappointed, calling me a "tease" or "frigid bitch" as they exited. "You’re a fucking disappointment," one scolded. "I thought you were gonna be hotter," said another before disappearing. But not everyone was so demanding. A few viewers sent me small amounts of tokens, asking for nothing in return or simply requesting a smile. "Just show us your pretty face," one wrote, and another simply sent tokens with the message, "You’re cute, keep smiling." It wasn’t the windfall the subscriber had promised, but it wasn’t as terrible as I’d imagined either. In fact, it was almost like sitting on my gaming streams, just with a different crowd. The money, however, was far from impressive—about the same as what I’d earn on the gaming site, and all without the moral anguish I was feeling now. Just as I was about to end the stream, another viewer joined. He immediately sent me a few tokens, which lifted my spirits a bit. Then, he made a request in the chat: "Show me your bare foot, and I’ll send more." I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. It was such a simple request, but the implications made me uneasy. Still, I decided to go along with it. I slipped off my socks and slowly lifted my foot to the camera, exposing my bare toes. "That’s it, baby, show me those cute little toes," he wrote, and true to his word, he sent me the tokens he promised. "So sexy, more please!" he added. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My screen lit up with another notification—more tokens, this time a larger amount. "Lick your foot for me," he wrote. The request caught me off guard, and I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. But the sight of the tokens made me reconsider. After a moment’s pause, I brought my foot to my mouth and hesitantly took my big toe into my mouth, sucking on it gently. The chat exploded with comments: "Good girl," "Suck it like you’d suck a cock," "Imagine it’s a big dick in your mouth." I licked each of my toes one by one before taking the big toe back into my mouth, glancing at the screen to see his reaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The chat dinged again. "Put all your toes in your mouth," he instructed. I complied, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Before attempting to fit as many toes as I could into my mouth, I first took a moment to lick between each of my toes, savoring the taste of my skin. Then I opened my mouth wide and tried to fit as many toes as I could. "Show me your foot worship," he demanded. As I struggled to accommodate all my toes, another viewer entered and immediately began hurling insults. "Look at this pathetic slut," he typed. "Sucking your own toes like a fucking freak. You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? No one wants to see this. Get a real job, you fucking loser." His words cut deep, and I could feel my cheeks burning with shame. "Keep going, bitch, this is all you’re good for. You think anyone respects you? You’re just a desperate little slut," he continued. I tried to block out his words, focusing instead on my original viewer who seemed to appreciate my efforts. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After what felt like an eternity, the original viewer sent another burst of tokens, thanking me for the stream. "You did great, babe," he wrote. "Next time, maybe you’ll be brave enough to do more." He threw in a few more obscene comments before saying goodbye and leaving the stream. The other viewer lingered for a moment longer, typing one last message: "Enjoy being a worthless whore, you filthy slut," before he too exited. I quickly ended the broadcast, feeling a rush of relief wash over me. I couldn’t shake the sense of shame that lingered, but I also couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d earned a total of $200 in tokens during the stream. With a deep breath, I closed the streaming site. [[Close the webcam site|Computer]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $firstWebcamStreamDone = true>><<set $money = $money + 200>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

After my first webcam stream turned out to be surprisingly not as terrible as I’d feared and I managed to rake in $200, I eagerly set up for my second stream on the adult site. I was buzzing with excitement, feeling a surge of confidence from the success of the previous broadcast. This time around, I felt a lot more at ease. The initial nerves had melted away, replaced by a more relaxed attitude towards the viewers’ comments. While I still wasn’t planning on fully disrobing, I was more receptive to their requests and less quick to dismiss them with negativity. During the stream, a new viewer piped up in the chat: "Show us your feet, please! I bet they’re gorgeous." I couldn’t help but smile at the request. I replied with a playful tone, "Oh, you want a peek? You’re in for a treat." I slowly peeled off my sock, teasingly dragging it down my leg. As I placed my bare foot in front of the camera, I arched it seductively, making sure to give the viewer a full view of the smooth, delicate skin. "There you go, sweetie. How do you like that?" I asked, my voice dripping with allure. I wiggled my toes, each movement deliberate and suggestive. I noticed the chat filling up with appreciative comments and a few explicit requests. One viewer’s message flashed across the screen: "Damn, those toes are hot. Lick them for us!" I laughed softly and teased back, "I see you’ve got a thing for feet, huh? Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a little more." I continued to play with my toes, running them lightly against each other, making sure every movement was as seductive as possible. The viewer’s enthusiastic responses only fueled my confidence as I enjoyed the attention and the fun of teasing them. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I read and responded to the viewers' messages, I kept my bare foot right up near my face. After the experience of my first stream, I had made sure to wash my feet thoroughly before today’s broadcast, and they had a pleasantly clean scent. I could smell the fresh soap and just a hint of my own skin, which made me smile. Holding my foot up for so long was starting to tire me out, so I decided to rest it gently against my lips. I leaned in, pressing my toes against my mouth, letting my lips brush over the soft skin. I continued to type replies in the chat, my foot subtly shifting against my lips with each keystroke. I read one viewer’s comment: "Damn, your feet look amazing. I bet they taste just as good." I grinned and typed back, "Well, if you’re that curious, you should see how they feel up close. Maybe you’d like a taste, huh?" Another message popped up: "Can you lick your toes for us? That would be so hot!" I laughed softly, sending back, "Oh, you’re just full of requests tonight, aren’t you? I might just have to give you what you want." I gave my toes a slow, deliberate lick, making sure to exaggerate the movement. I could almost feel the viewers’ excitement through the chat as I continued to engage with them, making my foot an irresistible part of the show. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Finally, I received my first tokens of the day, and a viewer eagerly requested to see what kind of panties I was wearing. I started to get up, but then another message came through: "Lie back and spread your legs, we want a better view of those panties!" With a playful smirk, I complied, reclining on my back and spreading my legs apart to give them a better look. My panties were a sheer, lacy number, barely concealing the outline of my curves. I glanced at the camera, teasingly adjusting them to show off more of the fabric. I couldn’t resist running my hands over the smooth material, lightly caressing my pussy through the lace. I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the delicate lace as I looked back at the chat. "Is this what you wanted, darling?" I asked, my voice dripping with seductive confidence. "Do you like how they look on me? Maybe you’d like me to play a bit more?" The chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, and I continued to tease, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the thrill of their reactions. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, I received a large donation with a request to show my breasts. Although I still wasn’t planning to undress fully during the stream, treating it more like a game, the request piqued my curiosity. Then, a few more viewers sent tokens with similar demands, urging me to reveal my chest. I hesitated for a moment, but the combined pressure and the thrill of the game convinced me. With a playful sigh, I slowly unhooked my bra, revealing my small breasts to the camera. I gave a teasing smile as I let the bra fall away, exposing my nipples to the eager viewers. "Well, well, it looks like you all really want to see more," I said with a flirtatious tone. "Here you go, just for you." The reactions were mixed. Some viewers were thrilled, sending appreciative messages and showering me with more tokens. "Damn, those tits are perfect!" one comment read. "You look incredible, keep going!" But not everyone was kind. Some viewers began to insult me, with harsh comments like, "Is that it? Your tits are a joke!" and "I’ve seen better on a trashy ad. Pathetic!" Another viewer typed, "Your small tits are disgusting. I expected more from you, but you’re just a letdown." Their harsh words stung, but I tried to brush them off, focusing on the positive responses and the thrill of the stream. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Soon after, I received a flurry of tokens with a request to show my ass. I didn’t hesitate; I was eager to please and keep the stream engaging. I turned around and positioned myself with my back facing the webcam, ensuring that my buttocks were fully in view. I lay down with my ass up, presenting it to the camera as I slowly began to squeeze and caress my cheeks. "You want to see my ass, huh?" I teased, my voice sultry. "Well, here it is, all for you." I spread my cheeks slightly, giving the viewers a clear view of my smooth, rounded backside. I gripped one cheek firmly, giving it a playful jiggle as I continued to touch and tease. "Is this what you wanted, baby? I can give you a little more if you’re nice." As I continued to manipulate and fondle my ass, the chat erupted with comments. Some were enthusiastic, "Damn, that ass looks amazing!" and "Show us more, please!" Others, however, were less kind, with messages like, "Why bother? Your ass is nothing special," and "I’ve seen better in cheap porno. Pathetic." Despite the mixed reactions, I kept my focus on the stream, enjoying the thrill of the performance and the rush of keeping my audience entertained. </video> <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, I received a generous amount of tokens with a request for me to spank myself. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to keep the viewers engaged and satisfy their desires. With a playful smirk, I obliged, turning my attention to my own bare ass. I raised one hand and began to spank myself, each smack resounding with a satisfying sound. "You want me to spank myself, huh?" I teased, my voice laced with excitement. "Well, I’m happy to oblige." I continued to deliver firm, deliberate spanks, watching as my cheeks reddened with each hit. "Is this what you had in mind, darling?" I asked, my voice breathy and seductive. "Do you like seeing me make my ass blush?" As my hand met my skin again and again, I could feel the heat building, and my ass grew increasingly flushed. The chat was alive with reactions—some were thrilled, sending messages like, "Yes, that’s perfect! Keep going!" and "Your ass looks so hot when you spank it!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After spanking myself, I turned around and pressed my ass close to the camera, giving the viewers an even better view. I started to squeeze and spread my cheeks, making sure to show off every curve and detail. I leaned in, pushing my ass towards the lens, and began to spread my cheeks wide. "You want a closer look, huh?" I purred, my voice sultry. "How’s this for a view?" As I continued to manipulate my cheeks, the chat exploded with comments. Some viewers were ecstatic, their messages flying in: "Damn, I can see everything! Those lips are gorgeous!" and "This is so hot, keep spreading!" However, not everyone was complimentary. A few comments were derogatory: "I can see your pussy lips, slut!" and "Is this what you call a show? Pathetic." Despite the mix of reactions, I kept up the show, enjoying the thrill of the performance and the responses from my audience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Even though the comments about seeing my pussy lips had made me a bit self-conscious, I pushed through and continued to gyrate my ass in front of the webcam. I kept my movements slow and deliberate, making sure every angle was perfectly captured. I began to tug at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to reveal a bit more. "You want to see more, huh?" I teased, my voice dripping with seduction. "How’s this for an up-close view?" As I stretched the elastic of my panties, I could see the viewers’ reactions lighting up the chat. Some were thrilled, their messages coming in fast: "Oh damn, I can see your asshole! This is incredible!" and "Fuck yes, show us that tight little hole!" Another viewer commented, "I can see your anal ring! So hot!" while someone else wrote, "Pull those panties down more, I want to see your ass hole up close!" Others, however, were less kind, with comments like, "Gross, now we can see your butthole. Why even bother?" and "Disgusting. Your ass is nothing special." Despite the mixed responses, I continued to tease and flaunt, enjoying the buzz of the live stream and the attention from my audience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, I received a donation with a request to suck on my fingers. I moved closer to the camera, my heart racing with excitement. I stuck out my tongue, giving the camera a teasing look, and slowly brought two of my fingers up to my lips. I slipped them into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around them as I began to suck and lick them with exaggerated movements. "You want to see me suck on my fingers, huh?" I purred, my voice sultry. "Well, I’m more than happy to give you a show." I continued to work my fingers with my mouth, making sure to create as much noise and visual stimulation as possible. I used my free hand to make obscene gestures, simulating oral sex by moving my fingers in and out of my mouth, all while flicking my tongue suggestively. As I continued to play with my fingers, I saw the chat explode with responses. Some were enthusiastic: "Fuck yes, that’s hot! Keep going!" and "Damn, it looks like you’re giving those fingers a real blowjob!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, the moment I’d been waiting for happened: the viewer from my first stream, who had generously tipped me to lick my feet, appeared in the chat again. This time, he didn’t disappoint. He immediately sent a hefty sum of money with a demand that left no room for hesitation. "Take those panties off," he wrote, his message almost like a command. I hesitated for just a moment, playing up the drama with a flirtatious pout, but the thrill of his generous tip was too tempting. "You want me to take them off, huh?" I teased, glancing at the camera with a sultry smile. "Well, if you insist..." Slowly and deliberately, I began to slide my panties down my hips, savoring every second of the show. I wiggled my hips seductively, letting the fabric inch down my legs until it was completely off. I tossed the panties aside and looked back at the camera, giving a playful shrug. "There you go. Happy now?" The chat exploded with reactions. Some viewers were thrilled, sending messages like, "Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted to see!" and "Fuck yes, you look amazing without those panties!" Others were less impressed, with some comments sneering, "Pathetic, you’re just doing this for money," and "I expected more from you. This is so boring." Despite the mixed feedback, I focused on the excitement of the moment and the pleasure of performing, enjoying the rush of the stream and the reactions of my audience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, he sent even more tokens, with a clear command: "Turn around and show me your holes." Excitement coursed through me as I complied with his request. I spun around, positioning myself with my back to the camera and gave my ass a teasing shake. "You want to see my holes, huh?" I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. "I’ll give you the best view." I reached back with one hand and pulled apart my cheeks, stretching them to reveal both my pussy and my asshole in all their detail. I made sure to angle myself just right, giving him an unfiltered view of everything he wanted to see. "Here you go, darling," I said softly. "Enjoy the show." I kept my ass spread open, making sure the camera captured every inch. I could see the chat blowing up with comments. Some were enthusiastic: "Damn, this is exactly what I wanted! You look incredible!" and "Fuck yes, that’s a perfect view of your holes!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, he sent even more tokens with a commanding message: "Lick your feet again." I grinned, eager to comply. I adjusted the webcam to get a closer shot, ensuring he had the best view possible. I placed my foot right up against the camera and began to lick my big toe, sliding my tongue slowly and deliberately along the length of it. "Is this what you want, baby?" I teased, my voice dripping with seduction. "I’ll make sure you get a good show." I leaned in closer and let a generous amount of saliva pool in my mouth before letting it drip onto my foot. I used my fingers to spread the wetness around, making sure the entire surface of my foot was coated. The camera caught every glistening detail as I rubbed and massaged the saliva into my skin. "Look at how wet and slippery it is," I purred, showing the camera the glossy, saliva-slicked skin. "I hope this gets you all hot and bothered." The chat erupted with responses. Some viewers were thrilled: "Fuck yes, that’s exactly what I wanted! So hot!" and "Damn, look at how you’re making that foot shine!" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Hearing the sound of more tokens arriving, I immediately shifted into a playful, seductive mode. I turned my attention back to my foot, which was now up close to the camera. I began to suck on my big toe with exaggerated, sensual movements, making sure to let my tongue swirl around it and create plenty of noise. "Looks like someone’s really enjoying this," I purred, my voice low and teasing. "Let me make it even better for you." I slowly moved on to lick the rest of my toes, one by one, my tongue sliding between them, savoring the taste and texture. I worked my way across my foot, spreading my toes apart to give the camera the best view. I made sure to focus on the sensitive spots between my toes, giving them extra attention with my eager tongue. With a mischievous smile, I tried to stuff my whole foot into my mouth, struggling slightly as I attempted to fit as much of it as I could. "How’s this for a show?" I teased, my voice muffled as I spoke with my foot in my mouth. "You like me sucking on my toes, huh? How about a little more?" The chat exploded with excitement. Comments like, "Fuck yes, this is amazing! Suck those toes!" and "Damn, you’re so hot. Keep going!" filled the screen. However, some viewers took a different approach, with comments such as, "Look at you, such a dirty little slut, licking your own feet," and "Your feet are pathetic, but I love how desperate you are." Another viewer wrote, "Ugh, gross. Is this all you’ve got? So typical of a cheap slut." Despite the harsh remarks, I maintained my focus on the performance, enjoying the thrill of the moment and the attention from my viewers. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I began to call my generous viewer Daddy savoring the power dynamics of our interaction. When Daddy sent another wave of tokens, the message was clear: "Lick the sole of your foot clean." With a playful grin, I positioned myself closer to the camera, my heart racing with anticipation. "Alright, Daddy," I cooed, my voice dripping with seduction. "I’ll make sure to give you the best show." I started by coating my foot in saliva, letting a generous amount pool in my mouth before letting it drip onto the sole of my foot. I then carefully licked and sucked every inch, making sure to lavish attention on every part of my foot. My tongue glided over the sensitive areas, spreading the wetness around and making it glisten. "See how I’m treating your command, Daddy?" I teased, my voice filled with excitement. "I’m making sure every inch is covered." After thoroughly moistening my foot, I turned it toward the camera, showing off the glistening, saliva-coated sole. "Look at how wet and shiny it is," I purred, proudly displaying my handiwork. "I hope this makes you happy, Daddy." The chat erupted with reactions. Some were thrilled, their messages coming in fast: "Fuck yes, that’s perfect! Keep licking!" and "Damn, you’re such a good little slut, showing off that wet foot!" Others were less complimentary, with some comments sneering, "Just a dirty foot slut." Despite the harsh criticism, I focused on the thrill of performing for Daddy and the excitement of the live stream. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After thoroughly licking the sole and my toes, I moved on to teasing the top of my foot. I swirled my mischievous tongue around, spreading my saliva and making sure to cover every part of my foot. I traced my tongue up and down, savoring the taste and the feeling of the wetness. Soon, Daddy sent a message saying he was thrilled with the show. His words came through clearly: "Fucking perfect, slut! You’re such a dirty little foot whore for Daddy. Your feet are absolutely gorgeous, and seeing you lick them like that is making me lose my mind." He continued, "I want to see you use those holes of yours more next time. You’re such a filthy bitch, I’m jerking off just thinking about it. I hope next time you’ll have some toys to play with. Show me how much of a desperate little slut you can be." With one final generous donation, he added, "Here’s some extra for you, just because you’re such a fucking good little slut. Can’t wait to see what else you’ll do next time." After sending the donation, Daddy exited the stream, leaving me with a thrilling sense of satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Daddy left, the rest of the viewers took up the slack with their own vulgar comments. Messages filled the chat with crude remarks and degrading comments, like, "You’re such a filthy little foot slut," and "Keep showing us that nasty, wet foot!" Despite the explicit and harsh comments, I was satisfied. The stream had been incredibly profitable, earning me $390 in total. With a smile on my face and a damp, excited pussy, I waved goodbye to the viewers and ended the broadcast, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from my performance. [[Close the webcam site|Computer]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $secondWebcamStreamDone = true>><<set $money = $money + 390>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal += 100>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

The first two streams were incredibly profitable. I made more money in a couple of hours than I could in a few days working a regular job. And these were just my first streams! If I build a steady audience, I could seriously make a fortune, just like that subscriber promised in his filthy email. Feeling good, I fired up my third webcam stream. With some music playing, I greeted the viewers with a wide smile. I realized that if I wanted to make real money, I had to give the viewers exactly what they wanted, especially if they were paying up. When the first tokens rolled in with a request to show my pussy, I eagerly obliged. With a seductive smile, I lay back on my bed, pulled down my panties, and spread my labia wide with my fingers, making sure the requester got an excellent view of my most intimate parts. The chat exploded with comments. Some users were crude and degrading, typing things like, “Wow, you’ve barely been streaming a week and you’re already a total slut!” and “Damn, you’re such a whore now, love it!” Others were more encouraging, but I had to focus on the ones who were tipping generously. I tried to brush off the negative comments and keep my attention on the positive feedback and the cash pouring in. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Before the stream, I made a trip to the sex shop and picked up a variety of toys, including a spanking paddle. One of the viewers, spotting the paddle in the stream, donated tokens with a request for me to spank myself with it. I eagerly accepted the challenge. I got myself comfortable, making sure my ass was perfectly positioned and clearly visible on the camera. With a mischievous grin, I kneaded my soft, rounded cheeks, getting them ready for the show. I took the paddle in hand and gave myself a firm, deliberate spank. The sharp sting of the paddle against my flesh was instantly followed by a bright red mark on my pale skin. I watched as the red imprint developed, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. The viewers went wild in the chat, their comments ranging from crude praise to degrading taunts. One user typed, “That’s it, show us what a filthy slut you are!” while another added, “Damn, that’s hot, spank yourself harder, you dirty whore!” Despite the harsh words, the tokens kept rolling in, and I focused on delivering exactly what the viewers wanted, savoring the cash and the attention. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> It looked like the viewers really enjoyed the show, as a few more of them started throwing tokens my way. The demand for more spankings was clear, so I continued the session with enthusiasm. I repositioned myself to ensure my ass was still prominently displayed on the camera. With each spanking, the sting intensified, and my cheeks began to glow a fiery red. The paddle landed hard, each smack echoing with a satisfying thud. I made sure to let out a few moans of pleasure and pain, adding to the erotic tension. The chat was a frenzy of excited comments. One user typed, “Fuck yes, look at that red ass! Spank it harder, you filthy slut!” Another chimed in, “Your poor ass must be on fire, you dirty whore. Keep going, make it even more bruised!” By the end of several intense sessions of spanking, my ass was completely reddened and blazing with heat. The soreness mixed with the thrill of the performance, and despite the sting, I relished the financial reward and the filthy attention from my viewers. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, one of the viewers asked if I had any other toys on hand, so I proudly listed my recent purchases. As I spoke, the chat exploded with vulgar comments and demeaning nicknames. They were calling me a “slut,” “whore,” “dirty bitch,” “fucking tramp,” and “nasty cunt,” clearly enjoying every second of it. “Show us what else you’ve got, you filthy slut!” one user wrote. Another added, “Come on, you degenerate bitch, I bet you have something really naughty for us.” As the donations rolled in, one viewer requested to see the anal plug with the tail. I eagerly complied, excited by the prospect of showing off another toy. I reached for the plug, pulling it into view of the camera. With a slow, deliberate motion, I showed off the sleek, shiny toy and the fluffy tail attached to it. The chat lit up with comments like, “Damn, that’s hot! Put it in, you fucking whore!” and “Give us a show, you filthy slut. Show us that plug, you twisted little slut!” The attention and the money fueled my performance as I carefully demonstrated the toy, savoring the mix of humiliation and excitement from my audience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The viewers started asking if I had any anal experience, but I played the innocent role and said I didn’t. They seemed to love the idea of making me squirm, and soon enough, donations started pouring in with a new request: they wanted me to insert the anal plug into my ass. I took a generous amount of lube and applied it to the plug, making sure it was slick and ready. I got into position on all fours, presenting my ass directly to the camera so that the viewers could get an excellent view of my hole. My cheeks were spread wide, and I made sure to give them a clear look at both my tight asshole and my pussy. With a teasing smile, I gently massaged my anus with my fingers, slowly working the lube into the tight ring of muscle. I spread my cheeks even further, offering a full view of my most intimate areas. The comments in the chat were as explicit as ever. One viewer typed, “Damn, look at that tight little hole. Insert that plug, you filthy whore!” Another added, “Show us how much of a slut you really are, you dirty cunt. Make that ass gape for us!” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> It was time to insert the anal plug, and despite the generous amount of lube, it wasn’t an easy task. My tight hole resisted the foreign object, and I had to work it in slowly. I wiggled and twisted, my breath coming in soft moans as I pushed the plug deeper. Finally, after some effort, I managed to get it all the way in. I turned my ass towards the camera, making sure the viewers had a perfect view. I wiggled my hips provocatively, showing off both my wet pussy and the plug nestled snugly in my anus. The chat was filled with a torrent of degrading comments and explicit praise. One user typed, “That’s it, you filthy slut, show us that plug in your tight ass! Wiggle that hole for us!” Another added, “Damn, you’re such a dirty bitch, I love how that plug makes your ass gape. Keep teasing us, you whore!” I continued to rotate my hips, giving the camera a full view of my glistening pussy and the shiny plug. The combination of humiliation and the rush of showing off made the experience intense and exhilarating. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, I shed every last bit of clothing, completely exposing myself to the camera. The tokens started coming in with a request to suck on a dildo, so I positioned it right in front of the lens, making sure it was clearly visible to everyone. With a smirk of submission, I began to lick the head of the dildo, moving my tongue slowly and deliberately around the tip. I made sure to give the viewers a show, teasing them with every stroke. The chat exploded with intensely degrading comments. One user typed, “Look at that pathetic slut, slobbering all over that dildo. Suck it like the desperate whore you are, you filthy cunt!” Another wrote, “You’re nothing but a worthless, drooling bitch. Make sure you show how much of a filthy toy you are. Lick it clean, you disgusting tramp!” As I continued to lick and tease the dildo, the harshness of the comments stung but also drove me to perform even more provocatively. The humiliation from their words mixed with the thrill of their attention, making every movement a blend of shame and excitement. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I made sure to take the dildo as deep into my mouth as possible, my lips stretching around the thick shaft. I worked it in and out, trying to gag myself slightly with each thrust, making sure the camera captured every lewd detail. At the same time, I reached behind and began to play with the anal plug nestled in my ass. I twisted and wiggled it, savoring the mix of sensations as I continued to suck on the dildo. The chat was flooded with intense and degrading comments. One viewer typed, “Look at that pathetic slut, taking that dildo deep like the worthless bitch she is. Suck it harder, you filthy whore!” Another added, “You’re such a desperate cunt, playing with that plug while you slobber all over that toy. Show us how much of a toy you really are, you disgusting tramp!” I continued to juggle the dildo and the plug, each motion driven by the harsh, humiliating words of the viewers. The combination of their insults and the physical sensations created a heady mix of degradation and excitement, pushing me to perform even more intensely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After the dildo session, I got another wave of donations, this time specifically for spanking myself. I grabbed the paddle and positioned myself so my ass was prominently displayed to the camera. With a smirk, I raised the paddle and smacked it down hard on my exposed cheeks, making sure each strike was visible. The sting of the paddle was sharp and intense, leaving a bright red mark on my skin. The chat erupted with a flurry of cruel and humiliating comments. One viewer wrote, “You’re such a worthless slut, spanking yourself like the pathetic whore you are. Make that ass burn, you fucking tramp!” Another user added, “Spank that ass harder, you dirty bitch. Show us how much of a cheap whore you are. Bet your parents would be proud to see what a filthy slut you’ve become!” Another commenter chimed in with a particularly vicious remark: “Look at you, you pathetic cunt, taking those spankings like a desperate little bitch. I bet your parents would be disgusted if they saw how low you’ve sunk. Keep going, you miserable excuse for a woman!” I continued to spank myself with increasing intensity, each hit accompanied by the barrage of degrading comments. The mix of humiliation from their words and the physical sensation of the paddle pushed me to keep going, delivering exactly what the viewers demanded. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> One of the viewers sent in a donation with a request for me to use nipple clamps. I eagerly accepted, excited by the prospect of adding another level of humiliation and pleasure to the stream. I retrieved the clamps and positioned them on my nipples, adjusting them to the right tightness. The pinch was sharp and intense, sending a jolt of pain through me. Despite the discomfort, I made sure to put on a show, arching my back and giving the camera a clear view of the clamps as I worked them into place. As I adjusted and played with the clamps, the chat exploded with a mix of degrading and encouraging comments. One viewer typed, “That’s it, you filthy whore, clamp those nipples harder! Show us how much you love being our little slut!” Another added, “Look at you, you desperate cunt, squirming and moaning with those clamps. Bet you’d do anything for a few more tokens, you disgusting tramp!” One particularly cruel comment read, “You pathetic bitch, look at you begging for attention while you torture yourself. Your parents would be so proud to see how low you’ve sunk. Keep those clamps on tight, you filthy slut!” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After securing the nipple clamps, I decided to shift positions to give my audience a better view. I lay down comfortably, spreading my legs wide to offer an unobstructed view. With a playful yet submissive smile, I began to use my fingers to spread open my pussy, exposing every inch for the camera. As I gently pulled apart my labia, the chat exploded with a flurry of explicit and degrading comments. One viewer wrote, “Spread those legs wider, you filthy cunt. Show us that tight little pussy like the desperate whore you are!” Another added, “Look at you, you dirty bitch, exposing yourself for our pleasure. Bet you love being such a pathetic little slut!” One particularly cruel comment came in: “You’re nothing but a worthless, drooling tramp. Spread that pussy wide and show us how low you’re willing to go. Your parents must be so proud to see their daughter turn into a disgusting, submissive slut!” Another user chimed in, “You pathetic bitch, can’t get enough of the attention, huh? Keep spreading that cunt for us, you sick little whore. Show us just how much of a cheap slut you’ve become!” I continued to spread and tease, making sure every movement was exaggerated and provocative. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After another donation rolled in, I took my position and began to pleasure myself for the audience. I spread my legs wide, making sure the camera captured every detail, and started fucking my pussy with two fingers. I pushed my fingers in and out slowly at first, then picked up the pace, ensuring each motion was clear and enticing. The chat erupted with a flurry of comments, both degrading and flattering. One viewer typed, “Look at that pathetic little slut, finger-fucking her cunt like a desperate whore. It’s so sad how low you’ll go for a few tokens!” Another added, “You’re a real dirty bitch, spreading that pussy wide for us. Keep those fingers moving, you cheap, filthy tramp!” A particularly harsh comment came in: “You’re nothing but a miserable, desperate cunt, spreading your legs and playing with yourself like the lowly slut you are. Bet your parents are so proud!” On the positive side, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re really turning me on with those fingers. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another added, “Wow, look at you go! You’re such a skilled little slut, really making that pussy sing.” Another commenter said, “Keep going, you sexy little bitch. That pussy looks incredible, and you’re working it perfectly. Don’t stop, you gorgeous whore!” I continued to finger myself, the mixture of insults and praise driving me to push further, each comment intensifying the performance as I gave the viewers exactly what they desired. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After receiving a fresh batch of tokens, one viewer requested that I lick my legs. By now, I was accustomed to such requests, though previously only my main donator had asked for this. I positioned myself comfortably on the bed, lifting one of my legs and holding it in my hand. With a sultry smile, I began to suck on my big toe, making sure to lavish it with plenty of attention. I let my tongue trace every inch of the toe, savoring the taste and making sure the camera captured every moment. As I focused on my toe, the viewers got an unrestricted view of my pussy, the anal plug nestled snugly in my ass, and my nipples adorned with clamps. My entire body was on full display for their enjoyment. The chat exploded with a mix of degrading and encouraging comments. One user typed, “You filthy whore, licking your own toes like the desperate slut you are. Show us how low you’ll go for those tokens!” Another added, “Look at that dirty tramp, sucking on her own toe while we get a clear view of that disgusting pussy and your sad little plug. Bet you’d do anything for our attention!” Another particularly harsh comment read, “You’re such a pathetic cunt, showing off your nasty little body like the cheap whore you’ve become. Your parents would be ashamed to see how low you’ve sunk!” On the positive side, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re really turning me on with that toe-sucking. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another added, “Wow, look at you, you sexy little bitch. You’re working that toe and showing off your body perfectly. You’re a real pro!” As I continued to lick and tease my toe, the blend of cruel insults and praise fueled my performance, making sure every part of my body was showcased to its fullest. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I moved closer to the camera, positioning myself so that my foot was prominently in view. With a provocative smile, I began to diligently lick my foot, starting with the big toe. My tongue traced around the edge, making sure every inch was covered. I moved to each toe, licking between them, savoring the taste as I made a show of it. The chat was ablaze with comments, a mix of cruel taunts and enthusiastic praise. One viewer typed, “You pathetic slut, look at you licking your own toes like a desperate whore. You’re so pathetic, doing whatever it takes for a few more tokens!” Another added, “You dirty bitch, getting off on sucking your own toes while we get a clear view of your ugly, needy pussy. You’re such a lowly tramp!” Another particularly harsh comment read, “You’re nothing but a filthy, degenerate cunt, slobbering all over your toes like the disgusting whore you’ve become. Your parents must be so proud of their little slut!” Despite the harsh remarks, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re making that toe-licking look incredibly hot. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another said, “Wow, you’re really working it, you sexy bitch. Licking your toes like that is so fucking hot. Keep showing us that gorgeous body!” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After growing tired of reading negative messages in the chat, I decided to focus solely on the messages from my donors and my own sensations. This shift in focus allowed me to immerse myself fully in the experience without distraction. Then, someone requested to see penetration, so I began to fuck my pussy with the dildo. I slowly inserted it, feeling the thick, hard length stretch my walls and fill me up completely. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper, creating an intense pressure inside me. The sensation of the dildo moving in and out was incredibly intense, with every push and pull sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body. At the same time, I had a plug in my ass, which added an entirely new layer of stimulation. The plug’s pressure against my anal walls created a delightful contrast to the fullness of the dildo in my pussy. The combined sensation of the dildo stretching me and the plug filling me made the experience extraordinarily unique and intensely pleasurable. The dual stimulation heightened my arousal, making each thrust and vibration feel even more exhilarating. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, I settled into a position that even surprised me: I threw my legs over my head, opening myself up completely. I took the dildo and pushed it deeply into my pussy, feeling the thick, firm length stretch and fill me completely. The depth of penetration was overwhelming, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. At the same time, I reached for a paddle and began spanking my ass. Each smack of the paddle stung sharply, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure. The rhythmic slaps created a delicious contrast to the full sensation of the dildo inside me. The combination of the dildo filling me up and the paddle's rhythmic smacks on my rear heightened my arousal to an exhilarating level, making the experience incredibly intense and satisfying. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Continuing to lie with my legs stretched over my head, I began to fuck my pussy with the dildo. As I carefully positioned it at my entrance, I slowly pushed it in, feeling the thick, hard shaft penetrate me deeply. The dildo slid in smoothly, stretching my walls and filling me up completely. Each thrust drove it deeper inside, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of intense pleasure through my entire body. The fullness of the dildo inside me was incredibly satisfying, and with every movement, I felt a growing intensity of pleasure. Each time the dildo withdrew and then thrust back in, it brought a fresh wave of ecstasy, making the experience even more overwhelming and pleasurable. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, I grabbed my vibrator and began to fuck myself with a dildo, savoring the mix of sensations. As I slid the dildo deep inside my pussy, I could feel its thick length stretching and filling me completely, creating an incredible pressure against my sensitive walls. With each thrust, I pushed the dildo in further, driving myself to new heights of pleasure. Simultaneously, I held the vibrator against my clit, letting its intense vibrations tease and stimulate me. The buzzing sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body and perfectly complementing the fullness of the dildo. The dual stimulation of the vibrator and the dildo created a powerful, overwhelming feeling that drove me wild. I could barely contain my moans as the pleasure built and intensified, making it hard to focus on anything but the exhilarating sensations coursing through me. I lost myself completely in the moment, overwhelmed by the combined pleasure of both toys. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> This couldn’t go on for much longer; the mounting pleasure was becoming too intense to sustain. For the first time during my streams, I reached the point of no return and finally came. As the orgasm built inside me, I could feel my entire body tensing up, my breath becoming ragged and shallow. The waves of pleasure surged through me, making my muscles contract rhythmically around the dildo still inside me. I let out a series of loud, ecstatic moans as I climaxed, my body trembling with the force of the release. The intense feeling of euphoria and satisfaction washed over me, and I rode out the waves of my orgasm, feeling completely spent and exhilarated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But my pleasure wasn’t on anyone’s mind. Even after I had already climaxed, I kept going, driven by the thrill of the moment. I continued to fuck myself with the dildo, my body still quivering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Each thrust was deliberate, aimed at prolonging the sensation and maintaining the high of the experience. The sounds of incoming donations chimed in my ears, each notification heightening my excitement and urgency. The constant stream of alerts was like a soundtrack to my performance, fueling my determination to give an even better show. The excitement of seeing the donations roll in, combined with the lingering pleasure of the dildo inside me, pushed me to continue with renewed fervor. I moaned louder, moving with increased intensity, and used every bit of energy to make sure the audience got their money’s worth. The combination of physical pleasure and financial reward drove me to keep going, creating an exhilarating and relentless experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> By the end of the stream, I was completely drained, feeling the exhaustion settle in my bones. My energy was waning, but I knew I wanted to give my audience one last treat. I sprawled out on my bed, making sure the camera was perfectly positioned to capture an up-close view of my pussy. I adjusted the angle until the lens was focused right on my wet, glistening slit, offering everyone a full, intimate view of my most private area. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\third\21.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I took my time teasing the camera, letting the anticipation build. I slowly traced my fingers over my slick lips, parted them slightly to reveal the shimmering, sensitive skin beneath. The camera captured every detail, and I made sure to play up the moment, moving seductively and moaning softly to heighten the suspense. Eventually, after drawing it out as long as I could, I said my goodbyes and ended the stream. Despite my efforts, my top donor from the last two streams didn’t show up this time. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d lost interest or if something else had come up. Even so, it didn’t really matter in the end—the stream had been a success. I ended up pulling in around $290, which was slightly less than the previous streams, but still far more than I would ever make at a regular job [[Close the webcam site|Computer]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $thirdWebcamStreamDone = true>><<set $money = $money + 290>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>>

I take a moment to browse the Sex Shop, eyeing the enticing array of adult toys and accessories on display. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/vibrator.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Vibrator"))>> <<if $money >= 60>> [[Buy Vibrator ($60)|Buy Vibrator]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $60) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Vibrator. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/dildo.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Dildo"))>> <<if $money >= 30>> [[Buy Dildo ($30)|BuyDildo]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $30) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Dildo. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/spanking_paddle.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Spanking Paddle"))>> <<if $money >= 10>> [[Buy Spanking Paddle ($10)|Buy Spanking Paddle]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $10) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Spanking Paddle. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/nipple_clamps.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Nipple Clamps"))>> <<if $money >= 15>> [[Buy Nipple Clamps ($15)|Buy Nipple Clamps]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $15) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought Nipple Clamps. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/anal_plug_with_tail.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Anal Plug with Tail"))>> <<if $money >= 30>> [[Buy Anal Plug with Tail ($30)|Buy Anal Plug Tail]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $30) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought an Anal Plug with Tail. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/butt_plug.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Butt Plug"))>> <<if $money >= 20>> [[Buy Butt Plug ($20)|Buy Butt Plug]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $20) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Butt Plug. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/porn_magazine.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Porn Magazine"))>> <<if $money >= 5>> [[Buy Porn Magazine ($5)|Buy Porn Magazine]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $5) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought a Porn Magazine. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\mall_sex_shop\goods/adult_book.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Adult Book"))>> <<if $money >= 10>> [[Buy Adult Book ($10)|Buy Adult Book]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $10) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought an Adult Book. <</if>> </div> </div> <ul> <<if !$morganEncounter>> <li>[[Talk to the shopkeeper|Talk Sex Shopkeeper]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Back to the Store|Mall Sex Shop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\characters\morgan/welcome.jpg"/> I approach the counter, where the shopkeeper catches my eye. She’s striking—tall, at least 190 cm, with a presence that’s impossible to ignore. Her body is wrapped in a tight black leather dress that hugs her figure perfectly, and her arms are a canvas of intricate tattoos, each design weaving into the next. The leather gives off a subtle shine under the store’s soft lighting, adding to her commanding yet approachable aura. As she steps away from the cash register, she notices me and greets me with a friendly smile. "Hey there, what can I help you with today?" she asks, her voice smooth but casual. "I’m just looking around," I say, feeling a bit self-conscious. My answer seems to amuse her, and a playful glint appears in her eyes. "No need to be shy," she says, chuckling softly. "Buying toys for sex is totally normal. If you need any advice on which dildo or butt plug to pick, feel free to ask." Her lips curl into a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the moment. I can’t help but feel a little awkward, but I manage a polite response. "Thank you... I’ll keep that in mind," I say, my cheeks flushing slightly. "By the way, the name’s Morgan," she adds, her smile widening as she gives me a friendly nod. I awkwardly thank her again, trying to shake off the embarrassment as I turn back to browse. [[Return to the sex shop|Mall Sex Shop]] <<set $morganEncounter = true>> <<set $morgan_relationship += 1>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 60>><<set $money -= 60>><<if !$inventory.includes("Vibrator")>><<set $inventory.push("Vibrator")>><</if>> I buy a Vibrator for $60 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Vibrator. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 30>><<set $money -= 30>><<if !$inventory.includes("Dildo")>><<set $inventory.push("Dildo")>><</if>> I buy a Dildo for $30 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Dildo. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 10>><<set $money -= 10>><<if !$inventory.includes("Spanking Paddle")>><<set $inventory.push("Spanking Paddle")>><</if>> I buy a Spanking Paddle for $10 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Spanking Paddle. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 15>><<set $money -= 15>><<if !$inventory.includes("Nipple Clamps")>><<set $inventory.push("Nipple Clamps")>><</if>> I buy a pair of Nipple Clamps for $15 and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Nipple Clamps. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 30>><<set $money -= 30>><<if !$inventory.includes("Anal Plug with Tail")>><<set $inventory.push("Anal Plug with Tail")>><</if>> I buy an Anal Plug with Tail for $30 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Anal Plug with Tail. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>I turn on my webcam, and the red "LIVE" button starts blinking on the screen. Realizing that dozens, maybe even hundreds of eyes are on me, I feel a slight thrill. I smile at the camera, playing up my attractiveness, and start flirtatiously engaging with the first viewers who have already joined. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My movements are smooth and seductive: I adjust my hair, gently run my hands down my neck and shoulders, giving the viewers exactly what they want to see. My body, carefully prepared for this moment, becomes the main focus of attention. I know how to angle myself perfectly for the camera, ensuring every curve is highlighted in the best light. <<if !$webcamViewerCount>><<set $webcamViewerCount = 100>><</if>><<set _newWebcamViewers = 0>><<if $attractiveness < 10>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 6) + 10>><<elseif $attractiveness >= 10 && $attractiveness < 20>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 16>><<elseif $attractiveness >= 20 && $attractiveness < 30>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 15) + 26>><<elseif $attractiveness >= 30 && $attractiveness < 40>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 41>><<elseif $attractiveness >= 40 && $attractiveness < 60>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 61>><<elseif $attractiveness >= 60 && $attractiveness < 80>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 81>><<else>><<set _newWebcamViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 51) + 100>><</if>><<set $webcamViewerCount += _newWebcamViewers>> Current viewers: <<print $webcamViewerCount>> <<if _newWebcamViewers > 0>> Looks like I’ve attracted <<print _newWebcamViewers>> new viewers. Let’s keep the momentum going! <<else>>Unfortunately, no new viewers joined your stream this time.<</if>><<set $earnings = Math.floor($webcamViewerCount / 10) * 5>> I have earned <<print $earnings>> dollars from this stream. <<set $money += $earnings>> My streaming session is running long. I need to make sure I keep an eye on the clock while I'm live. <ul> <li>[[End the stream|Computer]]</li> </ul>

As I open my email, a new message catches my eye. The subject line is ominous, and a wave of unease washes over me. With trembling hands, I click on it, feeling a cold sweat forming as I read the words on the screen. From: Anonymous Subject: I really love your streams "Well, well, well... Look who I ran into the other day. At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes, but there you were, walking around the city like you’re some innocent little thing. But I knew better. It didn’t take long to remember where I’d seen that pretty face before—on that dirty little webcam site, where you were spreading your legs and licking your filthy feet like the desperate slut you are. You must really get off on showing the whole world just how much of a whore you are, huh? I bet you love the idea of all those men jerking off to you, imagining your tight little body begging for their attention. And the way you suck up to the camera, like a needy little bitch in heat... pathetic. You probably think you’re safe behind that screen, don’t you? Well, guess what? It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. A little digging, and I had your name, your address, and all your dirty secrets right in my hands. So here’s the deal, slut. If you don’t want your precious little world to come crashing down, you’re going to do exactly what I say. You’re going to drag that whore body of yours to the address I’m going to give you. It’s a nice, cozy apartment in the city center—perfect for a private little visit. And if you even think about ignoring this, or trying to weasel your way out, I’ll make sure everyone in your life knows exactly what kind of disgusting tramp you really are. Your friends, your family—they’ll all get to see just how much of a slut you’ve become. Oh, and one more thing, slut. When you show up, I expect you to be dressed appropriately. And by that, I mean you’re not to wear any underwear. Nothing underneath that whore outfit you’ll be flaunting for me. But let’s be honest, you’ll probably enjoy that even more, won’t you? The thought of being so exposed, knowing that anyone could get a glimpse of what a filthy little slut you really are." I stare at the screen, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. The bile rises in my throat as the sheer humiliation and fear wash over me. My hands are shaking, my breath coming in shallow gasps. This can’t be real. How did they find me? What are they going to do? The terror grips me, freezing me in place as the gravity of the situation sinks in. I don’t know what to do. Should I go to the address mentioned in the email? Or maybe I should go to the police? <<set $highViewerEmailRead = true>> [[Close email|Computer]]

My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the address from the email. Doubts gnawed at me—was this a terrible mistake? What if there were people inside waiting to assault me, or worse? Maybe I should have gone to the police and reported the anonymous sender. But then, if those recordings were sent to my family, how could I ever explain that to my parents? My legs shook as I entered the building, my anxiety growing with every step. I approached the elevator, my hand trembling as I pressed the button to call it. The ride up felt like an eternity, each second filled with echoes of my doubts. When I reached the right floor, I walked down the hallway, every part of me screaming to turn back. But I kept going, all the way to the door specified in the email. I stood in front of the door, my stomach churning with nerves. I took a deep breath, raising a trembling hand to ring the doorbell. The seconds that followed felt like hours, the silence stretching out, intensifying my fear. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a young woman. For a moment, I thought I had the wrong door or that this was all some sick prank. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\apartments/blackmailer.jpg"/> Relief started to wash over me, but it was quickly shattered by her next words. “Oh, so you actually came, foot fetish queen,” she sneered, her eyes raking over me with a mix of amusement and contempt. “Don’t be shy, come on in. Although, what would you know about shyness?” she added with a mocking laugh, her words cutting deep. My mind raced, torn between the overwhelming urge to flee and the fear of what might happen if I did. I could either step inside and face whatever awaited me, or walk away, risking the fallout from that threatening email. [[Step into the apartment|InsideApartment]] [[Tell her to go to hell and leave|City Center]]

Stepping inside the apartment, I decided to muster all the courage I had. I chose to get into webcam work, no one forced me, so I had no one to blame but myself for the situation I was in. The woman led the way to a room at the back of the apartment, casually shutting the door behind her. I hesitated, feeling the weight of every step as I slowly followed her. Just as I reached the door, I heard her voice ring out, dripping with condescension, "Come on, hurry up, you foot slut." With a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside. The sight before me made my heart race—she was lying comfortably on a bed, dressed in nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her body. The air of confidence and control she exuded was suffocating. I tried to make sense of the situation, my voice trembling as I asked, "What is all this? What do you want? Is it money you’re after? Or something else?" The words felt ridiculous as they left my mouth, but I needed answers, some semblance of clarity. She cut me off with a sharp, dismissive tone. "Money? Please, I wouldn’t touch your filthy money," she sneered, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "What I want is to put a little slut like you in her place. You think shaking your ass on a webcam makes you something special? No, it just makes you a desperate whore, begging for attention from pathetic men." Her words stung, each one hitting harder than the last. I felt a lump form in my throat, but before I could respond, she continued. "But don’t worry, I’m not here to ruin your life—not if you’re a good little girl and entertain me. If you do a good job, this will be the last time you ever see me. But if you disappoint me…" She let the threat hang in the air, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and menace. I could feel my legs trembling beneath me, the reality of the situation crashing down hard. This wasn’t just about fear—it was about power, control, and humiliation. And I had just walked right into it. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She looked me over with a smirk, her eyes narrowing as she asked, "So, did you follow my instructions? Are you really without any underwear?" A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but I nodded, feeling a deep flush spread across my cheeks as I admitted, "Yes." Her smirk widened into a wicked grin. "Good. Now, let’s see you dance for me. Come on, show me what a little slut like you can do." I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But I knew the quicker I obeyed, the sooner this would be over. Trying to push down the overwhelming sense of shame, I began to move my body, swaying my hips as seductively as I could manage, given how shaken I felt. Each movement felt heavy with humiliation, but I forced myself to continue, knowing I had no other choice. She watched me intently, her eyes following every twist and turn of my body, her gaze a constant reminder of my exposed vulnerability. I tried to make my movements more enticing, hoping that the sooner I pleased her, the sooner this nightmare would end. But deep down, I could feel the growing knot of humiliation tightening in my stomach, knowing how degrading this was and how completely I was at her mercy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She eyed me with a leering gaze, her voice dripping with condescension as she commanded, "Show me those little tits of yours. Let’s see what you’re hiding under that top." Feeling a mix of dread and resignation, I slowly reached up and pulled my top off, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver with a mix of embarrassment and apprehension. Her gaze was unrelenting, and I could almost feel her eyes devouring every inch of me, reducing me to a mere object for her amusement. The humiliation of standing there, completely at her mercy and exposed, was overwhelming. I could feel my cheeks burning with shame as she scrutinized me, her eyes roaming over my body with a predatory hunger. Every second felt like an eternity, the weight of my vulnerability pressing down on me as I stood there, awaiting her next command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She smirked as she looked me over with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Take those shorts off. They don’t suit you at all." Her tone was laced with mockery, and I could tell she was enjoying every moment of my discomfort. With a deep breath, I continued to move my body seductively, trying to keep up the charade as I slowly lowered my shorts. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled them down my legs, finally stepping out of them. I was left standing there in just my heels, feeling exposed and utterly vulnerable. The air felt colder against my bare skin, and I could feel the weight of her gaze pressing down on me. Each movement I made was accompanied by the sound of my heels clicking on the floor, a stark contrast to the intense silence of the room. I could feel every inch of my exposed skin, the sensation amplified by my humiliation. Her eyes were fixed on me, a predatory hunger in them as she watched my every move, savoring the sight of me in such a compromised state. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> There I stood, naked in the middle of the room, swaying and gyrating my body for the amusement of this stranger. My heart raced with a mix of dread and embarrassment as I danced, my every movement feeling more humiliating than the last. The girl lying on the bed watched me intently, her eyes never leaving my exposed form. With a smirk, she lifted the hem of her robe, revealing a large strap-on dildo strapped securely to her. She began to move her hand up and down along the length of it, mimicking a slow, deliberate stroking motion. The sight was both shocking and degrading, the deliberate way she played with the strap-on adding a layer of raw, unnerving intensity to the scene. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the spectacle, my face flushing with a deep shade of crimson as I continued to dance. Each stroke of her hand on the strap-on seemed to taunt me, a reminder of my own naked vulnerability. The contrast between my exposed, trembling form and her confident, almost mocking demeanor heightened the sense of humiliation I felt. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Turn around," she commanded, her voice dripping with condescension. "Show me that tight little ass of yours. Give it a good shake and twerk for me." With a heavy heart and a flush of shame, I complied. I turned my back to her, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I began to gyrate my hips. The room felt even colder as I wiggled and twerked, my bare backside exposed and on full display. I could hear her breathing heavily, her eyes hungrily watching every move I made. Each shake of my hips felt like a public humiliation, the very act of twerking turning into a painful display of submission. My body felt alien to me, each movement accentuating my vulnerability. The sensation of her gaze on my exposed skin only added to the intense humiliation of the moment, as I continued to dance for her perverse pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After watching my awkward dance with an amused expression, she shifted her position on the bed, now sitting on the edge with an air of dominance. With a smirk, she commanded, "Get down on your knees in front of me and start sucking my dildo. Make it good." Reluctantly, I obeyed, my face flushed with a mixture of shame and fear. I sank to my knees on the cold floor, my eyes downcast as I reached for the dildo she had proudly displayed. Slowly, I took it into my mouth, the taste and texture foreign and unpleasant. My movements were hesitant and clumsy, each stroke of my tongue and bob of my head driven by a deep sense of humiliation. She watched me with a brazen grin, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she observed my efforts. The way she leaned back, confidently enjoying the sight of my submissive act, only heightened my discomfort. Her mocking smile and the way she casually adjusted her position made it clear that my feelings of degradation were nothing more than a source of amusement for her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She looked at me with a smirk and said, "Now, make sure to lube up that dildo with your saliva. It’s in your best interest." Swallowing hard, I felt a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I gathered as much saliva as I could in my mouth and slowly, with trembling hands, brought the saliva-covered dildo closer. My heart raced as I carefully let the saliva trickle down the length of the toy, coating it with a thin layer of my own spittle. Once it was sufficiently slick, I resumed my task, taking the dildo back into my mouth. My movements were hesitant and awkward, trying to balance the act of sucking with the deep embarrassment that I felt. Each stroke of my mouth was a painful reminder of my own vulnerability and submission, while she watched with a cruel satisfaction, clearly enjoying the power she held over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Grabbing my hair roughly, she took control with a ruthless grip. "Take it deeper," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority as she forced my head down onto the dildo. The sudden pressure and the sharp tug on my hair made my eyes widen in shock. I struggled to breathe as she relentlessly guided my head up and down, pressing the toy forcefully into my mouth. Each thrust was relentless, her grip tight and unforgiving, ensuring that I had no choice but to comply. My throat tightened around the dildo, the sensation both humiliating and suffocating. Her forceful movements were punctuated by her satisfied groans, clearly reveling in the power she wielded over me. I was left with no control, my body submitting to her will as she took pleasure in the dominance she exerted. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a moment of satisfaction, she rose from the bed and issued a commanding order. "Get on all fours on the bed," she said with a cold, authoritative tone. Understanding what was about to happen, I reluctantly complied. My heart pounded as I prepared myself. I gathered saliva in my mouth and smeared it over my fingers, using the slickness to lubricate my pussy. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I felt the wetness spread between my legs. With a sense of dread, I braced myself as she approached. Without any further preamble, she roughly positioned herself behind me and forcefully entered me. The sudden, brutal intrusion made me gasp, my body tensing against the unexpected aggression. Her movements were relentless and unyielding, each thrust pushing me deeper into a mix of discomfort and submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Suddenly, she withdrew from me, her voice cold and commanding. "Take off your shoes," she ordered sharply. Nervously, I complied, slowly slipping off my heels and placing them to the side. As I did so, she discarded her robe and underwear with deliberate, unhurried movements. The sight of her revealing her naked body was striking. Now, both of us stood exposed, the contrast between us striking. She was confidently naked, her strap-on glistening with anticipation, while I remained on all fours, bare and submissive. My heart raced as I kept my position, fully aware of the dominant role she was assuming. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She swiftly inserted herself back into me, the sensation of the strap-on sliding in and out becoming almost unbearable. Her thrusts grew more intense and rapid, each forceful movement causing my bare feet to dangle and sway off the edge of the bed. The sharp impact of her actions drove me forward, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. “Look at you,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery, “barely able to keep up. How does it feel to be used like this?” Determined to amplify the humiliation, she began to spank me roughly on my exposed buttocks. The stinging slaps mixed with the relentless pounding, each hit making me squirm and moan in a blend of discomfort and unwanted pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” she sneered, landing another sharp smack. “Maybe you’re more of a slut than I thought. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.” Her dominance was undeniable, and the combination of her aggressive thrusts and the stinging spanks made it clear who was in control. Each new thrust and spank drove home her point, her cruel satisfaction evident in her tone and actions. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Trying to find some semblance of pleasure amidst the relentless humiliation, I began to finger myself, my fingers desperately working to stimulate my clit while she continued to pound me from behind. The mix of degradation and the physical sensations started to build up, and I could feel an intense wave of pleasure surging through me. My body trembled uncontrollably, the climax hitting me with such force that I couldn’t hold back the loud, involuntary moans escaping my lips. The orgasm left me gasping and quivering, caught between the conflicting emotions of shame and intense pleasure. “Oh, look at that,” she mocked, her tone dripping with disdain. “Even after all this, you can’t help but come like a pathetic little slut. Is this what you really wanted? To be reduced to nothing but a quivering mess for my amusement?” Her laughter was harsh and unforgiving, each taunt designed to emphasize my complete surrender to her control. The cruel amusement in her voice made it clear she enjoyed watching me squirm and writhe, her dominance over me absolute. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> It seemed that, exhausted from her relentless assault, her thrusts began to slow considerably. Soon, she pulled her strap-on out of my drenched, aching pussy. I curled up on the bed, my body still trembling from the intense session. My pussy was burning with a persistent itch, the aftermath of the raw, brutal treatment. As I lay there, curled up in a fetal position, the remnants of our encounter left me feeling exposed and raw. The soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of the relentless pounding I had endured. My breaths were shallow, each inhalation coming with a wince as my sensitive, over-stimulated cunt throbbed with a fierce, lingering discomfort. “Tired already, little slut?” she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. “I thought you could handle more than that. You look so pathetic curled up like that.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But she didn’t give a damn about how I felt. With a commanding tone, she ordered me to move over and then settled herself comfortably beside me on the bed. “Move over, you pathetic little slut,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Now, suck,” she commanded coldly, her eyes fixed on me with an impatient glare. I complied, my heart pounding in my chest as I repositioned myself at her feet. With trembling hands, I reached for the strap-on that had just been buried deep inside me. “Please,” I whispered, though I knew it was futile. I began to lick and suck it with desperate eagerness, trying to please her even though my own humiliation was reaching its peak. Each stroke of my tongue was met with her indifferent gaze, as she lounged lazily beside me, clearly enjoying the control she had over me. She smirked as she watched me, clearly amused by my submission. “That’s it,” she taunted, “suck it like the dirty whore you are.” Her hand rested casually on the strap-on, occasionally guiding it deeper into my mouth. “Tell me, does it taste good?” she sneered. “Do you like the taste of your own pussy on my strap-on?” My face was pressed against her skin, my lips and tongue working diligently on the strap-on, feeling the slick residue of our earlier encounter. Despite my internal revulsion and exhaustion, I continued to service her, my movements driven by the fear of further punishment. “Faster, you slut!” she barked. “I want to feel your desperation.” Her laughter filled the room, adding to my sense of utter degradation as I tried to keep up with her demands. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I lay there, polishing her strap-on with my lips and tongue, but it was clear that it wasn't enough for her. With a wicked grin, she said, “You know, I was really entertained watching you lick your feet on your stream. Seems like you're quite the foot fetishist. So why don't you show me how much you love feet now?” She smirked as she shoved her foot in my face. “Lick my feet, you little slut,” she ordered, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly and reluctantly took her foot in my hands. I positioned her toes close to my mouth, my heart racing with both dread and humiliation. Carefully, I began to lick each toe, my tongue moving cautiously over her skin. “That’s it,” she purred, clearly enjoying the sight of my submission. “Make sure you savor every inch.” I licked and sucked on her toes, trying to please her despite my disgust. Each pass of my tongue across her foot was met with her satisfied chuckles. “Good little foot slut,” she taunted. “You know how to make a girl happy.” As I continued, her laughter and cruel comments filled the room, making my task feel even more degrading. I could barely keep my focus as I worked on her foot, driven only by the fear of her wrath and the need to finish this humiliating ordeal. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then she said, “Don’t forget about the other foot,” and pushed her second foot into my face. With a sigh of resignation, I took her other foot in my hands. I started to lick and suck on her toes, feeling the heat of her sole against my face. As I worked on the toes of her first foot, she had shoved the second one into my mouth. I struggled to accommodate both feet, trying to balance the taste of her skin with the overwhelming humiliation. Sucking on both big toes simultaneously, my mouth was stretched wide open, filled with the salty taste of her skin. “That’s it,” she said with a mocking tone. “Show me how much you really enjoy it.” Her laughter echoed in my ears as I continued my task, trying my best to please her despite the overwhelming discomfort. The feeling of her feet pressed against my face, her toes invading my mouth, made the entire experience even more degrading. “You’re doing so well,” she taunted. “Just remember, this is what you wanted.” I kept sucking and licking, my cheeks bulging as I tried to keep up with her demands. The mixture of shame and desperation filled me as I focused on my task, hoping to finish quickly and escape this humiliating situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She pulled her foot out of my mouth and ran it slowly across my chest. The sensation of her foot sliding over my bare skin made me shiver with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. “Squeeze your small tits together,” she ordered, “and let me see how you can use them.” With trembling hands, I obeyed, pressing my breasts together. She positioned her foot between them and started moving it up and down, thrusting as if she were fucking my tits. The touch of her foot against my nipples and the humiliation of the act made me feel even more degraded. After a few moments of this cruel mockery, she pulled her foot away and I resumed my task. I began to suck on her toes again, my mouth eagerly taking in each one as I licked and nuzzled the sole of her foot. The taste and texture of her skin filled my senses, and I focused on pleasing her despite the intense humiliation. “Keep going,” she said with a smirk. “Make sure you show me how much you love every part of me.” Her voice was dripping with contempt, further amplifying my shame as I continued to worship her feet. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She pulled her foot out of my mouth and gave me a commanding look. "Get on top of me," she instructed. Trembling but obedient, I carefully positioned myself, straddling her. I guided the strap-on into my pussy, the thick silicone stretching me as I lowered myself onto it. With a moan of discomfort and a mix of shame, I placed my feet on her thighs for stability and began to bounce up and down on the strap-on. The pressure and friction were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but gasp as I rode her. My movements were a blend of hesitation and urgency, driven by the need to comply with her demands. As I continued to ride her, she reached up and started to caress my back with her hands. Her touch was both soothing and degrading, adding to the mix of sensations I was experiencing. She leaned forward and took my nipples into her mouth, licking and sucking them with a practiced skill that made my body shiver. "That's it," she murmured between licks, "Keep bouncing for me, you little slut. Show me how much you can take." Her breath on my skin and the relentless stimulation made me feel even more exposed and humiliated, but I had no choice but to continue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She looked at me with a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. "You’re such a lazy slut," she said with a sneer. "I want you to ride that strap-on harder. Show me just how eager you are to please me." Her words stung, but I had no choice but to comply. With a mix of desperation and humiliation, I started bouncing more vigorously on the strap-on. The thick, artificial cock stretched me, and every movement sent jolts of sensation through my already sensitive pussy. I could feel my body beginning to betray me again as the relentless stimulation pushed me towards another climax. Despite my exhaustion and the persistent ache between my legs, I couldn't stop myself. I was already on the edge, having climaxed twice today from this strap-on, my arousal and humiliation blending into an intense, overwhelming experience. "That’s better," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watched me. "I knew you had it in you. Keep going, and don’t stop until I’m satisfied." Her cruel satisfaction only made my predicament more unbearable, but I continued to ride her strap-on, determined to meet her expectations, even as my own body quaked with another impending climax. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She looked at me with a mixture of disdain and disappointment. “You’re nothing but a finished slut,” she sneered. “I’m really annoyed that you’re actually enjoying this. I wanted to punish you, not give you pleasure.” Her words cut deep, but I knew I had no choice but to comply. “I want to finish too,” she continued, her voice dripping with frustration. “So get down there. Lick my pussy clean.” With a mix of fear and reluctant eagerness, I moved into position, my heart racing as I approached her exposed pussy. I was desperate for this ordeal to end. I leaned in and began to eagerly lick her, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes as I made sure to get every inch of her slick folds. She moaned with satisfaction, her fingers gripping the sheets as I worked on her. I could feel the heat of her arousal against my face, and I desperately hoped that this act would lead to the end of our painful encounter. Her heavy breathing and the occasional harsh commands made it clear that she was close to her own climax. “That’s right,” she said with a smirk. “Make sure you get every drop. Show me just how much of a desperate slut you are.” I continued to lick, driven by the hope that this would be the final act in this degrading session, all the while trying to ignore the mix of humiliation and exhaustion that overwhelmed me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\21.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I knelt on all fours, my ass raised high, I licked her pussy with desperate fervor. My tongue worked tirelessly, tracing every fold and crevice as I aimed to please her and bring her to climax. The taste of her arousal coated my tongue, and I could feel her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing moment. Despite the burning humiliation and exhaustion, I focused on my task, driven by the desire to end this encounter. My tongue moved rhythmically, sliding over her wetness, while my position allowed me to be as thorough as possible. With each stroke, her moans grew louder, more urgent. Finally, I felt her body tense and heard her cry out as she reached her orgasm. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I continued to lick until she was completely satisfied. I could feel the intensity of her climax as she shuddered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. As her breathing began to slow, I held my position, hoping that my efforts would bring this degrading session to an end. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\22.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But after her orgasm, she wasn’t finished. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intent. She reached for a large, black, rubber dildo, its size intimidating and its length formidable. “Take this,” she commanded, handing it to me. “Lube it up generously with your saliva and spread your legs wide.” I complied, feeling a mix of dread and resignation as I took the dildo and began to coat it with my own spit. My hands were trembling slightly, but I made sure to apply plenty of saliva, covering every inch of the toy. With a resigned sigh, I lay back down, my legs spread wide and vulnerable. I positioned the dildo between my lips and started to suck it, taking it into my mouth as deeply as I could manage. The rubber was cold and unyielding against my tongue, but I forced myself to keep going. Meanwhile, she moved closer, her feet reaching out to touch my exposed pussy. Her toes brushed against my sensitive folds, spreading my labia apart with a casual, almost mocking touch. I could feel her feet gliding over me, their pressure adding another layer of humiliation to my already degrading situation. As I continued to suck on the dildo, her feet worked with a slow, deliberate motion, teasing and stretching me. The contrast between the cold, hard rubber in my mouth and the warm, soft skin of her feet on my pussy only intensified the humiliation. She watched me with a smirk, clearly enjoying the control she had over me and the sight of my obedience. “That’s it,” she taunted. “Make sure you get that dildo nice and wet, and keep those legs spread. You’re doing exactly what I want.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\23.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After that, she gave me a new command. “Now, insert that big black dildo into your pussy,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. “I want to see you stretch yourself open while I help.” I hesitated for a moment, but then positioned the dildo at my entrance. With a deep breath, I began to push it inside, feeling its girth stretching me painfully and deliciously. As I slid it in and out of my pussy, she guided my movements, her feet spreading my labia wide to give me better access. The feeling of the rubber filling me was intense, but her next command took things to a new level. She moved closer and used one of her feet to start stimulating my clitoris. Her toes gently rubbed and flicked against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The combination of the dildo thrusting inside me and her foot expertly working on my clit quickly became overwhelming. My breathing grew ragged as the pleasure built up, and before long, I was pushed to another intense orgasm. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going. I want to see you come again. Use that dildo and let me feel every bit of it.” Her foot continued its relentless stimulation, pushing me closer to the edge with every touch. My body shuddered and convulsed as the climax hit, and she watched with a satisfied grin, reveling in the control she held over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\24.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Exhausted and sweating from the intense session, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. “Now it’s your turn,” she commanded, her voice thick with anticipation. “Fuck me with that big black dildo.” I grabbed the dildo in my hand, feeling its firm, rubbery texture. I positioned it at her entrance, watching as her pussy eagerly welcomed it. With a deep breath, I began thrusting it rhythmically into her, each motion pushing deeper into her tight, wet cunt. As I fucked her with the dildo, I moved my mouth down to her foot, eagerly licking and sucking on her toes. Her feet were damp with sweat and a hint of the sweet, musky scent that made my arousal spike. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling me stretch your pussy open with this big black cock?” I murmured, my voice dripping with lust. “Yes, that’s it,” she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. “Don’t stop, make me feel every inch of it.” I continued to pump the dildo in and out of her, and I made sure to lavish attention on her foot. I licked between her toes, savoring the salty taste as I sucked her big toe deeply into my mouth. “Your feet taste so good,” I said, breathlessly. “I love how your toes feel against my tongue.” “Good,” she moaned, her voice trembling with each thrust. “Suck them harder. I want to feel your tongue all over my feet while you fuck me.” I shifted my focus from the dildo to her foot, tracing the contours of her arch with my tongue. "Tell me how much you enjoy it," I purred, my voice muffled by her foot. "How do my licks make you feel?" "It’s amazing," she gasped, her breathing ragged. "You’re such a dirty little slut for my feet. Lick them clean, and don’t stop until I’m completely satisfied." I continued to lick and suck her feet, paying special attention to her soles, savoring the sensation of her soft skin against my tongue. I ran my tongue slowly along the curve of her foot, from the heel to the toes, each stroke making her squirm with pleasure. "You’ve got such beautiful feet," I said between licks. "I love how they taste, how they feel in my mouth." "Good girl," she praised, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. "Now, don’t forget the other foot. I want to feel your tongue on both of them." With that, I moved to her other foot, eagerly sucking and licking each toe. I made sure to give equal attention, tracing my tongue along her instep and curling around each toe with fervor. "I’m going to make you come for me," I said, my voice low and teasing. "Tell me how much you love it." "I love it so much," she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Your tongue feels incredible on my feet. I’m so close to coming, keep going." I continued to pleasure her feet, all while maintaining a steady rhythm with the dildo inside her. My focus was divided between her moans of pleasure and the taste of her skin, ensuring she was fully satisfied. "Yes," she cried out, her voice breaking as she neared her climax. "That’s it. Keep licking, keep fucking me. I’m going to come so hard." I pressed on, savoring every moment of her reaction as she reached her climax. The room was filled with the sounds of our combined arousal, and I felt a deep satisfaction in giving her exactly what she desired. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\25.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After yet another intense orgasm, her mood seemed to improve slightly. She looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. "Alright, slut, that’s enough. You can go now," she said dismissively. But I was so drained and humiliated that I barely had the strength to move. Seeing my state, she pulled me closer and pressed her lips against mine in a fervent kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth with a fervor that matched the earlier intensity of our encounter. "You’re such a pathetic mess," she whispered between kisses, her voice both cruel and tender. "Look at you," she taunted, her lips still brushing against mine. "All hot and bothered, just like the desperate little slut you are. Did you really think you’d get out of this without a taste of humiliation? You’re nothing but a plaything for me." We continued to kiss, her hands roaming over my body as she made sure to accentuate my utter degradation. Her touch was both harsh and possessive, and every caress was a reminder of my objectification. "I bet you loved every second of this, didn’t you?" she sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. "You’re just a dirty little whore who can’t get enough. It must’ve been such a thrill to be used like this, to have your so-called dignity stripped away piece by piece." She paused, letting her hands rest on my shoulders as she looked at me with a smirk. "You know," she said, her tone almost playful, "I really thought you’d try to fight back or resist a bit more. But no, you just rolled over and played your part like the good little slut you are." I took a shuddering breath, trying to compose myself as much as I could. "Alright, you can go now," she said, her voice now slightly softer but still laced with an edge of command. "I’m done with you for now. But don’t think you’re free from me. I might just want to have some more fun with you later." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\apartment\mail\26.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With her final words echoing in my ears, I shakily got off the bed. I quickly dressed, my clothes feeling unbearably tight and oppressive against my battered body. As I stumbled out of her apartment, I could feel her gaze burning into my back, and a mix of relief and deep, lingering humiliation washed over me. I left the apartment, my heart racing, knowing I had just been subjected to an ordeal I would never forget. [[Leave the apartment|City Center]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $blackmailerWebcam = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><<if !$junkieUnderpass and $homelessUnderpass>><img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_junkie.jpg"/> As soon as I step into the underpass, a man blocks my path. His gaunt face is partially hidden beneath a hood, casting shadows over his features, but the erratic movements and wild eyes betray his state. He reminds me of a drug addict. He eyes me up and down, a nasty grin creeping across his face as he starts making crude remarks, inching closer. "Hey, slow down, babe," he sneers, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You’re not in a hurry, are ya? Come on, give me a little attention." He leans in closer, licking his lips. "Bet you're just dying for a real man like me, huh?" His grin widens, eyes gleaming with entitlement as he reaches out a hand, fingers twitching confidently. <ul> <li>[[Find out what he wants|Confront Man Underpass]]</li> <li>[[Try to run away|Run Away Underpass]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Pepper Spray")>> <li>[[Use the pepper spray|Use Pepper Spray Underpass]]</li><</if>> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_night.jpg"/> It’s already too late to safely venture into the underpass. The darkness and the eerie atmosphere at this hour make it far too dangerous. I should probably turn back and leave this place for now. <ul> <li>[[Leave the underpass|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_day.jpg"/> I descend the worn stone steps into the underpass. The air becomes cooler and damp as I move deeper. The dim lights overhead flicker now and then, casting unsettling shadows on the walls. The smell of mildew and city grime fills my nose as the distant echo of footsteps reverberates through the tunnel. As I make my way through, I notice a few figures lingering in the shadows. A homeless man huddles in a corner, while a suspicious-looking individual eyes the passersby. Scattered posters and graffiti cover the walls, faded and worn but still legible. <ul> <li>[[Head towards the metro station|Metro Home Turnstile]]</li> <<if !$homelessUnderpass>> <li>[[Talk to the homeless man|Talk Homeless]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Examine the posters and graffiti|Examine Graffiti]]</li> <li>[[Leave the underpass|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_turnstile.jpg"/> I approach the turnstile and pull out 2 dollars. After inserting the money, the barrier clicks open, and I step through. <<set $money -= 2>> The cool, stale air of the metro station hits me as I descend the stairs. The distant rumble of trains and the chatter of people waiting on the platform fill the space. [[Continue|Metro Home Station]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/homeless_man.jpg"/> I approach the homeless man huddled in the corner of the underpass. His clothes are dirty and torn, and he clutches a small cardboard sign that reads, "Need help. God bless." His eyes are tired, and he watches me warily as I get closer. <ul> <li>[[Give him some change|Give Change]]</li> <li>[[Spit on him and laugh|Spit And Laugh]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/graffiti.jpg"/> I take a moment to examine the various graffiti and posters plastered on the grimy walls of the underpass. The graffiti is a mix of vibrant colors and crude drawings, some depicting abstract shapes, while others are more explicit and aggressive in nature. Among the chaotic scrawlings, a particular poster catches my eye. It’s a bright and bold advertisement for a sex shop located in the city center mall. The poster promises "exotic toys and pleasure items" with an image of a neon-lit storefront. The address and opening hours are clearly displayed, inviting curious customers to explore the shop’s offerings. The contrast between the vibrant poster and the dingy surroundings only makes the ad stand out more, almost as if it’s calling out to me. <ul> <li>[[Step away from the wall|Underpass]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/homeless_man.jpg"/> I reach into my pocket and pull out a couple of dollars. The homeless man's eyes light up with gratitude as I hand them over. "Thank you, miss," he says in a rough voice. "You're a good person. But let me give you a piece of advice: a nice girl like you shouldn't be in this underpass late at night. It's not safe around here, especially after dark. Take care of yourself." He nods in appreciation as I step back, his words lingering in my mind. <ul> <li>[[Return to the underpass|Underpass]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 2>><<set $homelessUnderpass = true>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/homeless_manaway.jpg"/> I glance down at the homeless man, a smirk forming on my lips. Without a second thought, I spit on him, the glob landing on his tattered jacket. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief as I let out a cruel laugh, the sound echoing through the underpass. He looks up at me, hurt and humiliated, but says nothing. The once grateful expression on his face is now replaced with one of sorrow and despair. "Why...?" he mutters softly, barely audible, his voice full of pain. With a satisfied grin, I turn away, leaving him to wallow in his misery. <ul> <li>[[Walk away|Underpass]]</li> </ul> <<set $homelessUnderpass = true>><<set $homelessfunUnderpass = true>><<set $corruption += 1>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/subway.jpg"/> The cool air of the metro station surrounds me, the distant rumble of trains reverberating off the tiled walls. A few passengers linger on the platform. A man in a long coat leans against the wall, his face partially hidden by a hat. Nearby, a young couple quietly chat, their voices lost in the echoes of the station. Further down, an older woman sits on a bench, clutching a shopping bag, her eyes nervously scanning the dimly lit space. The fluorescent lights flicker occasionally, casting dancing shadows across the walls. An advertisement for a new nightclub catches my eye, its bright colors standing out against the otherwise drab surroundings. I hear the faint whistle of an approaching train, the vibrations under my feet growing stronger. The platform hums with anticipation, and the wind picks up, signaling the train’s imminent arrival. <ul> <li>[[Wait for the train|Subway Car]]</li> <li>[[Leave the metro station|Underpass]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/subway_train.jpg"/> I step into the subway car, where the interior is dimly lit and filled with the low hum of the train’s engine. The seats are a mix of worn fabric and hard plastic, and the air carries a faint smell of oil and cleaning products. The doors close behind me with a whoosh, and the train starts moving, gently swaying with each turn. The metro map inside the car shows several stations, each leading to a different part of the city. I consider my options: <<link "Travel to the neighborhood area" "Metro Home Station">> <</link>> <<link "Travel to the city center" "Metro City Center Station">> <</link>> <<link "Travel to the slums" "Metro Slums Station">> <</link>> <<link "Travel to the suburbs" "Metro Suburb Station">> <</link>> <<link "Travel to the university area" "Metro University Station">> <</link>> <<link "Travel to the business district" "Metro Business District Station">> <</link>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\metro_station/subway.jpg"/> I find myself in the bustling heart of the city’s metro station. The air is filled with the constant murmur of voices and the rhythmic clatter of footsteps on the tiled floor. The station is brightly lit, with large digital boards flashing advertisements and updates about train schedules. As I look around, I see a mix of people hurriedly moving about. A businesswoman with a briefcase taps away on her phone, seemingly lost in her own world. Nearby, a street musician plays a lively tune on his saxophone, drawing a small crowd of onlookers who drop coins into his open case. In the corner, a group of tourists studies a map, clearly trying to figure out their next destination. The station's architecture is modern and sleek, with polished floors and high ceilings adorned with colorful art installations. Large glass windows offer a view of the cityscape outside, where the skyline is dotted with towering skyscrapers and bright lights. The distant rumble of trains arriving and departing adds to the lively atmosphere of the station. With the train approaching, I feel a sense of anticipation as the platform vibrates slightly. The bright lights of the station reflect off the sleek, metallic surfaces of the train, promising a journey through the vibrant city. <<link "Catch the next train" "Subway Car">> <</link>> <<link "Exit the station and explore the city center" "City Center">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/metro_station/suburb_metro_station.jpg"/> I step into the suburban metro station, greeted by the warm glow of overhead lights that create a cozy ambiance. The station is a blend of functionality and charm, with well-kept tiles and cheerful murals depicting scenes of community life. The air is filled with the faint scent of fresh paint and a hint of flowers from nearby gardens. Commuters mill about, some chatting amicably, while others are lost in their thoughts, clutching their morning coffees. A mother juggles a toddler on one hip while trying to gather her bags, and a group of teenagers shares a laugh, their backpacks sprawled on the floor. The sounds of trains arriving and departing create a soothing rhythm, punctuated by the cheerful announcements over the PA system. As I wait for my train, I notice a bulletin board adorned with local events and notices, showcasing the vibrant community spirit of the suburbs. The atmosphere here feels more relaxed compared to the bustling city, offering a brief respite from the chaos. The gentle rumble of the approaching train sends a thrill through the crowd as the platform vibrates beneath my feet. <<link "Board the next train" "Subway Car">> <</link>> <<link "Exit the station and explore the suburbs" "Suburbs">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/university/metro_station/university_metro_station.jpg"/> I find myself in the bustling university metro station, surrounded by the energy of students rushing to and from classes. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, conversations, and the occasional announcement echoing over the speakers. Colorful posters and flyers plaster the walls, advertising student clubs, events, and lectures, contributing to the vibrant atmosphere. The lighting is bright and welcoming, illuminating the polished tiles and creating a lively backdrop for the throng of young people. A group of friends huddles together, reviewing their notes while others sit on benches, engrossed in their phones or flipping through textbooks. The scent of coffee from a nearby café wafts through the air, mingling with the faint odor of train tracks and metal. As I wait for my train, I watch as students rush to catch their rides, their backpacks bouncing with each step. The anticipation of the approaching train vibrates through the platform, a rhythmic reminder of the academic life that pulses through this area. With a soft rumble, the train arrives, doors sliding open to reveal a carriage filled with eager passengers, ready to embark on their next journey. <<link "Board the next train" "Subway Car">> <</link>> <<link "Exit the station and explore the university area" "University Area">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/metro_station/subway_station.jpg"/> I step up to the turnstile, pulling out a couple of crumpled dollars. After sliding the money in, the barrier creaks open, and I slip through. <<set $money -= 2>> The air in the slum metro station is heavy and stale, filled with the faint smell of mold and the distant rumble of trains reverberating through the tunnels. Dim, flickering lights struggle to illuminate the grimy platform, casting eerie shadows that dance along the cracked tiles. The station is a mix of crumbling infrastructure and haphazard repairs, giving it a gritty, chaotic vibe. The murmurs of waiting passengers fill the air, each lost in their own world, many casting wary glances around as if assessing the risks of the neighborhood. <ul> <li>[[Continue|Metro Slums Station]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\metro_station/subway_station.jpg"/> I approach the turnstile and pull out 2 dollars. After inserting the money, the barrier clicks open, and I step through. <<set $money -= 2>> The air in the metro station is cool and musty as I descend the stairs, the sound of distant trains echoing through the tunnels. The platform is bathed in a soft, artificial light, creating a stark contrast with the shadows that stretch along the tiled walls. The station blends elements of modern design with older, worn features, giving it a unique and somewhat nostalgic atmosphere. The hum of the city's subway system is ever-present, and I can see other passengers waiting for their trains, each absorbed in their own thoughts. I take a moment to gather my bearings and decide what to do next. <ul> <li>[[Continue|Metro City Center Station]]</li> </ul>

<<if $basketballEncounter>><img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/> I remember the hostile encounter I had with the players the last time I approached them. I decide to keep my distance, not wanting to relive the humiliation and harsh words from before. Instead, I observe from afar, choosing to avoid provoking them again. <ul> <li>[[Return to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><<set $basketballEncounter = true>><img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_guys.jpg"/> I walk up to the group of players, who are locked in an intense game. As I approach, one of the players, distracted by my presence, misses an easy shot. His face twists in anger as he glares at me, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “Man, what the hell is this white bitch doing here?” he barks, his voice filled with contempt. The other players stop and turn to look at you, their faces reflecting a mixture of disdain and hostility. One of the players, visibly irritated, stomps over to me. “What the hell do you want?” he growls, his eyes narrowing. You stutter, “I was just hoping I could... maybe join your game?” He cuts you off with a sneer. “Hell no, we don’t play with fucking bitches, especially white trash. Only in bed, if you’re lucky,” he says, and the group erupts in cruel laughter. Feeling a rush of humiliation and anger, I take a step back, my face burning with shame. The laughter and jeers continue as I walk away, their voices echoing in my ears. “Get the fuck outta here, you skinny white bitch!” <ul> <li>[[Return to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if !$inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>>Although one half of the court is dominated by a group of aggressive Black guys playing with full intensity, the other half remains completely empty. It’s clear that no one wants to challenge or even share the space with them. Scattered on the ground, I notice a few basketballs lying unattended, almost inviting me to pick one up. The court feels divided—one side buzzing with energy and competition, the other side quiet and untouched. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/> Without workout clothing, I decide it's best to head to the mall to buy some. Playing basketball in my regular clothes would be too awkward and uncomfortable. <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>>I grab a basketball from the court and start practicing my shots. Moving around the court, I shoot hoops and work on my skills. The physical activity feels good, and I can sense myself getting more into the game. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/basketball/alone.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <<if $basketballAloneUsage < 10>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>><<set $basketballAloneUsage = $basketballAloneUsage + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> <</if>><<if $basketballAloneUsage >= 10>> I've played basketball alone numerous times. The physical benefits are already evident, and I know that further play won't increase my fitness any more. <<if !$talkedToTycen>> As I prepare to leave the court, I hear someone shout, "Hey, white chick, wait up!"" <ul> <li>[[Stop and find out what they want|Approach Shouter]]</li> <li>[[Ignore and leave|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <<if $talkedToTycen>> <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>><</if>> <<if $basketballAloneUsage < 10>><ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <</if>>

Deciding it’s better not to be rude or ignore the shouting guy, I come to a stop. A moment later, a huge, muscular Black man, towering over me by at least two heads, emerges from behind. He looks down at me with a curious expression. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a hint of annoyance, I ask, "What do you want?" The man raises his hands in a placating gesture and says, "Yo, chill out, shorty. You still trippin' 'bout what went down with Malik? He got thrown off 'cause of you and missed that shot. We was playin' for cash, so he got a bit heated, but it’s all good now. I ain't here to make things worse." Relieved, I ask, "So, did you call me over just to apologize? If that's all, I'm not upset, and I'd like to leave now." He smirks and shakes his head, "Nah, baby girl, that ain't it. While we was ballin', we peeped you out there on the other side of the court, lookin' all kinds of wack. But I see a lil' potential in you. If you down, I can hook you up with some moves to step up your game." He winks at you. <ul> <li>[[Agree to let him show you some tricks|Basketball Tricks]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline and leave the court|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<set $talkedToTycen = true>>

Deciding that a lesson in basketball wouldn't hurt, I agree to practice with Tycen. He nods approvingly and suddenly tosses me a basketball. I manage to catch it just in time, feeling its weight in my hands. Tycen extends his large, calloused hand towards me and says with a confident grin, "Aight, let’s get it poppin’, shorty." His tone is both encouraging and commanding, and I can see that he’s genuinely interested in helping me improve my skills. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> For the most part, Tycen demonstrates the proper movements and shooting techniques. His instructions are clear, and I find myself picking up the basics quite well. The practice goes smoothly, and I start to feel more confident about my abilities. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I gather my things and prepare to leave, Tycen calls out to me, "Yo, if you wanna get serious with this game sometime, hit me up. I gotchu, and we’ll work on it together." With a nod of appreciation, I thank him and head off, feeling satisfied with the session and the new skills I've acquired. <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<<if $trainingTycen is true>>I decided to practice basketball with Tycen again. Even though he was quite bold the last time, I couldn’t deny that I learned so much more from training with him than just tossing the ball into the hoop by myself. His hands-on approach, while overwhelming at times, made me feel like I was improving faster than I ever would alone. There was something about the way he pushed me, both physically and mentally, that made me want to keep coming back for more, despite his overconfidence. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycenplay.jpg"/> This time, the training session was even more intense than before. Tycen pushed me harder, and I found myself working up a sweat much faster. Strangely, his friends on the other side of the court weren’t jeering and egging him on like last time, which was a bit of a relief. Even Tycen, while still playing close to me, didn’t get as handsy as he had before. His focus seemed more on the game, and though he still maintained his cocky attitude, it was clear he was taking the training more seriously. It almost felt like we were in sync, moving through the drills without as much of the distraction or tension from before. By the time I was completely exhausted, barely able to move my legs, Tycen noticed and walked over to me, still looking full of energy. His confidence hadn’t faded in the slightest. “You gotta step up your stamina, lil’ mama,” he said, a playful smirk on his face. I could barely muster the energy to respond, mumbling something in agreement between gasps for air. Then he casually asked, “What’s good, you tryna chill somewhere after this?” His tone was relaxed, but I was drenched in sweat, feeling like I could collapse at any moment. “I’m not so sure about that,” I admitted, wiping my forehead. But Tycen, apparently deciding that my reluctance was due to something other than sheer exhaustion, flashed a grin and added, “Don’t worry, baby. I got it covered—I’m paying.” <ul> <li>[[Accept Tycen's offer|Tycen After Workout]]</li> <li>[[Decline politely for another time|Outside]]</li></ul><<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>><<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 2>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> <<else>>I call Tycen over, and after he says something to his friends that makes them burst into loud laughter, he approaches me with a smirk. “Yo, you ready to get that sweat on, shorty?” he says, his tone dripping with cockiness. Today, Tycen’s behavior is even more brazen than during our first practice. It’s clear he’s feeling emboldened, likely because his friends—a group of Black men on the other side of the court—are watching and laughing, hurling crude comments and jeers my way. Tycen seems to thrive on their attention, basking in their approval. He demonstrates a few moves, showing off his skills with a flourish before tossing me the basketball. “Yo, take off that shirt wrapped around your waist,” he instructs, “it’ll be easier this way.” Whether he means easier for me or for him is anyone’s guess. I remove the shirt and toss it onto the court, leaving me in just my light shorts. As I prepare to take a shot, Tycen steps up behind me, his presence imposing. He grips my sides firmly with both hands, his touch both commanding and intimate. “You ain’t moving right,” he says, his breath warm against my neck. “Let me show you how it’s done.” Just as I’m about to shoot, he playfully smacks my rear, his voice coaxing, “Let’s go, baby.” Startled by his sudden and bold action, I miss the basket, and Tycen bursts into laughter, his amusement ringing out over the court. His friends join in, their laughter adding to my embarrassment. I mutter to myself, “Seriously? This is so embarrassing.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Despite the awkward moment earlier, Tycen seems eager to continue the training. After a few more shots, he suggests we work on dribbling. He starts bouncing the ball with a practiced rhythm, and I follow his lead, trying to get the hang of it. As I concentrate on the ball, Tycen positions himself behind me. His large, powerful hands grasp my sides with a firm, almost possessive grip. His touch is commanding yet intimate, making me acutely aware of his presence. He presses his body against mine, his groin deliberately brushing against my rear with each bounce of the ball. The sensation is unmistakably provocative, and his confidence is palpable. “Feel the rhythm, girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low, throaty rumble. “Let your body move with the ball. You gotta get that connection.” His hands slide up and down my sides, his fingertips occasionally brushing against my skin. The contact is both assertive and suggestive, his large frame enveloping me as he demonstrates the dribbling technique. I try to stay focused despite the mounting tension. “I’m trying, but it’s hard with you so close,” I admit, feeling the heat of his body against mine. Tycen’s actions become increasingly bold, his body pressing tighter against me as he makes me adjust my stance. His movements are deliberately slow, his breath hot against my neck. The friction between his groin and my rear is deliberate, creating an electric tension that’s hard to ignore. “You’re doing great, girl,” he growls, his voice tinged with a smirk. “Just let go and feel the game.” His hands continue to roam, exploring the curve of my waist and the small of my back, as he maintains an almost possessive hold. The intimate contact is a stark reminder of the line he’s crossing, but his focus on my technique seems to mask his true intentions. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I focus on the dribbling, Tycen’s hands move confidently to my waist, his grip firm and commanding. Before I can fully react, he lifts me off the ground with surprising ease, holding me high above the court. I instinctively place the ball in the hoop, the action feeling almost effortless from this elevated position. “That’s a perfect shot, right there!” Tycen exclaims, his voice filled with approval. His praise, however, does little to distract me from the fact that while he’s holding me up, my backside is practically pressed against his face. The sensation of being so close, with only the thin fabric of my shorts separating me from him, is both thrilling and awkward. “This is... way too close,” I think, trying to ignore the discomfort. His hands are strong and secure around my waist, and I can feel his breath against my exposed skin. The proximity of his face so close to me is undeniable, and the tension in the air is palpable. The experience is both exhilarating and intensely personal, making me acutely aware of his physical presence. Eventually, Tycen gently lowers me back to the ground. As I stand on my own two feet, he steps back and gives me a broad grin. “You’re making some real progress,” he says, his tone a mix of encouragement and satisfaction. The praise is welcome, but the lingering memory of his hands on my waist and the intimate contact is hard to shake. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\proposal\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a rigorous workout, I’m sweating heavily, feeling the exhaustion set in. I turn to Tycen, my voice tinged with fatigue as I say, "I’m really tired and could use a break." His expression shifts to one of mild disappointment, but he quickly masks it with a smirk. “Aight, no problem, shorty,” he replies, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. “You look like you could use a shower and some rest.” His gaze lingers on me, taking in the way my clothes cling to my sweaty body. The implication of his words and the suggestive tone leave little to the imagination. He steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “If you wanna keep up with the training later, just holler at me,” he adds, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll be around, ready to help you out whenever you need it.” With that, he gives me a final, lingering look before turning away, allowing me to head off to freshen up. The heat of the moment and his lingering presence make me feel both relieved and intriguingly unsettled. <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul><<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $trainingTycen = true>><<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_bed.jpg"/> Upon entering Margaret's room, I found her sprawled out on the bed, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She locked eyes with me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she lazily stretched, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her thigh. "Come here, my little thief," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I stumbled over my words, trying to explain myself. "I-I swear, I haven't stolen anything since that ring…" Margaret cut me off, her voice sharp yet playful. "I know that, you silly girl. But I just felt like having some fun tonight. Now, shut up and come here." Trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, I slowly approached the bed, my eyes never leaving hers. She watched me with a predatory gaze, her tongue flicking over her lips as if savoring the moment. When I was close enough, she reached out with her foot, gently caressing my cheek. The sensation of her soft, stocking-clad foot against my skin sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. "Mmm, that's a good girl," she murmured, her tone laced with wicked delight. "You like that, don’t you? My little thief turned obedient slut." Before I could respond, she used her other foot to part my lips, slipping her toes into my mouth. "Suck," she commanded. [[Submit and start licking her foot|Margaret Submit]] [[Refuse|Refuse Margaret]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> I take a deep breath and approach Robert, who’s polishing glasses behind the bar. He looks up and gives me a friendly nod. “Hey, Robert,” I begin, trying to sound casual, “You seem like a guy who might have some useful connections. Maybe you know someone who can help me with a little problem I’m dealing with?” “Oh? Are you trying to hit on me, or is this something serious?” Robert raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “No, nothing like that. I just figured you might know someone who could help with a situation I have with my new neighbor, Margaret.” “Margaret? Who’s that?” Robert leans on the bar, looking genuinely interested. “She’s the woman who lives one floor above me,” I explain, glancing around the bar to make sure no one is eavesdropping. “She’s in her forties and pretty intimidating. Things have gotten pretty rough between us, and I’m not sure how to handle it.” “I don’t really want to get involved in a dispute with a woman in her forties. What’s the issue? Did you accidentally insult her favorite TV show or something?” Robert furrows his brow, shaking his head. “No, it’s a bit more complicated than that. It started with something else and has escalated. It’s been tough dealing with her.” “Alright, listen up. I might have a contact who can help you out. I know a woman who used to be in the police force but left because it wasn’t the most rewarding job here. She’s someone who can handle situations like this for a fee. Her name’s Riley Blackwood—she’s a striking brunette with a full arm tattoo. You’ll find her hanging out at the Pulse club, just a few blocks from here. She’s a heavy smoker, so you might spot her in the smoking area, or you could ask around with the club’s regulars.” Robert nods slowly, then adds. “And what’s the cost for her services?” I ask, taking in the details. “Bring a thousand dollars. I know it sounds like a lot, but Riley usually charges quite a bit more. Since you’re just looking to handle one annoying neighbor, she might cut you a break. Just tell her you’re from me—Riley and I go way back. I’m sure she’ll offer you a discount.” Robert leans in a bit, lowering his voice. “A thousand dollars? That’s a huge amount!” My eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, take it easy. We’re talking about some not-so-legal help here. Normally, Riley’s fees are high, but dealing with a single troublesome neighbor should be manageable. And don’t worry about paying me for the tip—I’m sure I’ll get a chance to return the favor someday.” Robert chuckles softly and gives me a reassuring wink. “Thanks for the advice, Robert.” I thank him and, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension, get up from the bar counter. I leave the bar, mentally preparing for my visit to the Pulse club. <<set $robertAdvice = true>> [[Leave the bar|Outside]]

Determined to find Riley Blackwood, you begin making your way through the club, approaching a few regulars and staff members. The responses are less than encouraging. Most people just give you blank stares, some shrug indifferently, and a few even chuckle, clearly amused by your persistence. You lean against the bar, taking a deep breath before trying again. "Hey, do you know a woman named Riley Blackwood?" you ask a man nursing a drink. He glances at you briefly before shaking his head and turning back to his drink. "Sorry, can’t help you," he mutters without much interest. After hearing another disappointing "No, never heard of her," you feel your frustration building. It seems like you’re hitting a wall, and the more you ask, the more impossible it seems to find anyone who knows Riley. <img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_smokingwaitress.jpg"/> Just as you’re about to give up, a waitress who’s been hovering nearby steps closer. She’s a young woman with a sharp gaze and a knowing smile. "I couldn’t help but overhear you asking about Miss Blackwood," she says, her tone both cautious and curious. "Why are you looking for her?" You hesitate for a moment, realizing how suspicious your inquiry might sound. "Robert, the bartender, asked me to get in touch with her," you explain, hoping that dropping his name might help your cause. The waitress arches an eyebrow, clearly weighing your words. "Robert, huh?" she repeats, her expression softening slightly as she nods. "Okay, that makes a bit more sense." She pauses, looking you over with a discerning eye. "So, what do you need with Miss Blackwood? She doesn’t usually mix with strangers." Not wanting to reveal too much, you simply say, "It’s a personal matter. I just need to talk to her about something important." The waitress watches you for a moment longer before sighing and gesturing toward the exit. "I saw Miss Blackwood just a few minutes ago. She was heading toward the exit, probably stepping out for a smoke." She leans in a bit closer. "She’s not one to be messed with, so approach her carefully." You nod appreciatively, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. "Thanks, I appreciate the tip." "Good luck," she adds with a faint smirk, stepping back to attend to another customer. You give her a quick smile in return and make your way toward the exit, your mind racing as you prepare for the encounter with Riley Blackwood. [[Head outside to find Riley|Talk To Riley]]

You hurry towards the exit of the club, your heart racing as you scan the dimly lit street for any sign of the woman Robert described. The night air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth and noise of the club. As you step outside, you squint, trying to pick out anyone who matches the image in your mind—an athletic brunette, tanned skin, with a tattoo that runs down her arm. Your thoughts are a jumble of nerves and anticipation. What if she’s already gone? What if you can’t find her? Then, just as doubt begins to creep in, you spot her. A woman stands a few paces away, leaning casually against the wall of the club, her figure partially obscured by the shadows. She’s holding a cigarette between her fingers, the glowing ember flaring briefly as she takes a drag. Her other hand holds a phone to her ear, her voice low and steady as she talks. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and approach her cautiously, not wanting to interrupt. You stop a few feet away, waiting for her to finish her conversation. Up close, you notice the intricate details of the tattoo that winds down her arm, a mix of abstract designs and sharp lines that give her an edgy, dangerous aura. Finally, she ends the call with a curt, “Yeah, later,” before slipping the phone into her pocket. She turns her gaze toward you, her eyes sharp and assessing as she takes in your appearance. <img src="img/characters/riley/welcome.jpg"/> “Miss Blackwood?” you ask, your voice coming out more timid than you intended. The woman raises an eyebrow, clearly sizing you up. “Who’s asking?” she replies, her tone guarded. You swallow, trying to steady your nerves. “Uh, Robert—Robert from the bar—he mentioned you might be able to help me with... a problem,” you explain, feeling a bit foolish under her scrutinizing gaze. Recognition flickers in her eyes at the mention of Robert’s name, and she exhales slowly, a stream of smoke curling up into the night air. “Robert, huh? What’s that bastard gotten you into?” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice as she crushes the cigarette under her boot. “It’s not exactly him,” you clarify, trying to choose your words carefully. “I’ve been having some issues with my housemate—she’s, uh, making things really difficult for me. Robert thought you might know how to... deal with that.” Riley’s expression softens slightly, but her eyes remain sharp. “So, you’ve got trouble with a housemate? What, she steal your boyfriend or something?” she asks with a smirk, clearly teasing. You shake your head, trying to maintain a serious tone. “No, nothing like that. It’s... it’s more complicated. She’s been blackmailing me, and things have gotten... out of hand,” you admit, feeling a wave of frustration wash over you as you recount the situation. Riley’s smirk fades as she listens, her demeanor shifting to something more professional. “Blackmail, huh? That’s a nasty business,” she mutters, more to herself than to you. “Alright, give me the rundown. Who is she, and what’s she got on you?” You hesitate, not wanting to reveal too much. “Her name’s Margaret. She’s older, lives upstairs, and she’s been making my life hell. I... can’t really go into the details, but she’s threatened to ruin me if I don’t do what she says,” you explain, your voice wavering slightly as you recall the fear and anxiety Margaret has caused you. Riley nods slowly, her eyes narrowing as she considers your words. “Okay, I get the picture. So, you need me to make her back off?” she asks, her tone matter-of-fact. “Exactly,” you reply, feeling a sense of relief that she seems to understand the gravity of the situation. “Alright, that’ll be two thousand dollars. Payment upfront,” Riley states, crossing her arms as she waits for your response. Your eyes widen in shock. “Two thousand? But Robert said it would be one thousand,” you protest, your voice rising in disbelief. Riley rolls her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Robert’s a cheap bastard, always trying to lowball me,” she mutters under her breath. Then, with a resigned shrug, she says, “Fine. One thousand to scare off an old hag. But listen, this isn’t just some neighborhood squabble. You’re asking me to step into something that could get messy. You sure you want to do this?” You nod, determined. “Yes. I can’t keep living like this. I need her to back off,” you say, your voice firm despite the nervousness gnawing at you. “Alright,” Riley says, her tone final. “I’ll take care of it. But understand this—once I get involved, there’s no going back. If you’re okay with that, we’ve got a deal.” You hesitate for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. But you know you can’t turn back now. “I’m okay with it,” you confirm, handing over the money with a slightly trembling hand. Riley counts the cash quickly before stuffing it into her jacket pocket. “Good. I’ll need your email. I’ll let you know when the job’s done,” she says, pulling out her phone to jot down your contact information. You give her your email, and she nods in acknowledgment. “Alright, you’ll hear from me soon. And don’t worry—this won’t take long,” she adds, a confident edge to her voice as she turns to leave. As she walks away, you feel a mix of relief and anxiety, knowing that things are finally moving forward. But as you watch Riley disappear into the night, you can’t help but wonder what the consequences of this decision will be. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $rileyConversation = true>><<set $money -= 1000>><<set $rileyLastContact = $dayNumber>><<set $riley_relationship = $riley_relationship + 1>>

<img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> I eagerly open my email, my heart racing as I anticipate what Riley might have sent. But that excitement quickly turns to disappointment and confusion when I see the message from RB simply says: “The job is done.” My eyes narrow as I stare at the screen. What does that even mean? Did Riley really handle everything? A part of me craves more details—was it a success, or is there something left unresolved? This vague message leaves me hanging, my mind racing with questions. Why couldn’t Riley have been more specific? Did she think a single line would be enough to ease my worry? As I stew in my frustration, it dawns on me why Riley's communication is so sparse. I paid her to handle something under the table, something that needed to remain discreet. Her cryptic message is probably her way of keeping things low-key, avoiding any incriminating details that could come back to haunt her—or me. Despite my annoyance at the lack of clarity, a wave of relief washes over me. The anxiety and fear that have plagued me for weeks are starting to dissipate. The nasty threats and degrading demands from Margaret, the torment about the ring, and her constant need to humiliate me are finally over. I begin to allow myself to feel a glimmer of joy and triumph. I start to imagine a future without Margaret’s oppressive presence, without having to bow down to her or fear her next demand. Just as I begin to revel in this newfound sense of freedom, the doorbell rings, slicing through my moment of triumph with its sharp, jarring sound. The sudden interruption snaps me back to reality, and I’m left wondering who could be knocking at my door now. A mix of curiosity and apprehension floods over me as I approach the door, the excitement of my recent victory momentarily overshadowed by the uncertainty of who might be on the other side. With my mind still reeling from the implications of Riley’s message and the sense of liberation it brings, I take a deep breath and move toward the door, ready to find out who is intruding on my brief moment of peace. <<set $rileyEmailRead = true>> [[Check who’s at the door|Door Call M]]

I felt a surge of relief, thinking that the worst was finally behind me. With a contented sigh, I made my way to the door, eager to see what awaited me next. As I opened it, I was taken aback by the sight before me. Standing on the doorstep was none other than Margaret. Her presence was unexpected and jarring after the events of the past few days. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_usb.jpg"/> Margaret's expression is unusually soft, and her voice, though tinged with a hint of condescension, is surprisingly gentle. "Oh, I'm so sorry, dear," she begins, her tone dripping with feigned sincerity. "I realize I've been quite terrible to you lately. I think I may have gone a bit overboard." She pauses, a calculated smile on her lips. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior." Before I could fully process the situation, Margaret extended her hand, holding out a USB flash drive with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "As a gesture of my apology," she continued, "I'd like to give you this little gift. Please, accept it." Still in shock and not quite sure what to make of her sudden change in demeanor, I cautiously reached out and took the flash drive from her. The cool metal of the USB felt oddly reassuring in my hand. Margaret’s smile widened just slightly as she nodded. "I hope this will help make amends," she said, her voice holding a note of finality. With a final, somewhat insincere apology, Margaret turned and walked away, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement. I closed the door behind her, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet of my apartment. A sense of unease lingered as I stared at the flash drive in my hand. What could she possibly have on this? Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I quickly headed back to my computer. The flash drive might hold answers, or perhaps new problems. Either way, I was determined to find out what was on it. [[Check the contents of the flash drive|Check Flash Drive]]

With a surge of excitement, I rushed to my room, each step feeling like an eternity as I anticipated what was on the USB flash drive. I closed the door behind me and quickly made my way to my desk, my heart pounding in my chest. The cool metallic surface of the flash drive felt reassuringly solid in my hand. I carefully inserted it into my computer’s USB port, the drive clicking into place with a satisfying snap. <img src="img/locations/home/computer.jpg"/> As the drive connected, my computer made a soft chime, acknowledging the new device. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves and curiosity. What could Margaret have left for me? My mind raced through possibilities—perhaps it was a detailed explanation, a confession, or even something entirely unexpected. I leaned closer to the screen, my eyes scanning for any sign of new files or folders. After a brief moment, my computer recognized the drive, and a new window popped up displaying its contents. To my surprise, there was only one folder on the flash drive. The folder’s name was written in a slightly playful, almost taunting script: “For My Naughty Girl.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling a twinge of both curiosity and unease. The name seemed both intimate and slightly condescending. I clicked on the folder, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Inside, there was only one file: a video recording. The file had an unassuming title, but the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in. What could this video reveal? How would it affect everything I’d been through? As I opened the video file, my heart raced with anticipation. The footage began with various angles from surveillance cameras around Margaret’s apartment. I saw different rooms: her office, the kitchen, the bedroom. The camera angles switched rapidly, each new view offering a glimpse into Margaret’s private life. Suddenly, the footage transitioned to a darker room. The floor was covered with black carpeting, the furniture starkly black, and the windows draped with deep red curtains. In the corner of the room stood Margaret, her figure imposing even in the dim light. Without warning, the door to this gloomy room swung open abruptly. Riley strode in confidently, dressed in a sleek black dress and high heels. I noticed she was holding ropes in both hands, her presence commanding attention as she entered the room. The door closed behind her with a firm click, and Riley’s confident demeanor momentarily faltered as she took in the sight of Margaret. I had only seen Riley once before, but her strong, self-assured presence left a lasting impression. Robert spoke highly of her. Yet, as I watched the video, I saw Riley hesitate, her bravado dimming as she faced Margaret. Margaret, on the other hand, turned sharply towards the door at the sound of Riley’s entrance. With a steady, measured stride on her high heels, she approached Riley. From the video angle, I could see just how imposing Margaret was—her height and stature gave her a commanding presence. She looked down at Riley with an air of superiority. “So, you must be Margaret.” Riley, her confidence visibly shaken, utters nervously. “Seems my sources led me astray. Well, hello, Miss Blackwood.” Margaret, unperturbed by Riley’s nervousness, replies with a cold, confident tone. As the tension between them becomes palpable, I can't help but wonder what’s about to unfold in this eerie confrontation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera switches to another angle, positioned somewhere behind Riley. It becomes evident that Margaret’s entire home is outfitted with surveillance cameras. The footage captures Riley attempting to regain her composure, her previous confidence flickering back as she addresses Margaret. “Look, it’s nothing personal. I’m here on a job to intimidate you. I’ve been hired to make sure you back off.” Riley, her voice steadying, says. Margaret listens to Riley with an air of brazen amusement, a smirk playing on her lips. She arches an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Riley’s attempt at professionalism. Suddenly, Margaret cuts Riley off, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. “So, darling,” Margaret interrupts, her tone sharp and condescending, “you’ve come here to handle my ass, have you?” Her words are laced with contempt, and she looks at Riley with a mix of derision and challenge. Margaret’s gaze is cold and dismissive, as if she’s relishing in the power play and enjoying seeing Riley squirm under her domineering presence. The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of their standoff, and I could almost feel the heat of the confrontation as Margaret’s words hung in the air, starkly challenging Riley’s bravado. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts again, now positioned behind Margaret. From this angle, you can see Riley trying hard to maintain her tough facade, though her demeanor is starting to crack under the pressure. She squares her shoulders and says, “Yeah, you could say I’m here to handle your ass, Miss...” Riley trails off, clearly searching for Margaret’s last name. “Miss Hale,” Margaret corrects her smoothly, a cold smile playing on her lips. Riley’s confident expression falters slightly at the mention of Margaret’s name, a flicker of unease crossing her face. Margaret leans in closer, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. She takes a lock of Riley’s black hair that had been hanging over her shoulder and begins twirling it around her finger in a slow, deliberate motion. “You do know that name, don’t you, sweetheart?” Margaret purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. “It’s funny, really. For someone who claims to be so professional, you didn’t even bother to find out the last name of the person you were sent to intimidate. Or did you think it was going to be a cakewalk, dealing with some old hag?” Margaret’s tone shifts to one of cold, calculated disdain as she continues, “I, on the other hand, know all about you, Miss Blackwood. My son works in the police department, and he generously provided me with your personal file. You used to be on the force, didn’t you? Always bleating on about how you left because you weren’t appreciated, that they didn’t pay you enough, and all that other bullshit.” Margaret’s laugh is sharp and derisive. “But you were a terrible cop, sweetheart. Let’s see... You were involved in all sorts of unsavory shit—bribery, corruption, and even dealing with stolen goods. It’s a wonder you managed to slink out of there without a massive scandal.” She leans back, savoring Riley’s discomfort. “And now? What are you doing with yourself? Extortion, dealing in illegal drugs, threatening old women? And let’s not forget the other little crimes you’ve dabbled in,” she adds with a sneer. Margaret's eyes narrow, her voice dripping with venom. “It’s almost impressive, how far you’ve fallen. But don’t kid yourself into thinking you intimidate me. You’re nothing more than a washed-up has-been playing at being a big shot. A pathetic little criminal trying to get by on threats and fear. And you have the audacity to come here and play tough? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.” Riley, visibly shaken and struggling to maintain her composure, stares at Margaret with a mix of fear and anger. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts again, now from behind Riley, giving a clear view of Margaret’s formidable presence. Her chest looks even more imposing from this angle, a visual display of dominance that contrasts sharply with Riley’s increasingly desperate demeanor. Margaret continues her relentless verbal assault, her voice dripping with scorn. “You’ve really fucked yourself over, haven’t you?” Margaret sneers, her tone full of contempt. “Breaking into my place, messing with my door—you’re lucky I don’t have you stuffed in a dumpster right now. My entire house is rigged with cameras. Even if you managed to slip out tonight, my son’s boys would have you picked up in no time. They’d drag you through the dirt and make sure you feel every ounce of regret.” Margaret’s eyes gleam with malicious amusement as she adds, “Just imagine if you had stumbled into a men’s prison. The things they’d do to you—how many cocks you’d have to suck just to keep from getting your ass beat. I bet you’d be the favorite little plaything in no time, huh?” She leans in closer, her fingers still gripping Riley’s hair with a cruel twist. “I fucking despise pathetic bitches like you who try to play tough. You thought you could barge in here, strut around like you’re some big shot, and intimidate me? Guess what, darling—you’ve signed your own death warrant. I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.” Margaret’s gaze turns icy as she continues, “You think you’re so goddamn tough? You’re going to have to crawl on your knees if you want any chance of redemption. And don’t think for a second that I’m going to be lenient. You’re going to be my personal project, and I’m going to make sure you regret every single fucking moment.” Margaret’s face is a mask of cruel satisfaction as she speaks, her words slicing through Riley’s already shattered composure. Riley, humiliated and trembling, can’t meet Margaret’s gaze, her bravado completely dissolved under the relentless pressure of Margaret’s dominance. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s threats poured out of her like a torrent of venom, each word sharp and biting. She didn’t hold back, letting Riley know exactly how she felt. “You really thought you were something special, didn’t you?” Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “You walk in here like you’re a badass, thinking you can scare me? Let me tell you something, you pathetic little shit—you're nothing but a fucking joke. You think you’re tough? You don’t even know what tough is.” Margaret’s face twisted into a mask of cruel amusement as she grabbed a handful of Riley’s hair, yanking her head back with a harsh, possessive grip. Riley’s body quivered under the force, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to maintain her composure. Their faces were inches apart, and Riley could feel the heat of Margaret’s breath on her skin. “You thought you could come in here and push me around?” Margaret growled, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. “You’re just a fucking nobody. You thought you could play with the big girls, but you’re nothing more than a pathetic little bitch who’s about to learn her place.” With a sudden, brutal motion, Margaret forced Riley’s head downward, making her drop to her knees before her. Riley’s hands instinctively went to her thighs to steady herself, her posture making her vulnerability clear. Margaret towered above her, looking down with a mixture of disdain and sadistic pleasure. “You thought you were tough?” Margaret taunted, her voice laced with mockery. “You’re nothing compared to me. You’re just a weak, pathetic worm that crawls at my feet. I’ll make sure you never forget where you fucking belong. You’re not even worth the dirt on my shoes.” Margaret continued to hold Riley’s head down, reveling in the sight of her complete subjugation. Her eyes were filled with a cruel satisfaction as she surveyed Riley’s humiliated form. “Look at you now,” she continued with a sneer. “You’re on your knees, groveling like the dirty little slut you are. You thought you could come in here and intimidate me? Well, guess what? You’re nothing but a fucking dog at my feet, and that’s where you’ll stay.” Margaret’s mocking grin never wavered as she reveled in the dominance she so effortlessly displayed over Riley. The power dynamic was clear, and Margaret made sure Riley knew exactly where she stood. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the camera angle shifts to a view directly in front of them, the image becomes clearer. Riley is kneeling before Margaret, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation. Margaret, with a cruel smile stretched across her lips, continues to degrade Riley. The harsh grip on Riley’s hair keeps her firmly in place, preventing any movement. Margaret’s free hand adjusts the hem of her dress, revealing black stockings that cling tightly to her legs. As the video played, I found myself stunned. Even though I had only seen Riley once, she had struck me as a strong and fearless individual. Her commanding presence and confident demeanor had impressed me. But now, seeing her on her knees, reduced to a quivering mess before Margaret, was both shocking and unsettling. I never imagined that someone who seemed so formidable could be so easily overpowered. “Look at you, all pathetic and on your knees,” she sneers, her tone dripping with contempt. “Thought you were tough, huh? Thought you could handle anything? You’re nothing but a weak little bitch, and now you’re just another piece of trash at my feet.” She leans closer, her breath hot against Riley’s face. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” Margaret continues, her voice low and menacing. “Did you really think you could waltz into my home, act like you’re some big shot, and get away with it? You’re not even in my league, sweetheart. You’re just a pathetic little loser who belongs on her knees. You’re lucky I’m even giving you the chance to make it out of here with your dignity barely intact.” Margaret’s gaze remains fixed on Riley, her eyes cold and unyielding. She twists Riley’s hair roughly, pulling her head back to further emphasize her dominance. “You think you can scare me?” she taunts. “I know every dirty little secret about you, and I don’t give a shit how tough you think you are. You’re nothing more than a little plaything for me to toy with. And don’t you forget it.” As I watched this disturbing scene unfold, a chill ran down my spine. The contrast between Riley’s previously formidable persona and her current state of submission was jarring. Margaret’s ruthless behavior and relentless taunts only deepened my unease, leaving me to wonder just how far she was willing to go to assert her control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the camera angle shifts once again, a new detail becomes glaringly evident: Margaret is holding a black leather collar, its glossy surface reflecting the dim light of the room. The collar is attached to a long, black leather leash that dangles menacingly from her hand. Riley’s gaze locks onto the collar, and her eyes widen in terror. She opens her mouth as if to protest or beg, but no sound emerges; the sheer horror has left her mute. Margaret’s lips curl into a twisted, sadistic grin as she notices Riley’s reaction. Her fingers handle the collar with an almost casual cruelty, as though she has done this countless times before. She lifts Riley’s head by her hair, her grip firm and unforgiving. With a practiced, almost leisurely motion, Margaret snaps the collar around Riley’s neck. The cold leather feels like a vice around Riley’s throat, a brutal reminder of her new, humiliating status. “Oh, look at you,” she taunts. “Did you think you could come strutting in here and act like you’re somebody? Now you’re nothing more than a fucking pet, groveling at my feet. This collar? It’s your new best friend. It’s going to remind you every single day of who’s really in control.” She tightens the collar with a satisfying click, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “You thought you could scare me? Well, guess what, you pathetic piece of shit. You’re not in charge here. You’re just a worthless dog now. And this,” she says, gesturing to the collar, “is your new reality. You’re going to wear it and remember exactly who’s holding the fucking leash.” Riley’s face flushes with a mix of shame and anger, her body shaking with the weight of her humiliation. Her once fierce demeanor crumbles as she submits to Margaret’s dominance, unable to utter a single word. Margaret’s hand trails over the collar with a possessive, almost affectionate touch, her smile widening as she savors her total control over Riley. Watching this display unfold, I felt a profound sense of revulsion and disbelief. Margaret’s ability to dismantle Riley—a woman who had seemed so formidable and confident—into a state of complete, degrading submission was both shocking and unsettling. The power dynamic had shifted entirely, with Margaret’s dominance unmistakable and brutally clear. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts to a close-up of Riley’s face, capturing the raw fear and desperation in her eyes as Margaret continues to assert her dominance. The black leather collar is pulled taut around Riley’s neck, the leash yanked with a harsh jerk that sends a shiver through her entire body. Margaret stands upright, her posture exuding a cold, commanding authority. With a sadistic smirk, Margaret tightens the leash even further, but instead of using it to lift Riley’s face, she reaches down and grabs Riley’s chin with a firm grip. Her fingers dig into Riley’s flesh as she tilts her head back, forcing her to look up at her with an unyielding, authoritative gaze. “Do you understand your place now, you pathetic little bitch?” she sneers, her voice dripping with scorn. “Do you finally get it? You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash. You crawl on your knees and beg for my mercy. That’s all you’re good for.” Riley’s eyes, wide with a mix of fear and shame, lock onto Margaret’s as she forces herself to acknowledge her new reality. The defiance that once characterized her demeanor has been stripped away, leaving behind only the raw, painful acknowledgment of her degradation. With a trembling voice, Riley manages to respond, “Yes... I understand.” “Good. Because if you think for one second you’re going to get any sympathy from me, you’re sorely mistaken. Remember this moment well—it’s when you realized you’re nothing more than a plaything for someone like me.” The camera captures the brutal power dynamic, with Margaret standing tall and imperious while Riley remains on her knees in submission. The scene starkly illustrates Margaret’s complete control and the humiliating subjugation of Riley, showcasing the dominance and degradation that Margaret revels in. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts to a frontal close-up, capturing Margaret’s imperious stance in her high heels as Riley kneels before her, adorned with a black leather collar. Margaret stands tall and self-assured, every inch of her posture radiating dominance and control. Her high heels click menacingly with each movement, underscoring her superiority over Riley, who is now entirely at her mercy. Margaret strokes Riley’s head with a mockingly gentle touch, contrasting sharply with the harshness of her words. Her other hand grips the black leather leash, pulling it taut to remind Riley of her complete submission. “Worship my feet, you pathetic piece of trash. Lick every inch of my shoes, and don’t you dare miss a spot. Your worthless existence is to serve me, and you will show me just how far you’re willing to degrade yourself.” As Riley lowers herself to all fours and begins to lick Margaret’s black tights, Margaret’s words continue to punctuate the air with her cruel satisfaction. “That’s it, you pathetic worm. Lick those heels clean. Show me how eager you are to prove just how low you’ll go.” Margaret’s eyes gleam with malicious delight as Riley’s tongue moves from the tights to the shiny black heels. “Do it properly. Don’t you dare miss a single spot. Make sure my shoes shine from your slobber.” Margaret’s voice is a venomous whisper as she watches Riley’s tongue trace the contours of her toes peeking from the open-toed shoes. “You were so confident before, weren’t you? Look at you now, reduced to a sniveling mess on your knees. You’ve got a lot to learn about true submission.” Margaret’s smirk widens as she revels in the sight of Riley’s desperate servitude. “You should be honored to be at my feet. This is all you’re good for, after all. Lick every inch of my toes, you worthless bitch.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts to a close-up of Margaret’s feet, prominently displayed in front of Riley’s face. Riley is on all fours, her tongue working desperately over Margaret’s black tights and gleaming heels. Margaret's voice drips with sadistic pleasure as she taunts Riley. “Do you like the taste of my feet, you worthless bitch? Is my filthy footwear to your liking?” Riley, though humiliated, manages to maintain a semblance of composure. Her voice is steady as she responds, “Yes… I like it.” Her pride is evident despite her position, though the desperation in her eyes is unmistakable. Margaret’s lips curl into a cruel smile. “Oh, how delightful. I didn’t think you’d actually admit it. You’re just a pathetic little foot-worshipper, aren’t you?” Margaret suddenly pulls her foot away, forcing Riley to stretch her tongue toward it. Riley’s attempts to reach the foot are strained but determined, showing her unwillingness to give in to her humiliation. Margaret laughs mockingly, enjoying every moment of Riley’s submission. “Look at you, crawling and straining like a pathetic little creature. Can’t even keep up with my feet. How pitiful!” Margaret teases Riley by moving her foot out of reach, then places her other foot forward, the black leather gleaming provocatively. “Since you’re so eager to please, why don’t you worship this foot too? Lick it clean, you filthy slut. Show me just how desperate you are for my approval.” Margaret's expression is one of wicked satisfaction as she watches Riley’s efforts. “That’s right, get your tongue all over it. You wanted to act tough, but now you’re nothing more than my personal foot slave. Clean every inch, and don’t miss a spot.” Riley moves from one foot to the next, her tongue tracing over the black tights and leather. Despite the degradation, she tries to hide any sign of weakness, her actions driven by a forced sense of duty. The camera captures every detail of Riley’s forced submission, her pride clashing with her humiliation as she performs her task. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera captures Riley’s desperate efforts as she continues to polish Margaret’s heels and legs with her tongue. Each lick is thorough, her humiliation evident as she works tirelessly to please. Margaret’s cruel enjoyment intensifies as she suddenly yanks on the leash attached to Riley’s collar. The leather digs into Riley’s neck, forcing her to pull away from Margaret’s feet. Riley struggles for breath, her face showing a mixture of pain and determination. As she licks the stockings from Margaret’s ankle up to her knee, she slowly raises her head, her gaze filled with reluctant submission. “Look at you, struggling to keep up. You really are nothing but a pathetic little foot licker, aren’t you?” Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. Margaret then slowly lifts the hem of her dress, revealing the black stockings and the curve of her thigh. The sight is deliberate, meant to increase Riley’s discomfort. Margaret tugs on the leash again, pulling Riley upward. The movement forces Riley to extend her tongue to reach Margaret’s leg from foot to thigh, her submission complete as she licks every inch of exposed skin. “Get your filthy tongue all over my leg,” Margaret commands, her voice laced with dominance. “I want to see you worship every part of me. Don’t you dare miss a spot. Your pathetic efforts are a testament to your worthlessness.” Margaret’s enjoyment is palpable as she observes Riley’s desperate attempts to please her. “You’re nothing more than my personal foot slave, crawling and licking like a desperate little whore. The more you try, the more pathetic you look.” As Riley continues her degrading task, the camera captures every detail of her forced submission. Margaret’s disdainful satisfaction is clear as she watches Riley’s humiliation unfold, reveling in the power she holds over her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, having thoroughly enjoyed the worship of her feet, decides to escalate her torment. With a sadistic smirk, she pulls on the leash, guiding Riley’s head upwards until it reaches the exposed, bare thighs of Margaret. The hem of Margaret’s dress is hiked up, revealing her dark green panties. “Look at what you’ve been so desperate to kiss,” Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with disdain. “Get a good whiff of what a real woman smells like.” She then orders Riley to lick her panties. Riley, trembling with a mixture of humiliation and fear, hesitantly extends her tongue to brush against the fabric. Margaret, enjoying every moment, yanks the panties aside, exposing her most intimate parts. “Open your mouth and get a taste of what you’re truly worthless for,” Margaret commands, her tone filled with cruel satisfaction. Riley, her face flushed with embarrassment, presses her lips against Margaret’s exposed sex. Margaret’s hand grips Riley’s head firmly, pushing her face roughly into her pussy. “Lick it,” Margaret growls, “Get your pathetic tongue in there. I want you to savor every inch.” The camera captures every moment of Riley’s forced submission. Margaret’s cruel delight is evident as she forces Riley to smell and lick her, her face pressed against Margaret’s wetness. “This is your place,” Margaret mocks, her voice dripping with contempt. “On your knees, worshiping me like the disgusting little worm you are.” Margaret’s voice is punctuated with harsh laughter as she continues to assert her dominance, savoring the complete control she has over Riley’s degrading situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The camera shifts to a close-up, capturing Margaret as she leans over but continues to hold Riley’s head firmly by the hair between her legs. The sound of Riley’s desperate licking and the wet, smacking noises are clearly audible, adding a layer of raw, degrading intimacy to the scene. Margaret, with a sadistic grin, reaches down with one hand, her fingers gripping Riley’s ass. She starts to squeeze and knead the soft flesh roughly, her grip firm and controlling. Her hand moves methodically, pressing and slapping Riley’s rear with a mixture of force and cruelty. “Do you feel that?” Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with derision. “Feel how insignificant you are? I could make you my plaything, and you'd still be nothing more than a pathetic little worm.” She continues to alternately squeeze and smack Riley’s buttocks, clearly relishing in the control and power she has over her. The smacks echo in the room, punctuating her mocking commentary. “You’re nothing but a dirty, submissive little slut. Lick me clean, and remember your place. You exist only to serve my pleasure.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a cruel smile, roughly pulls Riley away from her, ensuring Riley’s face no longer touches her. The force of the pull causes Riley to stumble, and she finds herself standing on unsteady legs. With Riley’s heels having slipped off during the demeaning act, she now looks up at Margaret, who stands a head taller. Margaret’s gaze is both victorious and mocking as she looks at Riley’s helpless form. “Look at you, so small and insignificant,” she sneers. “It’s almost laughable.” Without hesitation, Margaret grabs the zipper of Riley’s dress. She tugs it down slowly, savoring the moment and drawing out the humiliation. The sound of the zipper scraping down is a harsh reminder of Riley’s degraded position. As Margaret pulls the dress further down, Riley is left to helplessly slip her arms out, revealing her lingerie. Margaret’s eyes rove over Riley’s attire with a smirk. “Well, well,” she drawls. “What a sight you are in that pathetic little pink lace bra that looks so out of place on you. And those black panties – quite the contrast, don’t you think?” As Riley stands there, clad only in the delicate lingerie and black stockings, Margaret’s disdain is palpable. She reaches out and casually adjusts Riley’s bra strap, as if to further mock her. “So this is what you’re reduced to,” Margaret taunts. “A tough facade crumbling to reveal nothing but a frightened little girl dressed in cheap lingerie.” Margaret’s mocking tone continues as she takes a step back, her eyes cold and cruel. “Now, isn’t this a sight?” she says, her voice dripping with contempt. “A supposed badass brought to her knees and exposed in her most vulnerable state. You really are nothing more than a weak, pathetic little toy.” Riley’s face flushes with a mix of shame and anger, but she remains silent, fighting back any signs of weakness. Margaret, meanwhile, relishes every moment of Riley’s discomfort and degradation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a rough grip on Riley’s collar, drags her across the room to the center where the large, imposing X-shaped cross stands. The cross, made of heavy wood, dominates the room and is fitted with chains and cuffs at each end. Margaret leans against the cross as she positions Riley, using it as support to keep herself steady and to reinforce her dominance. With a cruel smirk, Margaret forces Riley’s back against the cross. Riley, now visibly trembling and anxious, is barely able to move as Margaret begins to secure her in place. Margaret’s hands are steady and methodical, each movement calculated to maximize Riley's discomfort. First, Margaret reaches for Riley’s wrists. She yanks them up and attaches them to the chains, the metal cuffs snapping shut with a cold finality. Riley’s arms are stretched out, her wrists restrained and pulled taut by the chains. Margaret ensures the cuffs are tight enough to prevent any movement, leaving Riley completely exposed. Margaret then moves to Riley’s ankles. She pulls Riley’s legs apart and attaches each ankle to the chains at the base of the cross. The chains pull tight, stretching Riley’s legs in an uncomfortable position and ensuring that she is firmly secured. Riley’s entire body is now immobilized, her limbs restrained and her back pressed firmly against the wooden cross. Once Riley is completely restrained, Margaret steps back to admire her handiwork. She runs her eyes over Riley’s helpless form, her face twisted into a cruel smile. “So,” Margaret says with a mocking tone, “how does it feel to be utterly powerless, my dear? Strapped to my cross, completely at my mercy. I bet you didn’t expect this, did you?” Margaret circles around Riley, her movements slow and deliberate. “You thought you could come in here and act tough, but look at you now – helpless and exposed. You’re nothing but a toy for me, and I intend to have my fun.” She leans in close, her voice a harsh whisper. “I hope you’re enjoying your new position, because you’re going to be in it for a while. And remember, this is just the beginning. You’re in my domain now, and I always have the upper hand.” Margaret’s fingers lightly graze Riley’s restrained skin as she makes sure every chain and cuff is perfectly in place. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me. And trust me, you’re going to regret ever crossing me.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret steps closer to the bound Riley, her heels clicking ominously on the floor. She stands so close that Riley can feel the warmth of her breath. Margaret's hands move with deliberate slowness as she slides her fingers under the cups of Riley’s pink lace bra. With a quick, practiced motion, Margaret pulls down the cups, exposing Riley's large, obviously enhanced breasts. Margaret sneers, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight. “Well, well, look at these,” she taunts, her voice dripping with contempt. “All that money spent, and for what? To end up here, on display, like the cheap little slut you are.” She starts to play with Riley’s nipples, pinching and twisting them just enough to cause a mix of pain and discomfort. “I bet you thought these would make you powerful, huh? That men would fall at your feet just to get a taste. But look where that’s gotten you. Tied up and completely at my mercy.” Margaret leans in, her lips brushing against Riley's, teasing her with the possibility of a kiss. Riley, despite everything, instinctively leans forward, hoping for that brief connection. But instead of a kiss, Margaret cruelly licks Riley’s lips, drawing back with a soft, mocking laugh. “Oh, did you want a kiss?” Margaret whispers, her voice barely above a breath as she watches Riley’s reaction. “Too bad. You don’t get to have what you want, not here, not ever.” Margaret stays inches away from Riley’s face, her breath hot against Riley's skin as she begins to whisper insults. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Thinking you could be anything more than what you are—a desperate little whore, clinging to whatever scraps of power you can find. But you’re nothing. Nothing but a toy for me to use, and when I’m done, you’ll be discarded like the trash you are.” She trails her fingers down Riley’s neck, stopping just above the collar that still tightens around her throat. “Remember this, darling: you are mine. And you’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it, because that’s all you’re good for.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a cruel smirk, slowly lowers her gaze to Riley's black panties. She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating, before taking hold of the fabric at the waistband. With a sudden, forceful tug, she pulls them up sharply, causing the material to dig painfully into Riley's most sensitive area. Riley gasps, her body tensing as the fabric bites into her flesh. Margaret straightens up, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she steps back and saunters over to a nearby table. She casually picks up something from its surface before turning back toward Riley. As Margaret approaches, the light catches on what she’s holding—a pair of large, sharp scissors. The sight of them makes Riley's eyes widen in fear. “Don’t do anything stupid,” Riley starts to plead, her voice trembling slightly, but Margaret cuts her off mid-sentence with a harsh, dismissive look. "Shut your mouth," Margaret snaps, her voice cold and commanding. Without another word, she slowly lowers herself again, deliberately trailing the sharp edge of the scissors down Riley’s body. The metal grazes her skin, sending a chill down her spine as the threat of what could happen lingers in the air. Margaret kneels in front of Riley, her face now level with the taut, strained panties. She pulls at them again, making Riley wince in discomfort. Then, with a swift motion, she snips through the fabric, slicing it into pieces. The remnants of the panties fall away, leaving Riley’s pussy completely exposed. Margaret’s eyes gleam with a predatory satisfaction as she takes in the sight. “Look at you now,” Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with mockery. “Bare, vulnerable, and completely at my mercy. Did you really think you could come in here and intimidate me? You’re nothing but a cheap slut.” She stands back up, looming over Riley, who is left trembling and exposed. “You’re going to remember this moment, bitch. Because from now on, you belong to me, and you’ll do whatever I say. You’re nothing but a toy for me to use, and I’m going to break you in every way possible.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret picks up a black cloth from the table, eyeing Riley with a cruel smirk. "You talk too much, Riley. That mouth of yours clearly needs to be put to better use." Her tone is dripping with mockery as she steps closer to Riley, who is still bound to the X-shaped cross. She forces Riley's mouth open, stuffing the cloth between her lips and tying it tightly behind her head. The black fabric digs into the corners of Riley's mouth, muffling any sounds she might try to make. Margaret steps back, admiring her work with a sadistic grin. Without a word, Margaret returns to the table, her movements slow and deliberate. She picks up a black leather whip, its handle wrapped in smooth leather, the tails hanging ominously by her side. With the whip in hand, Margaret approaches Riley again, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Leaning in close, so that her breath brushes against Riley's cheek, Margaret whispers, "I’m going to break you, Riley. Completely. There won’t be a shred of your pride left when I’m done." As she speaks, she drags the whip slowly across Riley’s chest, letting the leather tails brush over her exposed skin. "You think you're tough?" Margaret taunts, her voice low and menacing. "We'll see just how tough you are when I'm done with you. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be nothing more than a pathetic, broken shell, begging for mercy you won’t ever get." The whip trails lower, teasingly brushing over Riley's breasts, making her body tense against the restraints. Margaret’s smile widens, seeing the helplessness in Riley’s eyes. "I’m going to enjoy every second of this," she murmurs, her voice filled with cruel delight. "And you? You’re going to learn your place, right here, beneath me." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret steps back about a meter, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she looks over Riley's helpless form. She twirls the whip in her hand, the leather tails snapping through the air with a sharp crack. With a mocking smile, she commands, "Count each lash out loud, Riley." Riley, her mouth gagged with the black cloth, can only manage to let out muffled sounds, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Margaret's smile widens at the pathetic attempt, clearly enjoying Riley's helplessness. "Oh, that's right," Margaret sneers. "You can't even do that properly, can you? Just try to keep up, then." Without warning, Margaret swings the whip with force, the leather tails striking across Riley's exposed skin. The first lash lands on her arms, leaving a red mark in its wake. Riley lets out a muffled groan, the sound barely audible through the gag. Margaret pauses, savoring the moment before delivering the next strike, this time across Riley’s thighs. "That's one," Margaret mocks, even though Riley's attempt to count is nothing more than a pained murmur. The whip cracks again, landing on Riley's sides, her body jerking with each strike. "Two," Margaret counts for her, the satisfaction in her voice growing with each lash. The whip continues its assault, striking Riley's abdomen, her ribs, her breasts, leaving angry red welts wherever it touches. Riley tries to comply with Margaret’s twisted game, her muffled moans growing more desperate with each lash, but they sound like nothing more than pitiful whimpers. "Three," Margaret's voice is dripping with cruel amusement as she watches Riley's futile attempts to count the lashes. "Four… five…" she continues, her eyes never leaving Riley’s face, reveling in the torment she's inflicting. Margaret’s strikes grow harder, the whip biting into Riley’s flesh with a savage intensity, making her squirm and struggle against the restraints. But there’s no escape, only the relentless rhythm of the whip and the pitiful sounds escaping from behind the gag. Riley’s attempts to keep track of the lashes become more frantic, her moans growing louder with each strike as her body writhes in pain. Margaret, clearly relishing the control she has, taunts Riley between each lash. "You really thought you could take me on, didn’t you? Look at you now, reduced to nothing more than a toy for my amusement. Count them, you worthless little thing!" Each lash, each taunt, breaks Riley down a little more, and the once defiant woman is now reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess, trying in vain to keep up with Margaret’s cruel game. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret steps forward again, closing the distance between her and Riley, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She leans in close, her breath hot against Riley’s cheek as she sneers, "Look at you, a pathetic little whore, all trussed up and at my mercy. You really thought you could challenge me? You’re nothing. Just a slut begging to be broken." Riley, bound and gagged, can only stare back, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Margaret's words cut deep, but she’s powerless to respond, her mind racing as she braces for whatever new torment Margaret has planned. Suddenly, without warning, Margaret swings the whip down, striking Riley’s exposed pussy. The pain is sharp, searing through Riley’s body, and she jerks against her restraints, a muffled cry escaping her gagged mouth. Margaret doesn’t pause; she brings the whip down again, harder this time, the leather tails biting into Riley’s sensitive flesh. "That’s right, scream for me," Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. Each strike is deliberate, methodical, and with every lash, Margaret increases the force, the pain intensifying with each blow. Riley’s body convulses with each hit, her muffled cries growing louder as the whip repeatedly makes contact with her most vulnerable spot. Margaret continues her assault, her eyes locked on Riley’s face, relishing the agony she’s inflicting. "You’re nothing more than a toy, a dirty little slut who deserves every bit of this," she taunts, the whip cracking down again, even harder, sending shockwaves of pain through Riley’s body. "Does it hurt, Riley? Do you like being punished like the filthy whore you are?" Margaret’s voice is filled with sadistic glee as she watches Riley’s futile attempts to endure the pain. Each strike is a reminder of the power Margaret holds, and with every lash, Riley’s resistance crumbles a little more. The room echoes with the sound of the whip and Riley’s muffled cries, her body writhing in the restraints, but there’s no escape from Margaret’s relentless punishment. Margaret’s grin widens as she continues, each lash a testament to her dominance, her control, and her utter contempt for the woman bound before her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After setting the whip aside, Margaret smirks and gives Riley’s pussy a few mocking pats. “Look at you, all marked up and still trying to hold it together. Pathetic.” Without warning, she drops to her knees, her face level with Riley’s vulnerable body. Margaret’s hand moves deliberately, her fingers reaching Riley’s clit. But there’s no gentle touch, no teasing caress. Instead, Margaret grabs Riley’s clit with a harsh squeeze, twisting it cruelly between her fingers. Riley’s body jerks in response, a muffled cry escaping her gag, but Margaret doesn’t ease up. If anything, she tightens her grip, leaning in close. “Does that hurt, bitch? Good. It’s all you deserve,” Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with malice. She pulls and pinches, her movements rough and without mercy. Riley’s body trembles under the onslaught, but Margaret only laughs, enjoying the sight of her prey’s discomfort. Margaret’s fingers continue their assault, not for pleasure but to inflict pain, making Riley’s clit the center of her torment. “You’re not even worth pity, just a useless whore who thinks she can handle more than she’s worth. But you’ll learn your place, right here at my feet.” With one final, vicious twist, Margaret lets go, leaving Riley shuddering and gasping behind her gag, the pain still throbbing through her. Margaret stands, looking down at Riley with a sneer, satisfied with her work. “You’re nothing, and you’ll always be nothing.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\21.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret leans in close, her breath hot against Riley’s trembling body. Without warning, she presses her lips against Riley’s pussy, her tongue flicking out to tease. For a few moments, she licks with just enough skill to send a shiver of pleasure through Riley’s tormented body, making her momentarily forget the pain. But it’s a cruel trick. Suddenly, Margaret bites down hard on Riley’s clit, her teeth sinking in just enough to send a jolt of sharp pain through her. Riley’s body tenses, a muffled scream trapped behind her gag as Margaret grins wickedly. Margaret pulls back, her lips curling into a sneer as she watches the fear and pain in Riley’s eyes. “Did you really think I’d let you enjoy this? Stupid slut.” Without giving Riley a chance to recover, Margaret’s hand swings up, delivering a harsh slap right to Riley’s pussy. The impact echoes through the room, followed quickly by another and another, each slap more forceful than the last. Margaret’s hand moves with brutal efficiency, alternating between Riley’s pussy and her inner thighs, making sure every strike lands where it’ll hurt the most. “Take it, bitch,” Margaret snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. “This is all you’re good for, being used and punished like the worthless trash you are.” The slaps come faster, each one a reminder of Riley’s helplessness, each one driving home the power Margaret holds over her. By the time Margaret finally stops, Riley’s body is a quivering mess, her skin burning from the relentless assault. Margaret looks down at her, her eyes filled with satisfaction at the sight of Riley’s humiliation and pain. “That’s right, scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\22.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret steps closer, her footsteps echoing ominously in the room. The camera angle shifts abruptly, revealing a changed scene. The large cross has been replaced by a massive black box, and Riley is now secured in a degrading position, bent over and strapped to the box. Riley’s body is tightly bound, with metal rings at each corner of the box holding her wrists and ankles in place with rough ropes. Her torso is restrained with additional ropes, attached to a large metal ring hanging from the ceiling, pulling her body taut and exposing her completely. The camera zooms in on Riley’s tortured form, her position making her appear even more vulnerable and pitiable than before. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion. Her breathing is ragged, and her body trembles from the strain of the ropes and the humiliation of her predicament. Margaret enters the frame, her demeanor cold and satisfied. She saunters over to Riley, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her gaze is unwavering, filled with cruel amusement as she takes in Riley’s helpless state. Stopping directly behind Riley, Margaret runs a hand slowly down her exposed back, her touch light but filled with menace. She smirks as she positions herself to deliver a series of harsh slaps to Riley's ass, each impact landing with a resounding smack. Riley's body jerks with each blow, her cries of pain and distress coming through clearly as the gag has been removed. Margaret’s hand continues its relentless assault, alternating between slapping Riley's rear and grasping roughly at her clit. She pinches and twists, her fingers cruelly manipulating the sensitive flesh, enjoying the way Riley’s body reacts to each painful touch. “You like this, don’t you?” Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with scorn. “Just a pathetic little slut, exposed and punished. You thought you could handle it, but look at you now. All you’re good for is being used and tormented.” Margaret’s slaps grow faster and harder, punctuated by her continued abuse of Riley’s clit. The combination of pain and humiliation is overwhelming, each strike a reminder of Riley’s complete powerlessness and Margaret’s utter control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\23.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a cold and commanding demeanor, began undressing. She slowly removed her dress, revealing her voluptuous figure. Her bra followed, exposing her ample silicone breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was left in nothing but her black panties, thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and high heels. Her body was adorned with a confident, almost cruel air as she stood in her lingerie, the stark contrast of her exposed skin against the dark fabric of her stockings and garter belt accentuating her imposing presence. The room seemed to shrink under her dominance, her every movement calculated to assert control. I'm seeing Margaret's naked breasts for the first time; they're enormous, silicone-enhanced and impossibly full. She approaches Riley and stands directly in front of her face. With a harsh grip, she yanks Riley's hair, forcing her to look up. Margaret then grabs Riley’s chin with the other hand, squeezing tightly and forcing her to meet her gaze. "Look at these, Riley. Ever seen such perfection? You don’t deserve to even be in their presence. You’re nothing but a pathetic worm beneath me." Margaret leans in closer, her breath hot against Riley's face, and continues her verbal assault. "I bet you wish you could touch them, don't you?" Margaret grabs Riley’s head roughly and shoves it into her massive, silicone breasts, completely smothering her. Riley struggles for breath, but Margaret’s ample flesh leaves her gasping for air. With a sadistic grin, Margaret uses her free hand to slap Riley’s exposed ass, each strike resonating with a sharp sting. “Struggle all you want,” Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “You’re nothing but a toy for me. Feel the weight of my breasts crushing you? That’s right. You’re beneath me, and you’ll always be.” When Margaret finally pulls Riley’s head away from her chest, Riley sucks in air desperately, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath. The contrast between her frantic gasps and Margaret’s cold, mocking laughter fills the room. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\24.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret grips Riley's throat with one hand, her fingers pressing down firmly. She leans in, their faces almost touching, and Riley, desperate and obedient, tries to reach her lips for a kiss. However, she only manages to graze Margaret’s chin. Margaret’s hot breath is against Riley’s face as she sneers and mocks her. “Look at you,” Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with contempt. “Begging for a kiss like a filthy little slut. You think you’re worthy of my lips? You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash. Know your place.” With a cruel smirk, Margaret shoves her index finger into Riley’s open mouth. Riley, humiliated and submissive, begins to lick it, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and resignation. Margaret watches with sadistic pleasure, savoring the control she exerts over Riley. “You’re so eager to please,” Margaret taunts. “Suck it clean, you pathetic whore. Show me how well you can serve me.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\25.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret moves over to her table of instruments and picks up a long, thin stick resembling a teacher’s pointer. The stick’s sleek surface glimmers as Margaret brandishes it with a sadistic grin. She begins to circle the room, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, while she walks around the tightly bound Riley. Stopping in front of Riley, Margaret leans in close, her eyes cold and mocking. “Look at you,” she sneers. “Do you think you deserve anything better than this? You’re nothing but a pathetic piece of trash.” She waits for the words to sink in before continuing, “Now I want to hear you say it. Tell me how worthless you are. Beg me to acknowledge your disgrace.” Riley’s face burns with shame, but she forces herself to speak. “I… I’m worthless. I’m nothing but a piece of trash.” Margaret’s smile widens with satisfaction. “Louder! I want to hear you beg for your own humiliation.” With a trembling voice, Riley responds, “I’m a useless, pathetic slut. I don’t deserve anything.” Margaret’s expression turns cruel as she raises the stick and brings it down sharply across Riley’s exposed torso. Riley gasps and cries out from the sudden pain. “That’s right,” Margaret mocks. “You’re nothing but a pathetic plaything for me. Now keep humiliating yourself.” Margaret moves to Riley’s feet, encased in black stockings. She starts by lightly tapping the soles of her feet with the stick, each tap sharp and stinging. “Tell me how much you love this,” Margaret taunts. “Do you enjoy being my little footstool?” As the taps become more forceful, Riley’s cries of pain mix with her forced self-degradation. “Please,” Riley whimpers, “I’m a worthless piece of shit. I’m nothing. I deserve this.” Margaret’s eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as she delivers a series of hard, punishing strikes to Riley’s feet. Each blow elicits a pained whimper from Riley. “Scream for me,” Margaret commands. “Show me how much you love being treated like this. Tell me more about how pathetic you are.” Riley’s voice is strained as she continues to beg, “I’m so sorry. I’m a useless, degrading whore. I don’t deserve anything.” Margaret pauses, letting the pain and humiliation sink in, before delivering one final, brutal blow to Riley’s already aching feet. Riley’s desperate cries of agony mix with her own degrading words, and Margaret watches with dark satisfaction, her face a mask of cruel amusement as she continues her relentless torment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\26.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret places the stick on the floor and picks up a pair of sharp scissors. She moves behind Riley, positioning herself at her bound feet. With a deliberate and mocking slowness, Margaret begins to cut through the black stocking, the sharp edges of the scissors glinting menacingly in the dim light. As she carefully slices through the fabric, Margaret’s gaze is focused and calculating. “Look at these pretty little feet,” she coos mockingly. “So delicate, so perfect. It’s a shame they’re attached to such a worthless piece of shit.” With a final snip, the stocking falls away, revealing Riley’s bare foot. Margaret’s fingers trail possessively over the exposed skin, her touch both soothing and degrading. “Ah, look at this,” she purrs. “Such soft, beautiful skin. I could just eat it up. Too bad it’s wasted on you.” She gently caresses Riley’s foot, her touch contrasting sharply with her cruel words. “Isn’t it just lovely?” Margaret mocks. “You should be honored to have someone like me touching you. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you appreciate this attention, even though you’re nothing but a pathetic whore.” Riley’s face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and pain, but she obeys, her voice trembling as she responds, “I love it… I appreciate it. I’m just a worthless slut who doesn’t deserve anything.” Margaret’s fingers continue to explore Riley’s foot with a feigned tenderness, her smile growing as she delights in the juxtaposition of her soft touch and harsh words. “That’s right,” she taunts. “You should be grateful for every little thing I do to you. You’re just a toy for me to play with, and nothing more.” Margaret finishes her cruel inspection, still caressing Riley’s foot with an air of condescension, savoring every moment of the degradation she has imposed. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\27.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret finished cutting the lower parts of Riley’s stockings, leaving Riley secured on the large black chest with her bare feet exposed. The position forced Riley into a humiliating display, her bare soles vulnerable. Margaret admired her work, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Such beautiful feet," Margaret taunted. "It’s a shame they belong to a worthless slut like you." She walked over to the equipment table and picked up a black leather paddle. The paddle was soft yet firm, made of supple leather, and she held it with a deliberate and practiced grip. Returning to Riley, Margaret positioned herself behind her exposed feet. Margaret raised the paddle, letting it hover above Riley’s bare soles. "You’ve been so eager to humiliate yourself," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "Now it’s time for me to have some fun." With a swift, sharp motion, Margaret brought the leather paddle down with a loud, stinging smack against Riley’s left foot. The impact made Riley flinch and her body jerked in response, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Margaret’s strikes were relentless, the soft leather of the paddle creating a sting that was both intense and biting. "Look at you," she sneered between hits. "Squirming and crying like the pathetic piece of trash you are. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be treated like the worthless slut you’ve proven yourself to be." She alternated between Riley’s feet, each strike making the skin redden and swell. "Feel that?" Margaret taunted, her voice cold and commanding. "That’s the pain you’ve earned. You’re nothing but a plaything for me, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it." Riley’s feet were subjected to a brutal and unforgiving assault. Margaret’s satisfaction grew with every cry and shudder that Riley emitted. The relentless punishment continued, each strike from the leather paddle eliciting desperate whimpers and gasps from Riley. Finally, Margaret paused, holding the paddle with a sense of grim satisfaction. She surveyed the damage, noting the stark contrast between Riley’s now bright red feet and the smooth, untouched skin of her legs. "Good girl," Margaret said mockingly, her smile cold and triumphant. "You’ve taken your punishment like the pathetic slut you are. Remember this every time you look at those pretty feet." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\28.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret approached Riley with a cruel glint in her eyes, her presence looming over the vulnerable figure bound to the black chest. Without any gentleness, she shoved her middle finger deep into Riley's dripping pussy. Riley's body tensed involuntarily as the finger pushed inside, stretching her in a way that was both invasive and degrading. Margaret held her finger there for a moment, reveling in the power she wielded. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she withdrew the finger, slick with Riley's juices. She brought the finger up to Riley's face, forcing her to confront the evidence of her submission. Riley, her face flushed with humiliation and exhaustion, opened her mouth and began to lick the finger clean, her tongue reluctantly working over the taste of her own arousal. The act was both demeaning and intimate, underscoring the complete loss of control Riley had experienced. Margaret watched with a smirk, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery as she asked, "What do you have to say, slut?" Riley, her voice barely more than a whisper and filled with defeat, managed to respond, "Thank you, Mistress." The words were a mix of resignation and desperation, each syllable underscoring her total surrender. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\29.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The scene shifted abruptly, and now the camera zoomed in on Riley’s pussy, filling the screen with a close-up of her glistening, wet slit. Margaret’s hand appeared in the frame, her fingers moving with possessive authority as she spread Riley’s labia, revealing the delicate, pink flesh within. “Look at this slutty little hole,” Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “So wet and ready to be fucked like the filthy whore you are.” Without hesitation, she began to thrust her fingers into Riley’s slick entrance, her movements deliberate and unyielding as she worked them deeper. “You’re nothing but a desperate little cunt, aren’t you?” Margaret taunted, her fingers twisting and curling inside Riley, the wet sounds filling the room. “You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a worthless bitch begging to be fucked.” Margaret’s fingers explored every inch of Riley's pussy, claiming it with every thrust, her rhythm growing more intense. Riley’s body responded involuntarily, her hips bucking as Margaret pushed her closer to the edge. “Don’t even think about coming yet, you little slut,” Margaret growled, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. “You’ll come when I fucking tell you to.” Then, without warning, Margaret yanked her fingers out, leaving Riley’s pussy exposed and aching for more. The camera panned up, revealing the large strap-on attached to Margaret’s hips, the thick dildo gleaming under the lights. “You’re going to take every inch of this, you useless whore,” Margaret spat, positioning the strap-on at Riley’s entrance. “And you’re going to fucking love it.” She thrust the dildo into Riley with brutal force, filling her in one swift, punishing motion. Riley gasped, her body tensing as Margaret began to fuck her with a relentless, merciless rhythm. “Take it, you fucking slut,” Margaret snarled, her grip tightening on Riley’s hips as she drove the strap-on deeper. “This is all you’re good for—getting fucked like the cheap little whore you are.” Each thrust was harder than the last, the dildo plunging deep into Riley as Margaret dominated her completely. The camera captured every humiliating detail—the way Riley’s body jerked with each powerful thrust, the wetness that coated the dildo as it slid in and out of her, the way Margaret’s muscles flexed as she took what she wanted, pushing the strap-on deeper and deeper, driving Riley to the brink. “You love this, don’t you?” Margaret hissed, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “You fucking love being my little bitch.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\30.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The scene shifted again, and now the camera focused on Margaret and Riley, capturing the dynamic between them. Riley was no longer bound as she had been before, a clear indication that any resistance or defiance she once had was thoroughly broken. She stood before Margaret, her body trembling slightly with anticipation and submission, knowing that she had no choice but to obey. Margaret’s eyes bore into Riley with a commanding intensity as she ordered, “Get on the strap-on yourself. I want to see you ride it like the obedient little slut you are.” Without hesitation, Riley nodded and responded, “Yes, Mistress,” her voice subdued and compliant. She positioned herself over the large, artificial cock, her body lowering slowly onto the thick shaft as she began to impale herself on it. Riley’s ass moved back and forth, the dildo stretching her as she pushed herself down onto it, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “That’s it, keep going,” Margaret commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. “Show me how much you love being fucked like a worthless whore.” Riley’s hips began to rock, her movements becoming more fluid as she rode the strap-on, her submission evident in every motion. As Riley worked herself up and down on the dildo, Margaret’s hand came down sharply on her ass, delivering a stinging slap that made Riley yelp in pain. “You call that riding? Put more effort into it, you pathetic bitch,” Margaret sneered, her hand smacking Riley’s ass again, leaving a red mark in its wake. Each slap made Riley’s body jolt, but she didn’t dare stop or slow down, her obedience driving her to continue pleasing Margaret. Margaret watched with a sadistic smirk as Riley struggled to maintain her pace, her ass moving rhythmically as she impaled herself over and over again. “You were such a tough little bitch before, weren’t you?” Margaret mocked, delivering another hard slap. “Now look at you—just a broken toy for me to use however I want.” After a few moments, Margaret grew impatient, and her hands gripped Riley’s hips, taking back full control. “Enough of this. I’m going to fuck you properly,” Margaret growled. She began to thrust the strap-on into Riley with brutal speed, the force of each thrust causing Riley to cry out as the dildo plunged deep inside her. “This is what you’re good for,” Margaret hissed, her pace relentless. “Taking it like the obedient little slut you’ve become.” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Margaret drove the dildo into Riley’s pussy with unyielding intensity. Riley’s body was powerless under Margaret’s control, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her as she was mercilessly fucked. Margaret’s grip tightened, ensuring that Riley couldn’t escape the punishing rhythm. “You love this, don’t you?” Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “Being reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for me.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\31.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a sharp, wet sound, Margaret yanked the strap-on out of Riley’s pussy, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. The dildo glistened with Riley’s juices, a testament to the brutal fucking she had just endured. Margaret looked down at her with a twisted smile, the power she held over Riley evident in every move she made. “Open your mouth,” Margaret commanded, her voice cold and commanding. Riley, still lying on the bed, immediately obeyed, her lips parting as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, ready to receive whatever Margaret desired. The sight of Riley’s submissive posture only fueled Margaret’s sadistic pleasure as she began to slowly circle the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley’s face. As Margaret approached, Riley’s eyes followed her, filled with a mixture of fear and obedience. When Margaret finally reached her, she didn’t waste any time. “Suck it,” she ordered, pushing the slick dildo, coated with Riley’s own fluids, against her lips. Riley immediately took the strap-on into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the thick shaft as she began to suck obediently, her tongue swirling around the plastic tip, tasting herself on the toy. Margaret watched with satisfaction as Riley worked her mouth over the dildo, her movements slow and deliberate, trying to please her Mistress. But Margaret was far from gentle. After a few moments, she grabbed a fistful of Riley’s hair and yanked her head back roughly, forcing more of the strap-on into her mouth. “Take it deeper, you filthy slut,” Margaret growled, her voice laced with cruelty. “I want to see you choke on it.” With that, Margaret began to thrust the dildo into Riley’s mouth, each movement harsh and unrelenting as she drove it deeper into Riley’s throat. Riley gagged and sputtered, her eyes watering as the strap-on filled her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat. Margaret’s grip on her hair was unyielding, holding Riley’s head in place as she continued to fuck her mouth with brutal force. “Look at you,” Margaret sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “Choking on my cock like the worthless little bitch you are.” She pushed the dildo deeper, watching with satisfaction as Riley struggled to take it all, her body shaking with the effort. “You’re nothing but a toy for me to use however I want,” Margaret hissed, her thrusts growing even more forceful, each one driving the strap-on deeper into Riley’s throat, making her gag and struggle to breathe. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\32.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a firm grip on Riley’s hair, yanked her off the bed with a rough pull, sending her sprawling onto the floor. Without missing a beat, Margaret repositioned herself, lying back comfortably on the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley as she watched her struggle to regain her composure. “Get up here and ride me,” Margaret ordered, her tone brooking no argument. “I want to feel you fuck yourself on my cock like the desperate little whore you are.” Riley quickly scrambled to her feet, her body trembling slightly from the rough treatment, but she didn’t dare hesitate. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself over Margaret, aligning her wet slit with the strap-on. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the thick shaft, the dildo stretching her as it entered her, inch by inch. A gasp escaped her lips as she took it all in, her body shuddering as she settled onto the toy. “Now, ride it,” Margaret commanded, her voice sharp. Riley began to move, her hips lifting and dropping as she started to ride the strap-on, her pace steady as she worked herself on the thick dildo. Her movements were rhythmic, her pussy gripping the toy as she bounced on it, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her. Margaret’s hands found Riley’s breasts, squeezing them roughly before pulling her closer. She leaned forward, her mouth finding Riley’s nipple, sucking it hard as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Riley moaned, her body arching as Margaret’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, biting and sucking with a mix of pleasure and pain. “You like this, don’t you?” Margaret murmured against Riley’s skin, her voice a mixture of mockery and dominance. “Being my little slut, fucking yourself on my cock while I suck on your tits.” Riley’s pace quickened, her hips moving faster as she rode the strap-on with increasing intensity, desperate to please Margaret. Each thrust sent the dildo deeper inside her, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room. Margaret’s mouth continued to work over Riley’s breasts, her tongue flicking over her nipples, her teeth nipping at the tender flesh. With each bounce, Riley’s moans grew louder, her body responding to both the pleasure of the strap-on filling her and the rough treatment of her breasts. Margaret watched her with a twisted smile, enjoying the sight of Riley’s submission, her body completely under her control. “You’re nothing but a pathetic little slut,” Margaret whispered, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “And you love every second of it, don’t you?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\33.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s eyes narrowed with irritation as she looked up at Riley. “Your face pisses me off,” she spat, her voice laced with contempt. “Turn around. I don’t want to see it.” Riley flinched at the harsh words but didn’t dare disobey. She quickly stood up, her legs trembling slightly, and repositioned herself, turning her back to Margaret as she straddled the strap-on once more. Facing away from Margaret, Riley lowered herself onto the thick dildo, feeling it stretch her again as it entered her pussy. This time, the angle was different, more intense as she settled onto it, her back arching slightly as the toy filled her. She was now sitting with her back to Margaret, completely exposed and vulnerable, knowing she was nothing more than an object for Margaret’s use. As Riley began to move, her eyes caught sight of a metal ring hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Without needing to be told, she reached out and grabbed it, her fingers curling around the cold metal for support. With the ring in hand, Riley lifted herself up onto her toes, positioning her body so that she was squatting directly over the strap-on. Then, using the ring for leverage, she began to bounce on the dildo, her pussy taking the toy with each downward motion. Margaret watched with a twisted grin, her eyes locked onto Riley’s ass as it moved up and down, the sight of Riley’s squatting form driving her sadistic pleasure. “That’s right, ride it like the fucking whore you are,” Margaret growled, her hands reaching out to grab Riley’s hips, guiding her movements. Each time Riley dropped down onto the strap-on, Margaret’s palm came down hard on her ass, delivering a sharp slap that echoed through the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space as Margaret’s hand continued to spank Riley’s ass, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Riley’s body jerked with each slap, but she didn’t stop bouncing, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she moved faster, desperate to please Margaret. “You like that, don’t you?” Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Getting your ass smacked while you fuck yourself on my cock. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, and you fucking love it.” Riley’s breathing grew ragged, her moans mixing with the sounds of her wet pussy sliding up and down on the strap-on. Her grip on the metal ring tightened as she pushed herself harder, her body straining to keep up with Margaret’s demands. The sting of Margaret’s slaps on her ass only fueled her movements, driving her to bounce faster, the dildo plunging deep into her with every downward motion. Margaret’s hand continued to spank Riley’s ass, the force of each slap making Riley’s body jolt, her moans turning into whimpers of both pain and pleasure. “Don’t stop,” Margaret commanded, her voice low and dangerous. “I want to see you break yourself on my cock, you pathetic little bitch.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\34.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret remained on her back, watching with a satisfied smirk as Riley shifted positions again. Riley got on all fours, positioning herself directly in front of Margaret, her ass raised high as she lowered herself onto the strap-on once more. The thick dildo slid into her wet pussy easily, stretching her as she began to move, her hips rising and falling as she rode it. As Riley continued to bounce on the strap-on, her eyes wandered, and she noticed Margaret’s foot, still clad in the sheer stocking, resting casually in front of her face. The sight of Margaret’s delicate foot, encased in the thin fabric, sent a shiver down Riley’s spine. She couldn’t resist the urge that suddenly overtook her. Riley leaned forward, her movements becoming slower as she brought her face closer to Margaret’s foot. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the stocking and the warmth of Margaret’s skin beneath it. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and the fabric’s faint, musty scent. Without thinking, Riley pressed her lips against the arch of Margaret’s foot, her tongue darting out to taste the soft, warm skin through the sheer fabric. “That’s right, you filthy little slut,” Margaret purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “I knew you were nothing but a pathetic foot licker. Go ahead, worship my feet while you fuck yourself on my cock.” Riley’s tongue traced along the curve of Margaret’s arch, her lips pressing gentle kisses against the fabric. She could feel the smoothness of the stocking against her tongue, the warmth of Margaret’s skin underneath it. Her movements grew more desperate as she licked and kissed, her mouth exploring every inch of Margaret’s foot, savoring the taste of sweat and fabric. When Riley reached Margaret’s toes, she didn’t hesitate. She took each toe into her mouth, one by one, sucking them gently as her tongue swirled around them. The feeling of Margaret’s toes in her mouth, combined with the sensation of the strap-on filling her, sent waves of pleasure through Riley’s body. She moaned softly around Margaret’s toes, her hips continuing to move up and down, fucking herself on the dildo with increasing intensity. Margaret let out a low, satisfied laugh as she watched Riley degrade herself further. “You love this, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice filled with cruel amusement. “Sucking on my toes like the pathetic little bitch you are while you ride my cock. Keep going, slut. I want to see you completely humiliate yourself.” Riley obeyed, her mouth working eagerly on Margaret’s toes, her tongue exploring the space between them, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. Her movements on the strap-on became more frantic, the dildo plunging deeper into her as she balanced on the edge of pleasure and submission. The taste of Margaret’s foot, combined with the intense fucking, drove Riley to the brink, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of being utterly dominated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\35.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s laughter filled the room, a cold and mocking sound that made Riley’s humiliation all the more intense. “Remember when you barged into my house today, thinking you could intimidate me?” Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. “And now look at you—licking my feet without me even having to tell you. Pathetic.” Riley’s face flushed with shame, but she didn’t stop, her tongue still working over Margaret’s toes, desperate to please her. Margaret watched her with a twisted smile, enjoying every moment of Riley’s degradation. Then, with a slight grunt, Margaret propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze locked on Riley’s submissive form. “Here, let me help you,” Margaret sneered, her tone condescending. “You wouldn’t dare touch my property without permission, would you?” Without waiting for an answer, Margaret reached down and grabbed the bottom of her stocking. With a swift motion, she tore it open, ripping the fabric to reveal her bare, sweaty foot. The scent of Margaret’s foot, now free from the confines of the stocking, hit Riley’s nose immediately—a pungent mix of sweat and musk. Margaret’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Riley’s hair, and she pulled her face down toward her exposed foot. “Go on, lick it, you worthless foot slut,” Margaret commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. Riley didn’t hesitate. With her tongue out, she licked along the sole of Margaret’s foot, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there. Margaret didn’t just let her do the work; she took control, using her grip on Riley’s hair to guide her face across her foot, dragging her tongue over every inch of her sole, from the heel to the toes. As Riley’s tongue moved over Margaret’s foot, Margaret shoved her toes into Riley’s mouth, forcing her to take them in. “Gag on them, bitch,” Margaret ordered, pushing her toes deeper until Riley’s eyes watered, her throat struggling to accommodate them. “Say it. Tell me what you are.” Riley gagged slightly but managed to speak around Margaret’s toes, her voice muffled. “I’m a pathetic foot slut,” she choked out, her humiliation complete as she repeated every degrading word Margaret demanded of her. “Louder!” Margaret barked, pushing her toes in and out of Riley’s mouth, making her gag with each thrust. “I’m a pathetic foot slut!” Riley repeated, her voice breaking as she continued to lick and suck on Margaret’s toes, her mouth filled with the taste of sweat and skin. Margaret’s smirk grew as she pulled Riley’s face away from her toes and forced her to lick every part of her foot, from the heel to the arch, to each individual toe. Riley obeyed, her tongue tracing every curve, licking and sucking as tears welled up in her eyes. “Keep going,” Margaret hissed. “I want to hear you say it over and over while you worship my feet.” Riley’s voice quivered with shame as she continued to degrade herself, licking Margaret’s feet and repeating the vile words. “I’m a worthless foot whore,” she whispered, her tongue tracing the outline of Margaret’s heel. “I’m nothing but your foot slut.” Margaret leaned back, satisfied with the sight of Riley on her knees, completely broken and obedient, licking her feet like the pathetic creature she was. The room echoed with Riley’s submissive cries, each one punctuated by the wet sounds of her tongue on Margaret’s skin, sealing her place as nothing more than a toy for Margaret’s twisted pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\36.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret stood up from the bed, leaving Riley lying on her back, exhausted and gasping for breath. Riley’s chest heaved, her body trembling from the relentless assault it had endured. But there was no time for rest. Margaret had more in store. Without a word, Margaret disappeared for a moment, only to return with a dark look of intent in her eyes. She knelt beside Riley’s head, her presence dominating the space as she positioned herself right next to Riley’s face. In one swift motion, Margaret grabbed the strap-on, now slick with Riley’s juices, and slapped it against Riley’s lips. “Open wide,” Margaret ordered, her tone brooking no disobedience. “Suck it like the worthless slut you are.” Riley, too drained to resist, parted her lips and took the thick dildo into her mouth. It filled her mouth completely, the taste of her own arousal mingling with the bitter tang of the silicone. Margaret didn’t give her any time to adjust; she immediately pushed the strap-on deeper into Riley’s mouth, causing her to gag slightly as it hit the back of her throat. Riley’s eyes watered, but she obediently began to suck, her lips sliding over the length of the strap-on, her tongue swirling around it in an effort to please. Margaret watched with cold satisfaction as Riley struggled to take the entire length of the strap-on. “That’s right, choke on it,” Margaret sneered, gripping Riley’s hair tightly as she began to thrust the dildo in and out of her mouth. Each thrust was forceful, making Riley’s throat spasm as she gagged around the thick shaft. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to keep up, the sounds of her wet, desperate sucking filling the room. But Margaret wasn’t content with just dominating Riley’s mouth. With a wicked grin, she reached down with her free hand, sliding two fingers into Riley’s already drenched pussy. The intrusion was sudden and rough, her fingers plunging deep into Riley’s slick folds without any warning. Riley’s body jerked in response, her moans muffled by the strap-on filling her mouth. Margaret’s fingers began to move inside Riley with an almost brutal rhythm, pumping in and out rapidly as she finger-fucked Riley’s pussy with relentless intensity. “You’re such a filthy little whore, aren’t you?” Margaret taunted, her voice low and vicious. “Sucking my cock while I finger-fuck your sloppy cunt. You’re nothing but a pathetic cum-dump.” Riley’s body writhed beneath Margaret’s assault, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure and humiliation combined in a dizzying spiral. The sensation of Margaret’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, combined with the strap-on filling her mouth, drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could barely breathe, her throat constricting around the dildo with each thrust, but she didn’t dare stop. Margaret’s fingers curled inside Riley, finding that sensitive spot that made Riley see stars. “That’s it,” Margaret hissed, her voice thick with satisfaction as she felt Riley’s pussy clench around her fingers. “Cum for me, you disgusting little slut. Show me how much you love being used.” Riley’s body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy convulsed around Margaret’s fingers, her moans vibrating around the strap-on in her mouth as she came hard, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. Margaret continued to thrust her fingers inside Riley, drawing out her orgasm, making sure she felt every second of it. “Good girl,” Margaret purred as she finally slowed her movements, letting Riley catch her breath, though the strap-on still filled her mouth. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\37.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret stood up, her demeanor as cold and commanding as ever. She grabbed the large vibrator from the nightstand and knelt on the bed, positioning herself with an air of dominance. She carefully placed Riley’s head, barely able to move, onto her chest. Riley lay there, her breath ragged and her body spent. Margaret took her own fingers and shoved them into Riley’s mouth. “Suck on these,” she ordered harshly, her voice dripping with control. Riley, struggling to comply, wrapped her lips around Margaret’s fingers, her tired mouth working as best it could. Margaret then turned her attention to the vibrator. She pressed it against Riley’s already exhausted pussy, the cold, hard silicone making contact with her tender, overstimulated flesh. “You’re going to come again,” Margaret said with a cruel smile. “I want you to beg for it while you lose control.” Margaret turned the vibrator on, its buzzing intensity sending jolts through Riley’s body. The vibrations were relentless, pushing Riley toward another orgasm. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tried to escape the unyielding stimulation. The strain proved too much for Riley. Her body, already overwhelmed, began to tremble uncontrollably. With a shuddering cry, Riley’s bladder betrayed her, and a warm stream of urine soaked the bed beneath her. The warm liquid pooled around her, spreading out and creating a visible mark of her humiliation. Margaret’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she took in the sight of Riley’s complete loss of control. “Look at you,” she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a filthy mess, pissing yourself like a little girl. Can’t handle the vibrator, can’t even keep your bladder under control. You’re such a pathetic slut.” Margaret’s fingers, still in Riley’s mouth, pushed further down her throat, forcing her to continue sucking despite her humiliation. “You’re nothing but a worthless whore,” Margaret continued, her voice filled with cruel delight. “Dripping with piss, unable to even manage your own body. Now, clean up this mess.” With a mocking smile, Margaret grabbed a corner of the soiled sheets and held it up for Riley to see. “Lick it clean,” she commanded, her tone unwavering. “Get every drop of piss off these sheets. Show me how much of a pathetic, obedient slut you are.” Riley, her face flushed with shame, was forced to comply. She moved weakly, her exhausted body dragging as she began to lick at the wet stains on the sheets. Each lick was a further blow to her dignity, the taste of her own urine and the feeling of the damp fabric against her tongue adding to her humiliation.< Margaret watched with a cold, satisfied gaze, relishing the sight of Riley on her knees, completely degraded and utterly submissive. The image of Riley licking the sheets, her body trembling with both shame and exhaustion, was a testament to Margaret’s complete control and Riley’s total humiliation.< <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\38.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Riley lay on the bed, her body drained and her mind in a haze, Margaret suddenly moved with an assertive grace. Without a word, she straddled Riley’s face, the weight of her dominance pressing down as she commanded, “Lick me clean.” Riley’s mouth found Margaret’s warmth, her lips enveloping her, the scent and taste overwhelming her senses. Margaret shifted, positioning herself so that Riley’s nose pressed against her cunt, the proximity both suffocating and inescapable. Each flick of Riley’s tongue was met with a low, satisfied murmur from Margaret, who seemed to take pleasure in the control she wielded. But Margaret wasn’t finished. With a voice that brooked no argument, she demanded, “Now, clean my ass.” Riley hesitated, her breath catching, but the command left her with no choice. Broken and submissive, she let her tongue travel further, the act both humiliating and intimate. She obeyed, delving into the depths of Margaret's control, feeling every shift and movement as she performed the degrading task. Margaret reveled in her power, savoring each moment of Riley’s obedience, knowing that she had broken her completely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\39.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret stood up from the bed, her movements precise and filled with cold, unyielding satisfaction. She looked down at Riley, sprawled on the floor, utterly defeated and drenched in a mix of sweat and humiliation. Riley’s body was limp, her face flushed with deep, mortifying shame. Margaret’s eyes sparkled with cruel delight as she grabbed a fistful of Riley’s disheveled hair and yanked her upright. Riley’s eyes, filled with fear and complete submission, met Margaret’s gaze. Margaret’s smile was one of sadistic pleasure. “Look at you,” Margaret sneered, holding Riley’s head steady with a firm grip. “You’re a mess, lying in your own piss and covered in my saliva. You must feel so small and worthless right now.” Margaret leaned in closer, her breath hot and mocking against Riley’s face. “Before you leave, I want to hear you answer a question,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “What part of today’s little play session did you enjoy the most? Was it when you were down on your knees, licking my feet and begging for more, or perhaps when you were squirming under the relentless vibrations?” Margaret’s eyes gleamed with malice as she continued. “Or maybe it was when I made you lick my pussy clean after you couldn’t hold your bladder? You looked so pathetic, drenched in your own piss. Or was it when I made you suck my fingers clean of the saliva I spat on your face?” She paused for effect, savoring Riley’s visible discomfort before adding, “Or was it the most humiliating moment for you when I forced you to lick every drop of piss off the sheets? Come on, tell me.” Riley, her voice trembling and barely audible, began to respond. “I— I think it was when you made me… lick your pussy clean,” she stammered, her eyes cast down in humiliation. Margaret’s eyes narrowed with cold satisfaction as she listened to Riley’s admission. “Good,” she said with a cruel smile. “It’s good to hear you admit how much you enjoyed being degraded. You were such a pathetic mess, it’s almost impressive how low you’re willing to go.” With a sudden, vicious movement, Margaret spat a thick, glob of saliva directly into Riley’s face. The spit landed with a splat, some of it dripping into Riley’s mouth and down her cheeks. The act was both humiliating and final, a mark of Margaret’s disdain. Margaret leaned in closer, her voice cold and unyielding. “Oh, and by the way,” she said with a twisted smile, “I’ve recorded our little session. Every degrading moment, every humiliating act—it’s all on video. If you even think about coming near me again, I’ll make sure it’s broadcast for everyone to see. Imagine the damage it’ll do to your precious reputation. Everyone in the city will know what a pathetic little slut you really are.” She watched with cold satisfaction as Riley’s eyes widened in fear. “You’ve got a few minutes to gather your things and get out of my apartment,” Margaret said sharply. “And remember what I said. Don’t even think about trying to come back. You’re nothing but a filthy, degraded mess.” Margaret stood with an air of finality as Riley scrambled to collect her clothes, her movements frantic and filled with shame. Riley’s face was streaked with saliva, her tears mingling with the residue of her humiliation. The sight of her desperately trying to cover herself while still covered in spit and urine was a stark testament to her complete degradation. As Riley finally managed to pull on her clothes and stumbled toward the door, Margaret’s voice rang out one last time. “Don’t ever come back,” she said, her tone cutting and final. “And remember how you left today. Your reputation as a ‘cool girl’ is about to be utterly destroyed.” Riley, trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation, fled the apartment as quickly as she could, leaving Margaret behind in her cold, victorious solitude. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_riley\40.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The screen flickered violently before plunging into complete darkness. An oppressive silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating, only to be shattered by a voice—Margaret's voice—sharp, cold, and dripping with disdain. “You've disappointed me beyond belief, <<print $name>>. If you don't want to drag yourself further into this mess, you better come to my house. We'll sort out our shit like the adults we supposedly are,” Margaret spat out, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. The words were harsh, each syllable laced with a venom that made my skin crawl. The video abruptly ended, the screen going black, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. My heart pounded in my chest, and a chill ran down my spine. I could still hear Margaret's words echoing in my ears, their weight pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. I stared blankly at the screen, my mind racing. The footage had been irrefutable—clear evidence of the brutal assault on Riley. Every cut, every bruise told a story of violence that left no room for doubt. But instead of feeling a surge of protective anger towards Riley, all I felt was a deep, gnawing fear for myself. Seeing the once confident and unbreakable Riley reduced to this state made me realize the terrifying power Margaret wielded. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I replayed the video in my mind. The images of Riley's suffering were seared into my memory, but it wasn't empathy that surged within me—it was pure, paralyzing fear. What if Margaret decided that I knew too much? What if she turned her wrath towards me next? The thought of Margaret's son holding a high-ranking position in law enforcement sent a shiver down my spine. The connections she had were like invisible chains, binding anyone who dared to cross her. Reporting this would not only jeopardize Riley's safety but mine as well. The reality hit me hard—I was trapped in a web of corruption and intimidation, with no clear way out. I glanced around the room, feeling the walls close in on me. The weight of the situation was crushing. I knew I couldn't let this go, but every instinct screamed at me to stay silent, to protect myself from the inevitable retaliation. The moral dilemma tore at me from the inside out—do I risk everything to seek justice for Riley, or do I bury the truth to save myself? My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, guilt, and a desperate need for a solution. I couldn't bear the thought of losing myself to this nightmare, but turning a blind eye felt like betrayal. The path forward was murky, fraught with danger and uncertainty, and I was left standing at the crossroads with no clear direction. As I sat there, grappling with my turmoil, I knew one thing for certain: something had to be done. The silence was deafening, and the stakes were higher than ever. The next move would determine my own fate. [[Get up|Bedroom]] <<set $rileyDisgrace = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I enter Mistress Margaret's apartment, intending to see if she needs anything. When she sees me, Margaret says, "I'm quite busy at the moment, so you’re free to go." <ul> <li>[[Ask if I can help as a maid|Mistress Margaret Ask Maid]]</li> <<if $femaleOfficersWiretap and !$femaleOfficersWiretapEnd>><li>[[Ask if I can help as a maid to install a listening device|Margaret Wiretap]]</li><</if>> <<if $femaleOfficersWiretap and !$femaleOfficersWiretapEnd>><li>[[Tell her about the female officers asking about her|Inform Margaret]]</li><</if>> <<if !$femaleHomeVideo and ($dayNumber - $margaretFemaleOfficersContact) >= 2>><li>[[Ask Margaret about the police officers|Police Sluts]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the apartment|4th Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/misc/exam.jpg"/> Though I wasn’t the brightest or most diligent student, I prepared well for my final exams in the subjects I had chosen and managed to pass with decent grades. To my delight, once my exams were over, my parents surprised me with the news that they had already contacted Mr. Novak. He was more than happy to have me as a tenant. With everything in place, I eagerly embraced this new chapter in my life, moving to the city and ready to explore the vibrant opportunities that awaited me. With a mix of excitement and nerves, I said my goodbyes, promising my family that I would visit often and call regularly. <img src="img/misc/train.jpg"/> My journey to the city began on a train, the rhythmic clattering of the wheels a constant reminder of the growing distance between me and my hometown. Upon arrival, I stepped onto the platform, the sound of the train fading into the distance. A shrewd taxi driver spotted me—new to the city and burdened with luggage—and offered to take me to my new home. The ride probably cost more than it should have, but the worst part was discovering after the ride that my phone had gone missing, leaving me disconnected and even more vulnerable in this unfamiliar place. <img src="img/misc/taxi.jpg"/> When I stepped out of the taxi, Mr. Novak was waiting for me with a warm smile. He was a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, dressed in a neatly pressed suit. After exchanging pleasantries, he handed me a set of keys—their weight and cool metal a tangible symbol of my new beginning. Mr. Novak then led me to my new apartment. <img src="img/misc/keys.jpg"/> The building wasn’t in the most desirable neighborhood, but its worn exterior and aged facade didn’t dampen my spirits. Mr. Novak explained that this area, while not the best in the city, would still be a good starting point. He assured me that it would be my home, at least for the time being. The apartment itself was modest but functional, with enough space to make it my own. As I settled in, Mr. Novak laid out the practical details. He informed me that he would be stopping by at the end of each month, on the 30th, to collect the rent of $500. “Believe me, kid,” Mr. Novak said with a grin, “The rent is quite generous. You won’t find a place for less in this city. The only cheaper option would be living with the homeless.” His tone was reassuring, though the reality of city life was starting to sink in. With my new keys in hand and Mr. Novak’s promise of affordable rent, I began to embrace this new chapter of my life. The city streets buzzed with energy and opportunity, but they were also filled with challenges and dangers. As I started to navigate my new environment, I quickly realized that finding a job to support myself would be crucial. <<set $start = true>> After saying goodbye to Mr. Novak, I stood outside my new home. The transition from the quiet, familiar life of my small town to the bustling city was both thrilling and daunting, but I was determined to make the most of this opportunity. <img src="img/misc/house.jpg"/> After the move, I found myself with almost no money left, and now I had to quickly figure out a way to make ends meet. If things got too tough, I knew I could call my mom on Mondays for a little financial help. My new life has [[begun.|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak.jpg"/><<if $novakQuickie is true>> I open the door to find Mr. Novak grinning with a smug expression. He leans against the doorframe, his demeanor bold and unrepentant. "Well, well, look who’s here," he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Got any money for the rent this time, or did you enjoy our little 'session' so much that you’re eager for a repeat?" <ul> <<if $money >= 500>><li>[[Pay the rent|PayRent Success]]</li><</if>> <<if !$novakHomeHead>><li>[[Invite Mr. Novak in for a chat|Invite Novak]]</li><</if>> <<if $novakHomeHead>><li>[[Invite Mr. Novak in for a chat|Invite Novak Two]]</li><</if>></ul> <<else>><<if $money >= 500>> Mr. Novak is here to collect the rent of $500 for the month. [[Pay the rent|PayRent Success]] [[Try to negotiate with Mr. Novak|NegotiateRent]] <<else>> Mr. Novak is here to collect the rent of $500 for the month. I don’t have enough money to pay the rent. [[Try to negotiate with Mr. Novak|NegotiateRent]] <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak_pay.jpg"/> I hand Mr. Novak $500 for the rent. He takes the cash without a word, his expression neutral and unchanging. “I’ll see you next month,” he says curtly, turning on his heel and walking out the door. The door closes quietly behind him, leaving me alone in the apartment with a sense of finality. <<set $money -= 500>><<set $rentPaid = true>> [[Return home|home]]

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak.jpg"/> Mr. Novak stood at the door, his hand outstretched, clearly expecting payment. His eyes scanned me, brows slightly raised as if questioning my delay. "Well? What's going on, kid?" he asked, his voice sharp but not yet hostile. I shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. "It’s just... I don’t have the money this month," I finally admitted, the weight of the admission hanging heavy between us. Mr. Novak’s expression darkened. He folded his arms across his chest, the friendly demeanor he usually carried quickly evaporating. "So, you're telling me you couldn’t scrape together five hundred dollars in an entire month? What the fuck have you been doing all this time?" His voice was harsh, laced with frustration. I opened my mouth to explain, to justify the situation, but he cut me off before I could utter another word. "Wait. Are you trying to screw me over? I gave you a good deal, was more than fair, and this is how you repay me?" He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "I’m not gonna let you mooch off me, not even for the sake of my friendship with your uncle." He paused, giving me a hard look. The situation was tense, and I could feel the pressure building. There were options, but none of them felt particularly good. <ul> <<if $money >= 500>><li>[[Pull out the $500 to pay Mr. Novak|PayRent Success]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Try to persuade Mr. Novak to let you skip paying rent for this month|Convince Novak]]</li> <li>[[Tell Mr. Novak you can’t afford to stay here anymore|Cant Afford Apartment]]</li></ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak.jpg"/> Mr. Novak waits expectantly, his hand still outstretched, clearly expecting the rent money. I bite my lip, trying to think of a way out. "Mr. Novak... could you maybe give me just a little more time?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. "I just need another month to get things in order. I promise I'll have the rent by then." Novak raises an eyebrow, his expression hardening. He crosses his arms and lets out a long sigh. "Another month?" he says, voice cold. "You had thirty days already, and now you're asking for more? I'm not running a charity, sweetheart." My heart sinks as his words hit me like a cold wave. But then, as if considering something, Novak rubs his chin and gives me a once-over. "You know," he says slowly, a small, twisted smile forming on his lips, "you remind me of your uncle. He had a way of... making deals." He steps closer, eyes narrowing as they settle on you. "Tell you what. You do something for me, and I'll give you another month rent-free. Simple as that." I feel a knot form in my stomach as his meaning becomes clear. I take a step back, but he steps forward, his grin widening. "Suck me off," he says bluntly, not even trying to mask his intentions. "Do that, and we can forget all about the rent for this month. Or pack your things and leave." <ul> <li>[[Agree to Novak's proposal|Accept Novak Offer]]</li> <li>[[Refuse and move out|Cant Afford Apartment]]</li> </ul>

"I... I don’t think I can afford to rent this apartment anymore." The words come out reluctantly, and I can feel the weight of their finality.. Mr. Novak's face immediately darkened, the disappointment clear in his eyes. "So that’s it, huh?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright then, start packing your shit." He steps back, giving me a cold, dismissive glance. I begin gathering my belongings, stuffing clothes into a bag, feeling his gaze burning into my back the entire time. "What’s the deal with you, huh? You some kind of junkie or something?" he sneered. "How the hell do you go an entire month without scraping together a few measly bucks? Jesus..." He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching your every move. "And I’m watching you, just so you know. Don’t you dare try and swipe something of mine." The pressure of his stare makes me pack faster, the shame and frustration gnawing at me. With my things gathered, I walk past him, feeling like a shadow of myself. Mr. Novak follows me to the door, carrying one of my bags. <img src="img/locations/home/rent_fail.jpg"/> Once outside, he placed the bag on the ground with a heavy sigh. "Look, I didn’t want it to end like this," he admitted, his voice slightly softer, but still tinged with frustration. "But this is your fault. You had your chance. Now it’s up to you. You can go back to that small town of yours, crash with the homeless, or figure something out. I don’t care. It’s not my problem anymore." He turns and walks back inside, the door closing behind him with a dull thud. <<set $rentFailed = true>> [[Leave|Outside]]

I feel a deep pit of dread in my stomach as I glance at Mr. Novak. The thought of what he's asking me to do makes me want to run, but I know that if I leave now, I have nowhere to go. "Fine," I say quietly, my voice barely a whisper. "Shall we... go inside the apartment?" Novak's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with something dark and twisted. "Inside?" he repeats, chuckling softly. "Oh no, sweetheart. I'm not some cheap trick, and I don’t think you’re a whore either. So here's the deal—I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll remember. You're doing it right here, in the stairwell." My heart pounds in my chest, the humiliation of what he's demanding becoming painfully real. I hesitate, but after a moment, I force myself to nod. Novak motions toward the stairs, his smile widening. "Good girl," he says mockingly. "Now, get your pretty ass up those stairs." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Shakily, I turn and walk up the dimly lit stairwell. The peeling paint on the walls and the faint echo of my footsteps only heighten the sense of dread gnawing at me. I stop midway between the floors, hoping to find some excuse, some way out of this. "Mr. Novak, maybe we can..." you begin, trying to sound calm, but your voice falters. Before I can finish, he cuts me off sharply. "No more bullshit," he growls, stepping closer. "I don’t have time for your games. You wanted more time for the rent, now you’ve got it. So, do what you agreed to, or get the fuck out." <ul> <li>[[Proceed|Novak Suck]]</li> <li>[[Refuse and leave|Cant Afford Apartment]]</li> </ul>

Sitting down on the cold, metal staircase bolted to the wall of the entryway, the chill from the steel biting into you through your clothes, you made one last desperate attempt to reason with him. "Isn't there any other way we can resolve this?" you plead, hoping against hope for some flicker of leniency. Mr. Novak's eyes narrowed as he stared at you, clearly unimpressed. He stepped closer, looming over you with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, he reached out and cupped your cheek, his rough fingers trailing down your face in a mockingly gentle gesture. "You're just like your uncle," he said with a grin, "always looking for an easy way out. But life's not that kind, sweetheart." His voice dropped to a low, gravelly tone, and his hand tightened slightly on your face. "I don’t have time for your excuses. You're either gonna do what I said, or you're out on your ass tonight. Now, be a good girl and get to it." Your heart raced as his words sank in. You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, but the thought of losing the apartment—and being out on the streets—was even more unbearable. Reluctantly, you swallowed your pride. As you lowered your head, his grin widened. "Fine," you muttered under your breath, your voice barely a whisper. Mr. Novak stepped back slightly, gesturing toward the stairwell between the floors. "Good girl. Now, get up there," he ordered, his tone commanding. You climbed up to the narrow landing between the floors, feeling the rough concrete beneath your feet. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows over the peeling walls. Novak followed closely behind, watching your every move. Once you were in position, you tried again, one last time, to change his mind. "Do we really have to do it here?" you ask, voice trembling, still clinging to the smallest hope. But Novak's patience had clearly run out. He gripped your chin firmly, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "Stop wasting my time. I told you, you're gonna remember this day. Now hurry up, I don’t have all night." His eyes glinted with anticipation as he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough. You hesitated for a moment longer, shame burning through you. But there was no way out. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you leaned forward, knowing this was the price you had to pay to keep the roof over your head. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Mr. Novak’s expression hardened as he watched you with a mixture of disdain and impatience. With a curt nod, he commanded you to kneel. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Heart pounding, you complied and sank to your knees on the cold, gritty floor of the stairwell. You hesitated for a moment, but the humiliation and the prospect of losing the apartment drove you to take him in your mouth. Your attempts were clumsy and hesitant, your anxiety making each movement awkward and uncoordinated. Mr. Novak’s patience quickly wore thin. "Ugh, come on. Do it properly," he growled, clearly frustrated. "You're making this more difficult than it needs to be." Without further warning, he took a firm grip on the back of your head, his fingers digging into your hair. With a sudden, forceful motion, he shoved himself deeper into your throat, ignoring your gagging and muffled protests. His thrusts were relentless and brutal, each movement pressing you further against the rough, cold surface of the stairs. The feeling of his erection forcing its way down your throat made it hard to breathe, and tears of discomfort welled up in your eyes. "Come on, make it count," he said harshly, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts. "You wanted another month, so you better fucking earn it." The ordeal felt endless, the mixture of shame, fear, and the physical discomfort overwhelming you. Through it all, you clung to the thought that enduring this was the only way to secure your place in the apartment, desperate to prove yourself worthy of a chance to stay. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Mr. Novak’s frustration was palpable as he watched your ineffective attempts. With a sigh of exasperation, he pulled himself out of your mouth, his irritation evident. He took hold of his own erection and roughly guided it towards you. "Ugh, you're really not getting it," he snapped, "so why don’t you use your hands if your mouth can’t do the job?" He positioned himself so you could clearly see what he wanted. Reluctantly, you shifted your position and took his cock in your hand. You began to stroke him, your movements hesitant at first but gradually becoming more confident as you tried to satisfy his demands. As you worked on him, Mr. Novak’s frustration didn’t completely dissipate. He grabbed your head and guided you lower, directing you to lick his testicles. The taste was sharp and salty, and the texture was rough against your tongue. You hesitated briefly but continued, trying to focus on doing a thorough job. Mr. Novak groaned as you licked and gently sucked on his testicles. His breathing grew heavier as he felt your mouth and hands working in unison. His irritation seemed to fade, replaced by a grim satisfaction. He watched you closely, his gaze intense and unyielding. "That’s better," he growled. "Make sure you’re not just going through the motions. I want to feel it all." With each stroke and lick, you could sense the growing urgency in his movements. His hand occasionally reached down to guide your motions, ensuring you were working at the pace and pressure he preferred. The act was uncomfortable and demeaning, but you focused on keeping a steady rhythm, hoping it would be enough to earn the extra month. His groans and occasional curses punctuated the atmosphere as you continued. The situation was a harsh reminder of the power imbalance, but you persevered, determined to avoid losing your place in the apartment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As you reluctantly resumed your oral duties, Mr. Novak’s impatience was palpable. He looked down at you with a mix of irritation and control. "Show me your breasts," he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative. With a resigned sigh, you complied, pulling up your shirt to reveal your chest while continuing to keep his cock in your mouth. The cold air and the weight of his gaze made the situation increasingly uncomfortable. Just as you were adjusting your position, a sudden noise from the dimly lit stairwell caused you to freeze. The sound was faint but distinct—footsteps or something scraping against the walls. Panic surged through you as you abruptly pulled away from him, your heart racing. You jumped to your feet, hastily pulling down your shirt to cover your breasts as you scanned the darkness of the hallway. Your breaths came out in shallow, anxious gasps as you tried to discern whether anyone had witnessed what was happening. "What’s the matter?" Mr. Novak's voice cut through your panic, a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "Are you trying to back out now? What’s wrong, scared someone’s going to see?" With your chest covered and the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders, you stood there, torn between the fear of being caught and the desire to avoid further humiliation. The unsettling quiet of the stairwell only added to your growing anxiety. Mr. Novak, clearly irritated by your sudden hesitation, grumbled under his breath but kept his eyes on you, his impatience evident. The urgency in his expression made it clear that he wanted to continue, but the risk of being discovered was now a looming threat. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Mr. Novak’s frustration was evident as he glared down at you. "I expect you to finish what you started," he said harshly, his voice dripping with irritation. "Get back on your knees and do it right. I won’t ask again." With a deep sense of humiliation and urgency, you complied. You dropped back to your knees, your movements quick and desperate. You took his cock back into your mouth, sucking with determination. As you worked on him, you simultaneously stroked his shaft, trying to bring this ordeal to a swift conclusion. Mr. Novak’s grip tightened around your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your head with rough, relentless motions. His breathing became ragged, and his moans grew louder. "That’s better," he groaned, "Suck it like a good little slut. I want to feel you swallow every last bit." With a final, forceful thrust, Mr. Novak reached his climax. He held your head down tightly, pushing his cock deep into your throat as he came. You felt his warm, sticky release flood your mouth, and he forced you to swallow every drop. His grip remained firm, ensuring you took all of his semen. As he pulled away, he released his hold on your hair and stepped back, surveying the scene with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. You were left on your knees, the taste of his climax in your mouth and the heavy, degrading weight of the moment bearing down on you. The experience was a brutal reminder of the price you had to pay to stay in the apartment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Mr. Novak looked down at you with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He raised his hand and delivered a sharp, humiliating slap to your cheek, making it sting. "Alright, alright," he said with a mocking tone, "I’ll cut you some slack this time. You only owe me $150 instead of the full $200." Your face flushed with a mix of confusion and hope. You quickly tried to process his sudden shift. "Wait, what? I thought—" You stuttered, still reeling from the shock of his offer. Mr. Novak laughed harshly, his voice echoing off the walls. "Oh, you should’ve seen your face," he jeered, "I was just playing with you. Did you really think I was going to let you off that easy? I had a good laugh watching you squirm." He took a step closer, his expression shifting to one of feigned sympathy. "Alright, fine. You don’t have to pay this month. But let me make it clear—next month, you better have the money ready. Because honestly, you suck at this. I’ve had better head from a blow-up doll." He chuckled darkly, giving you one last, contemptuous look before walking away. His mocking laughter lingered in the hallway, leaving you humiliated and shaken. The whole encounter was a brutal reminder of the harsh reality of your situation and the need to come prepared next time. [[Go back to your apartment|home]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $rentPaid = true>><<set $novakQuickie = true>>

I invite Mr. Novak inside, trying to hide the tension as he steps in with that familiar smug grin. He takes a slow look around the apartment before letting out a low chuckle, his voice dripping with amusement. "Lead the way." As we reach the kitchen, he leans against the counter with crossed arms, his gaze firmly on me. "Why don’t you make me some tea, sweetheart?" There’s a clear tone of command in his voice, and with a nod, I move to the stove, grabbing the kettle. The water boils quickly, and I set out two cups. <img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak_home.jpg"/> While placing the teapot and cups on the table, Mr. Novak casually slides into the chair across from me. But before I can take my seat, he looks up, smirking. "You know, I’m hungry too." His eyes linger on me for a moment longer before I respond, "I’ll see what I can find." I rummage through the kitchen cabinets, spotting some raspberry pastries. Grabbing a plate, I carefully arrange the pastries and place them on the table. Mr. Novak picks one up, inspecting it with a raised eyebrow, before taking a bite. He chews thoughtfully and says, "Now this is more like it. Hospitality worthy of your landlord. You ought to learn a bit more about manners, girl." I feel a mix of unease and the need to keep things light as I sit down and pour the tea, the warm liquid filling both our cups. Trying to steer the conversation, I ask, “How have you been, Mr. Novak?” He raises an eyebrow, smirking before correcting me. "Call me Viktor. No need for formalities, considering..." His words trail off with a knowing look. He takes a sip of his tea before replying, "I’ve been doing just fine. But let’s cut to the chase. What about the rent this month?" <ul> <li>[[Yes, I’ll pay the rent for the month|PayRent Success]]</li> <li>[[Tell him I’m having money troubles this month|Invite Novak Discuss]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> I sit at the bar, noticing Robert’s unusually distant expression. Frowning slightly, I lean forward and ask, "Is something wrong?" He looks at me, his brow furrowing before he speaks, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Ever since I gave you Riley’s contact to help with your... little problem, she hasn’t been in touch with me." His voice has a hint of suspicion, his eyes searching my face for clues. "What happened?" His words hang in the air for a moment. I hesitate, feeling a weight settle in my chest. "There were some... difficulties with the job I asked her to do," I finally say, trying to keep my tone steady. Robert’s eyes narrow slightly, a calculating look replacing his earlier concern. He tilts his head, studying me. "Difficulties?" His voice sharpens, curious but cautious. "What kind of difficulties are we talking about?" A wave of discomfort rolls through me as I realize just how closely he’s scrutinizing my every word. I force a small smile, trying to deflect his attention. "It might be better if Riley tells you herself when she surfaces," I suggest, avoiding the mention of the video with Riley that could make things worse. "Do you know where I can find her, besides Pulse?" Robert leans back in his seat, crossing his arms as he thinks for a moment. "Riley’s always been a bit of a ghost when she wants to be," he finally replies, his voice thoughtful but guarded. "She was never one for being found easily. But if she shows up, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, try not to let this turn into a mess I have to clean up." His tone is light, but there’s a seriousness behind it that makes my pulse quicken. <<set $robertQuestion = true>><<set $robertrileyLastContact = $dayNumber>> [[Return to the bar|Bar]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> I glance at Robert and ask, "How’s everything going?" He gives a small nod, his usual easygoing expression returning. "Everything’s fine." But then, after a pause, he leans forward slightly, lowering his voice. "Remember when we talked about Riley?" He hesitates, as if weighing his words. "Well, last night, I was about to head to bed when someone knocked on my door." He raises his eyebrows slightly. "Turns out, it was Riley." My heart skips a beat at the mention of her name, and Robert continues. "She looked a bit... off. Said she had some trouble and needed a place to stay for a couple of nights. Asked if I could do her that favor." He pauses, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "I let her in, of course, but the way she was acting, something felt... strange." He leans back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies my reaction. "So, yeah, everything’s mostly fine. But hey, I was thinking—why don’t you come over after work? We can talk things out. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I’d like to help smooth things over." I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But then, not wanting to appear rude or ungrateful for his offer, I nod. "Sure, I’ll stop by." A small smile flickers across Robert’s face. Later, as the bar closes and the last of the customers leave, Robert flips the "Closed" sign on the door and turns to me. "Ready to head out?" he asks. Together, we leave the bar, stepping into the cool night air as we make our way to his place. [[Continue to Robert's apartment|Robert Home Visit]]

Robert and I arrive at his home, the soft hum of the car engine fading as he parks in front of his modest house. The street is quiet, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights. Robert unlocks the door and motions for me to enter first. The warmth of the living room envelops me as I step inside. I make my way to the couch, sinking into its soft cushions while Robert heads toward the kitchen. <img src="img\locations\outside\bar/robert_home.jpg"/> A few moments later, Robert returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He pours me a generous amount and sits beside me. I nod in thanks and take a sip, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. Relaxing a bit, I slip off my shoes and pull my legs up onto the couch, getting more comfortable. I take another sip before breaking the silence. "So, what’s going on with Riley?" I ask, glancing at Robert as he sets his glass down on the coffee table. He leans back, exhaling slowly. "She should be here," he says, his brow furrowing slightly. "She said she’d stay a couple of nights, but she’s been kind of... distant." His voice trails off, as if he’s unsure of how to describe her behavior. Just as I'm about to ask more, the conversation is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door opening. I turn to see Riley stepping into the room, her expression neutral but her presence heavy with tension. Her gaze flicks between me and Robert before landing on me. For a moment, I consider bringing up the situation with Margaret, hoping for some clarity. But before I can speak, Riley cuts me off. "Everything’s fine, no need to worry," she says, her tone clipped and hurried. She offers a brief, almost dismissive smile, then glances at Robert. "I’ve got work to do, so I’ll be out for a while." She doesn’t wait for a response, turning and heading for the door without another word. I watch her leave, the door closing softly behind her, leaving an awkward silence in her wake. Robert exhales, leaning forward to pour himself another glass of wine. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I had completely forgotten why I came to Robert’s place. As I settled into the plush couch in the living room, I felt the soft fabric beneath me and took a deep breath, savoring the cozy atmosphere. With a glass of wine in hand, I started sipping, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through me. The evening was unfolding effortlessly, and Robert and I chatted comfortably about various topics. As I continued to drink, the effects of the wine began to hit me. The conversation with Robert became more engaging, and the worries about Riley seemed to drift away. The room felt increasingly inviting, and I found myself completely absorbed in the pleasant surroundings. After finishing another glass, I felt a playful impulse take over. The alcohol had lightened my mood and boosted my confidence. I looked at Robert with a mischievous grin. "You know, this evening has turned out better than I expected," I said, my voice soft and slightly tipsy. Without waiting for a response, I moved closer to him on the couch. The warmth of the wine and the intimacy of the moment made me bold. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, starting with a gentle kiss that quickly deepened as the warmth and connection between us grew. Robert’s response was immediate, his hands finding their way to my back as we both gave in to the unexpected, yet exhilarating, turn of the evening. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After we shared a series of deep, passionate kisses, we settled back on the couch, our glasses of wine refilled. The atmosphere was warm and intimate, the room softly lit by the glow of a lamp. We continued to sip from our glasses, the alcohol making everything feel even more relaxed and comforting. As the bottle of wine slowly emptied, Robert looked at me with a playful glint in his eye. "I’m really enjoying tonight," I said, my voice slightly slurred but genuine. "How about you?" Robert smiled, his eyes soft and warm. "Me too. Actually, I was thinking... how about we move this to the bedroom?" His voice was inviting, and the suggestion seemed natural given the mood of the evening. The wine had loosened my inhibitions, and I found myself not even considering refusal. "Sure," I replied, my voice a blend of curiosity and eagerness. We rose from the couch, and Robert led me by the hand to his bedroom. The space was dimly lit and inviting, the bed neatly made with soft, inviting sheets. As we entered, I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. We immediately fell into each other’s arms, our kisses growing more intense as we slowly moved towards the bed. Once we were comfortably lying on the bed, Robert began to give me a soothing foot massage. His hands were warm and skillful, kneading away the tension from my feet. The sensation was incredibly relaxing, and I sighed contentedly. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the massage, I was surprised when Robert's attention shifted. He started to kiss and lick my feet, his touch light and teasing. His unexpected affection sent shivers through me, a mix of surprise and pleasure. I looked at him, a playful smile on my lips, as I let myself enjoy the intimate and unexpected turn of events. The warmth of the wine and the closeness of the moment made everything feel perfect. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After we shared a series of deep, passionate kisses, I reclined comfortably on the bed while Robert continued to kiss and lick my feet. The sensation of his warm, skilled hands and the teasing licks were incredibly relaxing, sending waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, fully immersing myself in the moment and letting go of any remaining tension. However, my relaxation was abruptly interrupted when I happened to glance towards the doorway. To my shock, I saw Riley standing there barefoot. I had no idea how long she had been there, but her sudden appearance was startling. As soon as she noticed that I had seen her, her expression shifted from surprise to embarrassment. "Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt," she said quickly, her voice trembling slightly with awkwardness. "I just got home and... I didn’t know you’d be here." She looked around nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I’ll just... go back to my room," she added hurriedly, turning on her heel and leaving the room at a brisk pace. Robert and I exchanged a surprised glance as the door closed behind her. The unexpected interruption left a strange, lingering tension in the air, but the evening’s warmth and the effects of the wine quickly helped to ease the awkwardness. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The sudden appearance of Riley had definitely thrown me off balance, and the intimate atmosphere between Robert and me felt somewhat disrupted. I took a deep breath and, trying to shake off the awkwardness, said, "I think I should probably head home now." I began to slowly gather my things, feeling a mix of reluctance and unease as I prepared to leave. Robert, noticing my change in demeanor, gently reached out and touched my arm. "Hey, don’t rush off just yet," he said softly. "If you’d like, we could just hang out and watch some TV in the living room. It’s a nice, relaxed way to wind down after everything." His voice was calm and reassuring, and his eyes held a hint of concern, wanting to make sure I was okay. His offer was tempting, and part of me was drawn to the idea of continuing to enjoy his company. The awkwardness of the moment with Riley seemed to fade a bit as I considered Robert’s suggestion. I glanced around, my mind weighing the options. "That sounds nice," I said, trying to smile. "I guess we could watch a movie or something. I could use a bit more relaxation." Robert smiled in relief and gestured towards the living room. "Great! Let me just grab a couple more drinks, and we can find something to watch," he said, moving towards the kitchen. I settled back onto the couch, trying to shake off the last remnants of tension and focus on the evening ahead. As I waited for Robert to return, I found myself contemplating the choice in front of me: whether to leave and return to the comfort of my own home or to stay and unwind with Robert. The decision felt significant, given the unexpected turn of the evening, and I took a moment to consider what I truly wanted. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $drunkenness += 75>> [[Go home|Outside]] [[Stay and watch TV|Watch TV with Robert]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/robert_home_tv.jpg"/> Deciding it would be impolite to leave abruptly and feeling the effects of the wine making me more lenient, I agreed to stay. "You know what, staying for a bit longer sounds nice," I said with a smile, trying to ignore the lingering awkwardness. "Let’s just hang out and see where the evening takes us." Robert’s face lit up with a genuine smile, and he led me back to the living room. We settled onto the couch, the familiar comfort of the plush seating wrapping around us. As he grabbed a couple of drinks from the kitchen, I took a moment to get cozy, adjusting my position on the couch. When Robert returned, he handed me a glass and then casually draped his arm over my shoulder. The warmth of his touch was reassuring, and I found myself naturally leaning into him. "I’m glad you decided to stay," he said softly, his voice warm and sincere. "Let’s just relax and enjoy the movie." With his arm around me, I nestled closer to him, my head resting gently on his shoulder. We started watching a movie, the soft glow of the TV casting a gentle light in the room. The film played on, but my focus was more on the comforting closeness of Robert’s presence and the soothing sensation of his arm around me. The wine and Robert’s comforting embrace made everything feel calm and intimate. I let myself relax completely, enjoying the shared warmth and the simple pleasure of being close to him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I began to feel drowsy, my head resting comfortably against Robert’s shoulder, I was slowly drifting off to sleep. The soft glow of the TV and the gentle warmth of the wine made it hard to stay fully alert. Just as I was on the edge of sleep, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Before I could react, Riley burst into the living room with a burst of energy. She didn’t hesitate for a second, leaping onto the couch beside us with a playful grin. "Hey, what’s happening here?" she asked, her voice lively and full of curiosity. "What are you two watching?" Her sudden arrival jolted me slightly, and I blinked awake, momentarily surprised by the interruption. "Oh, hi Riley," I said with a sleepy smile. "We’re just watching a movie. Want to join us?" I patted the spot next to me, inviting her to get comfortable. Riley plopped down with a contented sigh, her enthusiasm bringing a fresh energy to the room. She glanced at the TV screen, her eyes sparkling with interest. "What’s the movie about?" she asked, settling in beside us. "Looks like you two were having a pretty cozy time." Robert chuckled softly, shifting a bit to make room for Riley. "We’re just watching a classic. Nothing too exciting, but it’s nice and relaxing," he said, his arm still around me. "Make yourself at home." With Riley now curled up next to us, the atmosphere in the room felt more relaxed and casual. Despite the unexpected interruption, I found myself settling back comfortably against Robert, the warmth of the evening and the company making it easy to drift back into a relaxed state. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Riley settled onto the couch beside us, I decided to get a bit more comfortable. I lifted my head from Robert’s shoulder and adjusted myself so I could lie down on the soft pillows in the corner of the couch. I placed my bare feet gently on Robert’s legs, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against mine. "Could you give me a foot massage?" I asked, my voice relaxed and slightly drowsy. Robert smiled and nodded, his hands immediately moving to start massaging my feet. His touch was soothing and firm, expertly kneading away any remaining tension. "Of course," he said softly. "I’d be happy to." The sensation of his hands working on my feet was incredibly relaxing, and I sighed contentedly. As I lay there, I glanced over at Riley, who was watching us with evident interest. Her eyes were focused on Robert’s hands as he worked on my feet, and there was a curious, almost amused expression on her face. "Everything okay, Riley?" I asked, a bit self-consciously but still feeling at ease in the moment. Riley blinked, as if snapping out of her observation. "Oh, yeah, just didn’t realize you were getting such a nice treatment," she replied with a chuckle. "Looks like you’re in good hands." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Robert, glancing at Riley, seemed to have an idea. "Hey Riley," he said, his tone friendly, "Would you like a foot massage too? I can help with that." His offer was sincere, and he patted the space next to my feet. Riley hesitated for a moment, then, with a playful smile, she slipped off her shoes and placed her bare feet next to mine. "Well, if you insist," she said with a chuckle, "I guess a massage wouldn’t hurt." She seemed to enjoy the attention, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of her feet so close to Robert’s hands. Robert began to work on Riley’s feet, his hands moving with the same skill and care. I watched with mixed emotions, trying to focus on the movie and the comfort of the evening while grappling with the twinge of jealousy. The atmosphere remained relaxed, but my feelings were a bit more complex now, adding a subtle layer of tension to the cozy scene. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling increasingly frustrated by the lack of attention from Robert, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I shifted my feet closer to Robert’s hands, trying to nudge him into focusing on me instead. Despite my subtle attempts, he remained engrossed in massaging Riley’s feet. I could see Riley’s pleased expression as she enjoyed the attention. Unable to stand it any longer, I slowly lifted one of my feet and brought it closer to Robert’s face. "Robert," I said softly, my voice carrying a hint of insistence, "I think you’ve forgotten about me." I placed my foot gently against his cheek, forcing him to turn his attention toward me. Robert’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but a smirk soon played on his lips. "Oh, sorry about that," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hands paused for a moment before he shifted his focus, his lips brushing against the arch of my foot. He began to softly kiss and nibble at my toes, the sensation sending shivers up my spine. "Let me make it up to you," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. As Robert lavished attention on my foot, his hands still continued to work on Riley’s feet, albeit with a slightly distracted touch. I watched with a mix of satisfaction and lingering irritation, but the intimacy of the moment with Robert soon drew me back into the relaxing cocoon of the evening. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I noticed that as Robert massaged one of Riley's feet, she used her other foot to rub his pants right in the crotch area. The tension between them grew thicker by the second. Robert’s breath hitched, clearly struggling to maintain control. Unable to resist any longer, his hands moved to his zipper, and with a shaky exhale, he pulled it down, freeing his cock. The moment his length was exposed, both Riley and I instinctively pressed our feet against him, almost in sync. Riley’s delicate toes curled around him, and I followed suit, adding pressure as we began rubbing against his now throbbing shaft. I glanced at Riley, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and without a word, we both knew exactly how this was going to play out. "You two… you're driving me crazy..." Robert’s voice was strained, filled with anticipation. "Maybe that's the plan," I teased, my foot sliding up and down in rhythm with Riley's. "Shh, let’s just enjoy this," Riley whispered, a grin tugging at her lips as we continued, feeling him grow even harder beneath our touch. The heat between us swirled, thickening the air as our playful teasing became more deliberate, both of us taking turns to graze his sensitive skin, watching his reactions with pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I continued to rub Robert’s shaft with my bare feet, feeling the warmth and firmness grow with every movement. His breathing became more erratic, a mix of groans and gasps escaping him as my toes traced the length of him, teasing and sliding. Suddenly, Riley shifted positions. She moved quickly, getting on all fours, her body now bent over in front of Robert. Without a word, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his throbbing length. I felt the shift immediately—Robert’s body tensed under her touch, and I could feel the vibrations of his moans through my feet. "Oh, God… Riley, you’re... amazing," Robert groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. But Riley wasn’t just focused on him. As her head bobbed up and down, she let her tongue flick across my toes, licking and teasing me as well. The sensation was electric—her warm, wet tongue against my skin, sending shivers down my spine while her mouth worked Robert over. "Riley... you really know how to multitask," I said with a breathy laugh, pressing my foot a little harder against Robert’s shaft as Riley's lips continued to slide over him. "Mmm..." Riley hummed in response, her mouth too full to speak, but her actions said everything. She moved faster, sucking Robert deeper, while her tongue played with my toes in between strokes. The mix of sensations—Robert’s hardness beneath my feet and Riley’s skillful attention—created an intoxicating rhythm. We all seemed lost in it, our bodies working in harmony, pushing each other further into a shared bliss. "I... I don’t know how much more I can take," Robert gasped, his hands gripping the bed for support as both Riley and I continued to push him toward the edge. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Wanting to grab Robert’s attention and please him even more, I slipped off my top, revealing my small, bare chest. The cool air brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, but it was nothing compared to the excitement of showing myself to him. However, Riley wasn’t about to let me have all the attention. She shot me a challenging glance, her lips curling into a smirk, before pulling off her own top, exposing her large, round silicone breasts. The sight immediately captured Robert’s gaze, his eyes widening with obvious appreciation. "Wow… both of you… you’re stunning," Robert murmured, torn between the two of us, his breath quickening with desire. But as Riley removed her top, her lips naturally slipped off his cock, leaving him exposed. Not wasting a second, I leaned in and eagerly wrapped my lips around him, my tongue swirling as I sucked him into my mouth. Riley, noticing this, wasn’t one to back down. She swiftly wrapped her feet around his cock, squeezing it while playfully nudging my face with her foot. "I’m not done yet," Riley teased, giggling as she pressed her toes against my cheek. With a sly grin, she pushed her big toe past my lips, slipping it into my mouth. The unexpected sensation of her toe and Robert’s cock together ignited something wild inside me. I began sucking on both, my mouth stretched between Robert’s hardness and Riley’s playful foot. "Mmm…," I moaned, my mouth full as I alternated between licking Riley’s toe and deep-throating Robert. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I… I can’t hold it…," Robert gasped, his hips bucking as he grew closer to release. With one final thrust, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his hot cum. I swallowed it eagerly, savoring the taste as I licked my lips clean, pulling back with a satisfied grin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_visit\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Glancing at the clock, I realized how late it had gotten. As much as I didn’t want the night to end, it was time to head home. "I guess it’s time to call it a night," I said, standing up and fixing my clothes. After saying goodbye and cleaning myself up, I stepped out into the cool night air, heading home with a smile, the memory of the evening still fresh in my mind. [[Go home|Outside]] <<set $robertrileyEvening = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $robert_relationship += 5>><<set $riley_relationship += 5>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> Robert leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone as he gives me a knowing look. "Last time with Riley… that was something special, wasn’t it?" He chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he recalls the shared experience. "So, I was thinking," he continues, "if you're up for it, we could… you know, continue where we left off. Riley’s game if you are." His gaze holds mine, waiting for my response, his words laced with anticipation. I feel a thrill run through me at the suggestion, the memory of my last encounter with Robert and Riley flashing through my mind. But now, it’s up to me whether to continue the fun tonight. [[Agree to continue with Robert and Riley|Robert Home Visit 2]] [[Tell him maybe another time|Bar]]

The memory of the last time the three of us spent together lingers in my mind, filling me with excitement. With a smile, I nod at Robert. "Yeah, that was fun. I’m in." His face lights up in response, clearly pleased with my decision. After I agree, Robert finishes up his shift at the bar. As the last customer leaves, he locks the door behind them, turning back to me with a grin. "Let’s get out of here," he says, leading the way to his car. The drive to Robert’s place feels comfortable, a familiar anticipation building in the air. Once we arrive, we settle into the cozy living room, where Robert grabs a bottle of wine from the kitchen. "A little something to keep the night interesting," he says with a wink as he pours the wine into two glasses. We both take a sip, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, the warmth of the wine spreading through my body. After a moment, I glance around and ask, "So, where’s Riley?" The question hangs in the air, curiosity mixing with the anticipation of what’s to come. "She’s still working, I think," Robert replies, taking another sip. "But she promised she wouldn’t be too late. Said she didn’t want to miss out, especially after how much fun we had last time." His voice carries a hint of excitement, and I can tell he’s looking forward to the night as much as I am. The conversation continues, the wine loosening the tension, making the moment feel light and easy as we both wait for Riley’s return. <img src="img\locations\outside\bar/robert_home.jpg"/> The warmth of the wine starts to take effect, making me feel light and a little fuzzy. I laugh softly, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. Robert, noticing the change in my demeanor, gives me a playful grin. Without hesitation, he reaches over and gently lifts my legs, placing them across his lap. "You’ve had a bit to drink, huh?" he teases, his hands already moving to remove my shoes. With slow, deliberate motions, he slips them off, leaving my bare feet exposed to the cool air of the room. "You’ve got such beautiful feet," Robert says, his voice soft but confident as his hands begin to work on my soles, massaging the tension away with expert fingers. "So delicate… but strong at the same time. They’re perfect, just like you." His touch is gentle yet firm, the sensation of his hands on my feet sending waves of relaxation through my entire body. I can’t help but smile at the attention, feeling a pleasant warmth spread from my toes to my cheeks. "Thanks," I say softly, enjoying the way his fingers knead and press into the tender spots on my feet. "Honestly, I could do this all night," he murmurs, his eyes flickering up to meet mine as he continues to massage, his touch growing more intimate with each passing moment. "You deserve to be pampered." The combination of the alcohol, Robert’s words, and his skillful hands leaves me feeling relaxed, my body sinking further into the cushions as he takes his time lavishing attention on my feet. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Robert’s hands move skillfully over my feet, the sensation is almost hypnotic. I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself relax fully into the moment. But soon, I feel his grip shift slightly, becoming more firm as he lifts both of my feet, bringing them closer to his face. "You really have no idea how irresistible these are," he murmurs with a low chuckle, his warm breath brushing against my skin as he leans in. I open my eyes just in time to see him press a soft kiss to the arch of my foot, his lips lingering there for a moment before he moves higher, kissing his way up toward my toes. My breath hitches slightly as Robert’s kisses grow more deliberate, each one sending a spark of warmth through my body. His lips trail along my skin, and then I feel his tongue—a slow, warm lick along the side of my foot. He takes his time, savoring every inch as his mouth works over my sensitive skin. "Robert..." I whisper, my voice breathy as the sensation overwhelms me. He just smiles, clearly enjoying my reaction, his eyes dark with desire. "I could kiss and worship these all night," he says in a low, husky tone, his tongue now sliding between my toes, licking with gentle precision. I can’t help but squirm slightly at the intensity of his attention, a soft moan escaping my lips as his mouth continues its slow exploration. With every kiss, every lick, I feel the heat between us both growing. Robert’s hands tighten their grip on my legs, holding me steady as he continues, completely absorbed in the pleasure he’s giving me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Just as Robert’s lips brush against my toes once more, a sudden ringing fills the room, cutting through the quiet intimacy. Robert groans softly, clearly annoyed by the interruption. He glances at his phone on the coffee table and sighs, reluctantly pulling away from my feet to answer the call. "I’ll be right back," he says with a wink, giving my foot one last gentle squeeze before standing up and taking the call. I settle back into the soft cushions of the couch, picking up my glass of wine and sipping it leisurely as I relax. The conversation on the phone is brief. After a minute, Robert returns, a small smile on his face as he sits down beside me again. "That was Riley," he says, his voice low. "She’ll be home soon." He gives me a knowing look, the excitement clear in his eyes. "Good timing," I reply with a playful smile, feeling the anticipation grow. But before the night could continue, Robert stands up again, glancing around the room. "I should probably clean up a bit before she gets here," he says with a chuckle, motioning to the few scattered items in the living room. "Don’t go anywhere, I’ll just be a minute." He gives me a quick smile before disappearing into the adjoining room, leaving me to enjoy the wine and the quiet atmosphere. A little while later, the sound of the doorbell rings out. I hear the door open and muffled voices—Riley had arrived. Moments later, both Robert and Riley walk into the living room, joining me on the couch. Riley lets out a soft sigh as she sits beside me, looking a little tired from her day at work. "Ugh, work was a drag today," she says with a tired smile, leaning back into the cushions. "But let’s not waste time on silly movies like last time, okay?" Her eyes gleam with mischief as she glances between me and Robert. Grinning, I agree with a nod. "No movies then." The mood shifts quickly as everyone gets ready for the night ahead. I begin to undress, feeling the excitement rise. Clothes are discarded in a rush of anticipation, and soon both Riley and I are completely naked, our bodies ready for the evening’s events. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> [[Continue the evening with Robert and Riley|Robert RIley Evening]] <<set $arousal = 50>>

Feeling the excitement of the moment, I playfully settle myself on Robert’s lap, my legs draped over his thighs. As I adjust myself, I can feel the heat and firmness of his arousal pressing against me, adding to the anticipation of what’s to come. Riley, ever attentive, moves closer with a teasing smile. She gently brushes her lips against my skin before lowering her face towards Robert. With a soft, deliberate touch, she begins to pleasure him with her mouth, her actions coated with a playful enthusiasm. The sight of Riley’s attentiveness and the sounds of her soft moans add to the charged atmosphere. As Riley continues, she looks up with a smirk, her lips glistening. "A little extra help never hurts," she says, her voice hushed but full of mischief. She then takes a moment to add a bit of moisture to enhance the experience, ensuring everything is ready for the night ahead. With a final playful glance at me, Riley helps guide Robert into position. She moves carefully, making sure everything is just right, allowing me to feel every sensation as he enters me. While Riley maintains her playful attention, she also focuses on my feet, which are still resting on Robert’s thighs. She begins to gently kiss and lick my toes, her touch light and teasing. The combination of her soft caresses and the rhythm of my movements on Robert creates an intense and pleasurable experience. "This is perfect," I murmur, lost in the sensation of the moment, feeling the connection between all three of us deepen. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Settling back comfortably on the couch, Riley begins to explore her own pleasure, her movements graceful and deliberate. As she gazes over at me, her playful expression reveals her intentions. With a mischievous grin, Riley starts to trace her foot lightly over my chest, her touch soft but deliberate. The gentle pressure causes my small breasts to move with the rhythm of my movements on Robert, adding to the shared excitement of the moment. "I love how sensitive you are," Riley says softly, her voice filled with teasing warmth. "Your little breasts bouncing like that is so enticing." She continues to enjoy the playful interaction with my chest before raising her foot and bringing it closer to my face. I respond eagerly, leaning in to gently suck on her toes. "Mmm, you’re really getting into it," Riley remarks with a satisfied smile. The sensation of her foot against my lips, combined with the rhythmic motion of my body on Robert, creates a mesmerizing and intimate experience. "Your feet feel so soft," I murmur, my voice filled with appreciation. "I love the way your toes taste." The playful exchange adds to the intensity of the shared moment, making the experience even more pleasurable for both of us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the night progresses, Robert gently shifts his position, carefully lifting me off of him. He moves with purpose, settling behind Riley. With a smooth, deliberate motion, he enters her, beginning a slow, rhythmic thrusting. As the sounds of their intimacy fill the room, I find myself at the edge of the couch, close to their feet. Eager to contribute to the moment, I lean in and begin to lovingly attend to Riley’s feet. I softly kiss and lick her toes, savoring the texture of her skin. My movements are deliberate and focused, making sure to give her feet the attention they deserve. "That feels so good," Riley murmurs, her voice slightly muffled by the pleasure she’s experiencing. She arches her back slightly, adding to the rhythm of Robert’s movements. "I love how you’re taking care of my feet." I respond with a soft smile, continuing to work diligently. "I want to make sure you feel amazing," I reply, my voice filled with genuine affection as I press my lips against her feet, trying to be as attentive as possible. The shared experience creates a deep sense of connection, each of us contributing to the pleasure of the others, enhancing the overall intimacy of the evening. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I gently remove Riley’s foot from my mouth, I take a moment to watch the scene unfolding before me. Robert’s movements are steady and rhythmic as he pleasures Riley, each thrust creating a soft moan from her lips. Feeling the heat of the moment, I decide to join in the experience. I position myself carefully and sit down on Robert's leg, my body aligning with his as I begin to move forward and backward. The sensation of his thigh against me adds an extra layer of pleasure to the experience. "That’s it, just like that," Riley breathes out, her voice filled with satisfaction as she feels Robert's rhythm. She glances over at me with a smile, clearly enjoying the added dynamics of the evening. "This feels incredible," I murmur, my voice a mix of excitement and pleasure as I continue to move on Robert's leg. The combination of sensations from both Robert and Riley enhances the intimacy and connection among the three of us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Deciding to take a brief pause, Riley settles down next to me on the couch. We both glance over at Robert, who is still engrossed in the moment. With a playful smile, Riley reaches out, and I follow her lead. Together, we start to explore Robert’s arousal with our feet, our movements synchronized and deliberate. "Let’s give him a little extra attention," Riley suggests with a teasing wink, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She then leans in and licks her hand, using the moisture to lubricate Robert’s member, preparing him for what’s next. With a confident grin, Riley shifts into a position on all fours, her body angled perfectly. She takes Robert’s cock into her mouth, starting to pleasure him with slow, deliberate motions. I continue to help with my feet, gently caressing and stimulating him as Riley works her magic. "This feels amazing," I murmur, my voice filled with excitement as I feel the intensity of the moment. Riley’s actions complement mine perfectly, creating a synchronized and intimate experience for all three of us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the night progresses, Riley shifts her position on the couch, lying back and spreading her legs wide. She looks over at me with a playful smile. "Why don’t you come over here and take care of me?" she suggests, her voice warm with anticipation. I respond with a nod, moving to position myself on all fours in front of Riley. I start to tenderly explore her with my tongue, savoring the taste and warmth of her. Riley’s breaths grow deeper as she relaxes into the pleasure I’m providing, her hands gently resting on her thighs. Meanwhile, Robert, ever attentive to the moment, moves behind me. With a careful and deliberate touch, he enters me, beginning a slow, rhythmic motion. "You both look incredible," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. The combined sensations of Riley’s pleasure and Robert’s movements heighten the intimacy of the experience. "That feels amazing," Riley gasps, her voice filled with appreciation as she enjoys the attention I’m giving her. "You’re doing a great job." Her encouragement adds to the overall connection and pleasure of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the moment unfolds, Robert carefully withdraws from me and shifts his focus. He positions himself between Riley's legs, entering her with a deliberate, rhythmic motion. Riley gasps softly as she feels him, her body reacting to the renewed pleasure. Seeing this, I decide to enhance the moment further. I take a seat beside Riley's face, positioning myself so that I can begin to gently lick and explore one of her outstretched legs. The sensation of my tongue against her skin, combined with the intimacy of the scene, adds to the overall pleasure. Riley, ever attentive and eager, notices my actions and turns her attention to my foot that's close to her face. She starts to lovingly lick and kiss my toes, her movements tender and affectionate. "This feels so good," she murmurs, her voice filled with gratitude and pleasure as she continues to give my foot the same care I’m giving her feet. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it," I reply with a soft smile, my voice filled with warmth as I continue to pleasure her feet. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling a bit tired, Riley gently withdraws from Robert, her movements slow and deliberate. She shifts her attention to his member, using her feet to stroke and tease him. Her touch is playful yet focused, adding to the already charged atmosphere. Noticing Robert’s arousal and the opportunity, I quickly move closer. I position myself to take him into my mouth, my lips and tongue working attentively. "I’ve got you," I murmur softly as I begin to pleasure him, making sure to give him my full attention. Riley, seeing my eagerness, continues to use her feet with a teasing rhythm. "You both look amazing together," she comments, her voice filled with appreciation. She maintains her playful touch, enhancing the overall pleasure of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Robert reaches a point of heightened pleasure, he looks over at me and Riley, both of us sitting beside him on the couch. With a soft, sweaty sheen on his skin, he asks us both to sit comfortably and extend our legs over the edge of the couch. Riley and I comply, positioning our legs as he requested. As we settle into place, Robert’s eyes focus on our feet, and he begins to reach his climax. With a deep groan, he releases his pleasure, and I feel the warmth of his release on my feet, the sensation marking a powerful end to the intense evening. "That was incredible," Riley says with a satisfied smile, her voice filled with appreciation as she looks at the aftermath. "Thank you, Robert," I add, my tone a mix of gratitude and contentment as we both share in the final moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the evening winds down, Robert smiles appreciatively, expressing his satisfaction with the night. "This has been an incredible evening," he says, his voice filled with contentment. "I’m really glad we all connected so well." With that, he heads off to the shower, leaving Riley and me to handle the aftermath. Riley, glancing around at the scene, chuckles softly. "Well, someone has to clean up this mess," she says with a playful tone. She then takes my foot, which is still covered with Robert’s release, and begins to lick it clean. Her actions are both teasing and practical, her tongue moving with care to remove the remnants. As Riley attends to my foot, she extends her own, sweaty foot towards my face. "Can you help with this one too?" she asks with a grin. I take her foot gently in my hands and start to clean it, my tongue working to remove the last traces of Robert’s release. "Sure thing," I reply, my voice warm and accommodating as I continue to clean Riley’s foot. The mutual care and attention add a final touch of intimacy to the evening, reinforcing the bond between us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As Riley finishes licking my foot clean, she takes a seat on the couch beside me and starts to gently stroke my thigh. I continue to lie back, diligently attending to Riley’s foot, savoring the shared intimacy. After a moment, Riley breaks the silence with a serious tone. "About that situation with Margaret," she begins, her voice tinged with regret. "I’m not sure how much you know, but I feel like I messed up. I want to make things right, so I’m going to return the money you gave me for the order." I pause my attentions, shaking my head. "You don’t have to do that," I reply gently, my voice filled with sincerity. "It’s really not necessary." Riley, however, insists with a firm but kind demeanor. "No, I insist. It’s important to me that I make this right." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\bar\robert_riley\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once I finish my attentive service, we both get up and head to the shower, taking the time to wash thoroughly and refresh ourselves. Afterward, as I prepare to leave, Robert comes over to bid me farewell. We exchange warm goodbyes, and as I’m about to exit, Riley approaches me with a friendly smile. She hands me an envelope, saying "Here, I’ve got something for you. It’s exactly $1000, as promised." She gives me a heartfelt hug and adds, "I hope you have a safe trip home. Watch out for yourself, and make sure nothing happens to your lovely ass on the way." With the envelope in hand and Riley’s warm embrace, I leave with a sense of closure and appreciation, looking forward to my journey home. [[Exit and head home|Outside]] <<set $robertrileySex = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $money += 1000>><<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $robert_relationship += 10>><<set $riley_relationship = 20>>

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<img src="img/locations/home/pizzatable.jpg"/> Deciding that paying for the pizza wasn’t necessary when a free option was available, I invite the delivery man into the living room. Before getting to the most exciting part, he places the pizza box on the table. Then he follows me, a smirk on his face as he senses what’s about to happen. I position myself comfortably on the couch and begin to take care of him with my mouth. As I work, his satisfaction becomes evident. "See? I told you you'd enjoy this more than paying," he says with a grin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he finishes in my mouth, he looks at me with a curious expression. "So, how did you like the taste?" he asks, his tone both playful and confident. He quickly gets dressed and gathers his things, preparing to leave. With a smirk on my face, I take a piece of pizza and bite into it, the taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth. I savor the combination of flavors, enjoying the unusual but satisfying mix. <img src="img/locations/home/pizzaeat.jpg"/> [[Go back home|home]] <<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $pizzaLover = true>>

<<if $jackShoelaces>> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/jack_assistabt.jpg"/> I've settled into my role as Jack's assistant, managing paperwork, handling phone calls, and running to the café for fresh coffee whenever Jack requests it. The office is bustling, but I've quickly adapted to the pace, ensuring everything runs smoothly for Jack. My tasks vary from sorting through stacks of documents and scheduling meetings to keeping Jack's coffee cup filled just the way he likes it. <<set $money += 50>><<if $jack_relationship < 20>><<set $jack_relationship += 5>><<set $jack_relationship to Math.min($jack_relationship, 20)>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Return to the café|Local Café]] <<if $jack_relationship >= 20 and !$jackShoeride>> As I'm about to leave, Jack suddenly stops me. "Hold on," he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "We need to talk about something. Come with me." He gestures toward his office door, indicating that I should follow him. [[Follow Jack to discuss|Jack Ride]] <</if>><</if>><<if !$jackShoelaces>> <img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/jack_assistabt.jpg"/> I've settled into my role as Jack's assistant, spending my days organizing paperwork, managing phone calls, and fetching fresh coffee from the café whenever Jack makes a request. The office environment is bustling, but I've quickly adapted to the pace, making sure everything runs smoothly for Jack. My tasks range from sorting through stacks of documents to scheduling meetings, all while keeping Jack's coffee cup filled to his liking. As the clock nears the end of my workday, I start gathering my things, preparing to head home. Just as I'm about to leave, Jack’s voice cuts through the ambient noise of the office. "Come here for a moment," he commands, his tone brooking no argument. I look up to see Jack standing in the middle of the office, his presence commanding attention. With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, I walk over to him. "Did you need something, sir?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves. Jack’s expression is serious as he looks down at me. "Kneel down, babe," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, I slowly lower myself to my knees on the office floor, awaiting further instructions. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/cafe/assistant/workday/1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I kneel on the office floor for what feels like an eternity, my mind racing as I wait for Jack’s next command. The silence is heavy, and I can't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation, unsure if I should move or speak. Jack's gaze remains fixed on me, his presence dominating the room. Finally, Jack’s lips curl into a sly smile. He leans back slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. "Re-tie the laces on my shoes," he says with a casual, almost dismissive tone. His command is straightforward, but his demeanor is deliberately provocative. A wave of relief washes over me at the simplicity of the task. I carefully move to Jack’s feet, where his polished shoes rest on the floor. As I begin to re-tie his laces, I notice the slight pressure of his eyes on me, adding a layer of intensity to the seemingly mundane task. My hands are steady as I complete the job, focusing on the task and trying to avoid any further discomfort. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/cafe/assistant/workday/2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After I finish re-tying Jack’s shoelaces, I gather my things, preparing to leave for the day. Jack stands by his desk, watching me with a satisfied look. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out an envelope, sliding it across the desk towards me. "Here’s your pay for today," he says, handing me the envelope. The gesture is formal, but his tone still carries a hint of his earlier amusement. I take the envelope, feeling its weight in my hand as I tuck it into my bag. With a polite nod, I turn to leave his office. As I make my way to the door, Jack's voice rings out one last time, dripping with sarcasm. "Have a good day, Snow White," he says, his tone mocking and playful. Trying to brush off the sting of his remark, I exit the office, ready to head home for the evening. <<set $money += 50>><<set $jackShoelaces = true>><<set $jack_relationship += 5>><<set $jack_relationship to Math.min($jack_relationship, 20)>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<if $jack_relationship >= 20>> As I start to leave, Jack suddenly stops me. "Hold on," he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "We need to talk about something. Come with me." He gestures toward his office door, indicating that I should follow him. [[Follow Jack to discuss|Jack Ride]] <</if>> [[Go away|Local Café]] <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/jack_car.jpg" alt="Jack's Car"/> Jack closed his office door with a decisive click and headed towards the street, clearly intent on leaving. I followed closely behind, trying to keep up with his brisk pace. He stopped beside his sleek black car and opened the passenger door for me. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I slid into the seat, and Jack got in the driver’s side. As the car pulled away, I gathered the courage to ask, "What's going on? Where are we headed?" Jack’s gaze remained focused on the road ahead as he replied, "I have a meeting to attend, and as my loyal assistant, you’ll be keeping me company. Any more questions, Snow White?" I shook my head, signaling that I had no further questions. The car ride continued in silence, with Jack's occasional glances towards me hinting at his satisfaction with the arrangement. Eventually, the vehicle stopped in front of a set of upscale apartments. Jack parked and led me inside. I entered first, with Jack locking the door behind us as we stepped into the lavish apartment. The interior was elegantly furnished, with rich fabrics and modern décor. Jack confidently walked into the living room and settled onto a luxurious black sofa, its leather gleaming under the ambient lighting. I hesitated momentarily before sitting down, removing my shoes as I approached him. The soft click of my heels against the marble floor was the only sound in the room as I stood before him, awaiting further instructions. Jack’s eyes followed my every move with a mix of approval and expectation. I felt a wave of nervous anticipation as I waited to see what would come next in this unexpected turn of events. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The silence in the apartment was thick and awkward. Determined to break it, I ventured a question, "Aren't you going to take off your shoes? The carpets in these apartments look quite expensive." Jack’s expression darkened at my comment. He fixed me with a stern look and said gruffly, "Shut up. My shoes cost more than your white ass. Speaking of which, get that skirt off." [[Obey and start removing your skirt.|JackObey]] [[Show defiance and refuse.|Jack Refuse]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/weekend.jpg"/> I arrive at the store as planned, the weekend sun casting a warm glow on the quiet streets. It’s peaceful out, the kind of day where time seems to slow down. I walk in and start browsing the shelves, not really focused on anything in particular, just letting my eyes wander over the rows of products. My mind is elsewhere, replaying moments from the past week. Suddenly, a familiar voice pulls me back to reality. Jill. "Hey, <<print $name>>. Ready to break a sweat?" she asks, a playful smirk on her face. "Yeah, that’s why I’m here," I reply, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jill nods approvingly before motioning toward the door. "Good. Let’s head out." We step outside, and as we start walking, I ask, "So, what’s the plan?" "There’s a pretty decent hill just outside the city," she explains. "The view from the top is worth it, but getting there’s no joke. It’ll definitely make you work for it." "Sounds good to me. I’m up for the challenge," I say confidently, even though the thought of an intense workout makes me a bit anxious. As we walk, the conversation flows naturally, and we start to learn a little more about each other. Jill talks about her love for the outdoors, and I share some details about my recent move. The chatter helps pass the time, and soon we find ourselves on the outskirts of the city. We pass a construction site, where a group of workers glance our way, eyes following our every step. One of them leans over the railing, grinning as he shouts, "Hey, look at these two! Where you off to, ladies? Workin' those legs for us?" His tone is dripping with mockery. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/construction.jpg"/> Another worker chimes in, louder and even more vulgar. "Bet you’d look better bending over than climbing a hill, sweetheart!" He lets out a crude laugh, slapping his buddy on the back. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks, my hands tightening into fists, but Jill doesn't break her stride. She rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Idiots." Without acknowledging their taunts, we keep walking, refusing to give them the reaction they want. As we reach the base of the hill, Jill glances up at the steep path. "Ready to climb?" she asks with a grin, shaking off the unpleasant encounter. I nod, my resolve firm. "Let’s do this." Together, we begin our ascent, the city slowly shrinking behind us as we make our way up the hill. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_weekend\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The climb up the hill is steeper than I expected, and my legs are starting to burn with every step. Jill is walking just ahead of me, her pace steady, but I can’t help but notice something else as we ascend—the way her tiny black shorts cling to her hips, barely covering her. Every time she steps, her shorts ride up higher, revealing more of her pale skin. Her toned legs flex with each movement, and her white, almost bouncing behind seems like it’s on the verge of slipping out entirely. I try to focus on the path ahead, but my eyes keep wandering back to Jill. Why did she choose something so revealing? I wonder, struggling to shake the distraction. In the store, with her baggy uniform, she seemed so reserved. Now, with every sway of her hips, she’s commanding all of my attention. Jill glances back at me, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Still with me?" she asks teasingly. "Yeah, I’m good," I respond quickly, though my voice sounds a little too breathless. This is ridiculous. I need to focus. Determined not to let myself get distracted any further, I pick up my pace, moving ahead of her. As I step past her, I can feel Jill’s curious gaze on my back, but I don’t turn around. Instead, I push forward, grateful to finally escape the view that was making this climb a lot harder than it needed to be. Okay, much better, I think, feeling the strain in my legs but relieved that I’m no longer trailing behind Jill and her shorts that seem to defy gravity. I focus on the trail ahead, my breathing evening out as I gain some distance. "Taking the lead, huh?" Jill calls from behind, amusement in her voice. "Just trying to keep up the pace," I reply, not looking back. As I continue up the hill, I finally feel like I can focus on the climb—without the distraction of Jill’s swaying figure right in front of me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_weekend\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After what felt like an eternity of climbing, we finally reached the top of the hill. I exhaled a long, relieved breath as we stopped near an old, rusted water tower. Its peeling yellow paint clung to the metal in patches, giving it a weathered, abandoned look. I leaned against the tower, letting the cool surface press into my back as I tried to catch my breath. "Finally..." I muttered, wiping the sweat from my forehead. My legs felt like jelly, but the effort was worth it. The view from up here was stunning—stretching over the city below, bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. Jill walked up beside me, her face flushed but showing no signs of exhaustion. She placed her hands on her hips, looking out at the skyline. "I gotta admit, I didn’t think you’d actually show up." Her tone was light, but there was genuine surprise in her voice. I turned to face her, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" Jill shrugged, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Yeah. I figured you’d be all talk and no follow-through. Then, when we started climbing, I was almost sure you’d give up halfway." She glanced at me with a teasing grin. "Well, I’m a little tougher than I look," I replied with a grin of my own, still catching my breath but feeling a sense of pride at having kept up with her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_weekend\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill laughed softly. "Guess I underestimated you." She stretched her arms over her head, the muscles in her arms flexing slightly. "Most people aren’t up for something like this, especially on a first hangout." "I like a challenge," I replied, still leaning against the tower, letting the cool metal soothe my tired body. For a few more moments, we stood there in comfortable silence, just taking in the view and cooling off. The city sprawled out below us, and even though I was exhausted, it felt good to be up here. The air was fresher, and the sense of accomplishment gave me a small rush. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/cityview.jpg"/> "So, should we head back?" I asked after a bit, glancing at Jill. "Yeah, probably a good idea. It’ll be dark soon," she replied, taking one last look at the city below. "But it’s a pretty nice view, huh?" "Yeah, it is," I agreed, turning to take it in one last time before we began the descent. We started our way back down, this time at a more relaxed pace, chatting about random things—our favorite spots in the city, Jill’s love for the outdoors, and the odd quirks of working at the convenience store. By the time we got back into the city, evening had settled in, and the streetlights had begun to flicker on. The glow of the lights made the streets look softer, quieter. "Thanks for today," I said as we approached the store, feeling tired but satisfied. "No problem. We should do this again sometime," Jill replied with a smile before heading inside. I watched her disappear through the store doors before heading home myself, the memory of the day still fresh in my mind. [[Go home|Outside]] <<set $currentTime = 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $jill_relationship += 7>><<set $weekendJill = true>><<set $JillWeekendLastContact = $dayNumber>>

We set off for the hill with Jill once more, and this time, the hike felt much easier. The weather was pleasant, and the conversation flowed effortlessly as we made our way up. We laughed and shared stories, our pace relaxed and our spirits high. By the time we reached the top, we were both slightly out of breath but exhilarated by the fresh air and the stunning view. As we started the descent, the walk felt like a breeze compared to our first climb. We continued chatting, our conversation ranging from our favorite places in the city to Jill's upcoming plans. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over everything. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/evening.jpg"/> When we reached the point where our paths would soon diverge, I glanced at Jill, considering whether to extend the evening. The idea of spending a bit more time together seemed appealing. We had been having such a great time, and I didn’t want the evening to end just yet. [[Suggest continuing the evening|Jill Night]] [[Say goodbye|Outside]] <<set $currentTime = 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $jill_relationship += 5>>

Having decided to extend the evening, I turned to Jill and asked, "Are you sure you’re not too tired? I thought it’d be nice to continue hanging out a bit longer." Jill let out a small sigh, her shoulders slightly slumped. "Honestly, I’m pretty wiped out. I could really use a shower right now," she admitted, her expression a mix of exhaustion and relief. I felt a twinge of disappointment but tried to mask it with a smile. "I understand. I was just thinking it’d be fun to keep the evening going. Maybe another time?" Jill raised an eyebrow and gave me a teasing smile. "Oh? You were hoping for more time with me, huh? Sounds like you’re really making a move." Her tone was light, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye. I shook my head, laughing nervously. "No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. I didn’t want to cut it short." Jill chuckled, a sarcastic edge to her voice. "Sure, I believe you," she said, giving me a playful wink. "But if you’re up for it, how about this? Why don’t we grab a couple of beers from the store and head over to my place? A shower would definitely be nice, and we can hang out more if you’re still up for it." I brightened at the suggestion. "That sounds great! I’d love to." With that, we headed to the nearby home goods store. We picked up a couple of bottles of beer, and Jill led the way to her place. The walk was easy and filled with casual conversation, the day’s earlier exhaustion fading into a relaxed anticipation for more time together. When we finally arrived at Jill’s apartment, the promise of a cozy, extended evening felt like a perfect end to our day. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/beer.jpg"/> When we arrived at Jill’s place, she headed straight for the bathroom. "I’ll be quick, just need a shower," she said with a reassuring smile. I nodded and made myself comfortable on her couch, sinking into the soft cushions as I took in the cozy surroundings of her living room. Before long, Jill emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed. "Hey, if you want, you can use the shower too. I’m sure you could use a quick rinse after our hike." Despite feeling a bit awkward about showering at someone’s place who I barely knew, the sweat and discomfort made me agree. "Sure, thanks," I replied, heading to the bathroom. After I finished and emerged from the shower, Jill gestured for me to join her in the living room. We settled on the couch with our beers, and the background noise of a movie playing on the TV provided a relaxed atmosphere. We chatted about our day, sharing stories and laughs, the conversation flowing easily. As the evening wore on, the combination of the hike, the beer, and the warm, cozy setting began to take its toll. I started to feel the fatigue set in. Just then, an erotic scene came on the TV, and I let out a nervous chuckle, feeling a bit awkward but also amused. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/beerhome.jpg"/> When we finished our beers, Jill sighed heavily. "I’m really beat. I think I’m going to hit the hay," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality. "You’re welcome to stay if you want, but I’ll be heading to bed now." Taking this as a subtle hint that it might be time for me to leave, I decided to go into her bedroom to say goodbye. As I entered, Jill looked at me with a playful smirk. "You know, I think that last beer was probably a mistake," she said, her tone light but suggestive. "But before you go, how about a quick hug goodbye?" I climbed onto the bed next to her, preparing for a simple farewell hug. But Jill’s expression changed to a mischievous grin. She placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a sudden, tender kiss. The kiss was warm and surprising, adding a new layer to the evening’s end. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the kiss lingered, it gradually deepened. Jill’s lips pressed against mine with a new intensity, and I felt her hand slide from my shoulder to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss, once soft and tender, quickly grew more passionate. Our mouths parted briefly, and Jill's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze filled with a mixture of mischief and desire. "I didn’t expect the evening to end like this," she murmured, her breath warm against my skin. I smiled, feeling a flush of excitement and nervousness. "Neither did I," I admitted softly, leaning in once more. Our lips met again, and this time the kiss was more fervent. Jill’s tongue traced along my lower lip before gently pushing into my mouth. I responded eagerly, our tongues intertwining and exploring with increasing urgency. The kiss became a dance of soft moans and breathless exchanges, both of us lost in the moment. Jill’s hands roamed, one sliding up to tangle in my hair, the other resting on my waist. I felt a shiver run through me as our bodies pressed closer together, the warmth of our shared embrace intensifying. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling the growing excitement between us, I allowed my hands to explore freely. I gently placed my hand on Jill’s thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Slowly, I let my fingers trail up her leg, guided by a mix of curiosity and desire. With a deliberate movement, I lifted her leg and positioned it over mine, pulling her closer. The contact was electrifying, and I could feel the subtle tremors of her breath against my lips. I began to caress her thigh, my hand moving with a tender yet assertive touch. I could sense her body responding to my touch, her breathing becoming slightly ragged. I explored the smooth expanse of her white skin, savoring the feel of her soft, yielding flesh. My hand slid up to her backside, gently kneading the curves of her buttocks. The sensation of her firm, yet soft form beneath my fingers was intoxicating. Jill let out a soft, contented sigh, her body relaxing further into the embrace. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling a surge of confidence, I moved decisively, positioning myself in front of Jill. I reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off over her head in one smooth motion, and quickly followed by unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Her bare chest was now exposed, and I couldn’t help but admire her softness. I leaned in eagerly, my lips finding her breasts. I kissed and licked her sensitive skin, savoring the taste and warmth of her. My mouth moved over her nipples, teasing them gently before taking them between my lips and sucking softly. Jill's body responded immediately, her breaths becoming quick and shallow. As I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, my knee was positioned directly against her crotch. I could feel the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her shorts. Jill began to grind herself against my knee, her movements becoming more urgent and frantic. Her breath came in soft, ragged gasps, and she moaned with each thrust. "Oh, fuck," Jill gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Your knee feels so good against me. I’m so close..." I kept my mouth on her chest, my hands roaming over her body, feeling her respond to my touch. "You like that, don’t you?" I murmured between kisses, my voice low and sultry. "I want to make you come so hard." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling a surge of daring, I decided to take things further. I reached for the button on Jill's shorts, deftly undoing it with a practiced flick of my fingers. As the button came undone, I slowly began to pull the shorts down, letting them slide down her hips and expose more of her skin. Jill watched me with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. She didn’t resist at all. In fact, she seemed eager as she lifted her hips slightly, helping me ease the shorts off her legs. Once they were discarded onto the floor, Jill swiftly took over, her fingers working quickly to pull her panties down and off as well. Her bare lower body was now fully exposed, and she didn’t hesitate to flaunt it. She arched her back slightly, giving me an inviting look, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I’ve been waiting for this," she breathed out, her voice husky with anticipation. "Do you like what you see?" She let out a playful, sultry laugh, clearly enjoying the moment. I couldn’t help but admire her. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and the sight of her naked lower half stirred a deep desire within me. "You look incredible," I replied, my voice tinged with admiration and lust. "I can’t wait to touch you everywhere." Jill’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly in a suggestive gesture. "Then don’t keep me waiting," she teased, her tone laced with need. "Come closer and show me just how much you want me." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I gently turned Jill onto her side, carefully positioning her so that I could fully appreciate her exposed form. With a deliberate, tender touch, I spread her cheeks apart, revealing her intimate areas. The sight of her vulnerability and the warmth of her skin was both exhilarating and enticing. I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against her as I began to explore her with soft, eager kisses. I placed my lips gently on her most sensitive areas, my kisses growing more focused and attentive. Jill shivered slightly at the touch, her body reacting to my closeness. "Oh, that feels incredible," she moaned softly, her voice tinged with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. "You're driving me wild." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After bringing Jill to a satisfying climax, I lay back, feeling a mix of relief and contentment. Jill looked at me with a smile, her eyes glinting with appreciation. "You've been amazing," she said softly, her voice warm and sincere. "I’d like to show you just how grateful I am." She gently began to undress me, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch filled with care. Once I was bare, Jill positioned herself between my legs, her touch both tender and purposeful. She began to explore, her lips and tongue working skillfully. The sensations were both intense and exhilarating, quickly leading me to a powerful climax. "You feel incredible," I gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure. "Thank you for everything." Jill looked up at me with a satisfied smile, her eyes full of affection and desire. "It’s my pleasure," she whispered. "I’m so glad we could share this together." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_night\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I glanced at the clock on Jill’s bedside table, I realized it was getting late. With a hint of reluctance, I turned to Jill and said, "I’m sorry, but I just noticed how late it’s gotten. I should probably head home now." Jill let out a small, slightly disappointed sigh but managed a warm smile. "Oh, I understand. It’s been a wonderful evening, though. I’m glad we spent this time together." I returned her smile, appreciating her understanding. "It really has been great. I wish we didn’t have to end it here." I leaned in for a final, passionate kiss, our lips meeting in a lingering embrace that conveyed all the affection and appreciation we felt for each other. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After refreshing myself and getting dressed, I came back to Jill, who was waiting with a tender expression. As I gathered my things, Jill suddenly reached out and gently touched my arm. "Wait, before you go... I’d like to give you my number. That way, we can stay in touch and maybe plan something again soon." Surprised but pleased, I smiled and took my phone out. "I’d love that," I replied, entering her number as she recited it. With a soft nod, Jill smiled warmly. "Take care on your way home. I hope we can do this again soon." "Definitely," I said, giving her one last, affectionate smile before heading out the door. As I walked home, I felt a mix of satisfaction and excitement, already anticipating our next meeting. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $jill_relationship += 10>><<set $lickJill = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/chitchat.jpg"/> I chatted with Jill for a bit, enjoying her warm smile and the friendly atmosphere of the store. We exchanged a few light-hearted jokes about the quirky items on the shelves, and I felt a sense of comfort in her company. After a while, I thanked her for the chat and waved goodbye, feeling lighter. With a small smile lingering on my face, I went on with my day, ready to see what other surprises awaited me. [[Leave the store|Outside]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym.jpg"/> I decide to sign up for a membership at FitLife Gym. I hand over $90 to Tyra, who processes my payment with a smile. Tyra looks pleased as she updates my membership status. "Welcome to FitLife Gym! Your membership is now active for 30 days,” she says, handing me a membership card. "Enjoy your workouts!" The gym is well-equipped and inviting, with the latest fitness machines and a variety of workout spaces. I can already imagine myself working out here regularly. <ul style="display: flex; justify-content: space-around; padding: 0; list-style: none;"> <li style="margin-right: 10px;">[[Proceed with your workout|Gym Workout]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 90>> <<set $membership_active = true>> <<set $membership_start_date = $dayNumber>> <<set $days_left = 30>>

<img src="img/characters/tyra/welcome.jpg"/> I approach the reception desk where Tyra is still working. She looks up from her computer and smiles warmly. <<set $days_left = 30 - ($dayNumber - $membership_start_date)>> <<if $days_left > 0>>"Hi again! I see you're back for another workout. You have <<print $days_left>> days left on your membership. How can I assist you today?" <<else>> "It looks like your membership has expired. If you want to continue working out here, you’ll need to renew it. How can I assist you today?"<</if>> <<if $days_left > 0>><ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Continue with your workout|Gym Workout]]</li> <<if !$tyraFriendly>> <li>[[Try to get to know Tyra better|Tyra Friend]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <ul class="columns-container"> <li>[[Renew your membership|Talk Tyra]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>> <style> .columns-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .columns-container li { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; list-style: none; } </style>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gymbikesfun.jpg"/> While exploring the gym, I came across a small notice about the arrival of new exercise bikes. Intrigued by the idea of trying them out, I decided to head over to the bike section. As I entered the room dedicated to the new bikes, I saw a girl already using one of them. She was focused on her workout but seemed a bit weary. I approached her with a friendly greeting. "Hi there! These new bikes look great. Mind if I join you?" "Mmm, yeah, sure," she responded lazily, barely looking up from her workout. Deciding not to let her lack of enthusiasm dampen my spirits, I chose a bike directly across from her. I mounted the bike and started my own workout, adjusting the settings to my liking. Despite the girl’s subdued response, I found myself enjoying the new equipment and pushing through a solid session. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I worked up a sweat on the exercise bike, I noticed the girl behind me had stopped making any of the usual sounds of exertion — the rhythmic whirring and clunking of the pedals. Curious, I turned my head slightly to see what was happening. I saw her sitting lazily on her own bike, barely moving her legs and clearly uninterested in the workout. Her gaze, however, was anything but subtle; she was openly and unapologetically staring at my ass in those tight workout shorts. Her look was a mix of lazy indifference and brazen lust, making the air around us feel charged with an uncomfortable tension. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Trying to ignore the persistent gaze of the girl, I pushed through the rest of my workout, focusing on my own rhythm. Once I was thoroughly exhausted, I finally dismounted the bike and headed toward the showers. As I passed by her bike, I couldn’t resist tossing a sarcastic comment her way: “So, did you enjoy the view, sweetheart?” She merely smirked, her eyes still roving with blatant lust, and didn’t bother to respond. Her silence was filled with contempt and a clear sense of satisfaction, leaving me with the uncomfortable feeling that her gaze would linger in my mind long after. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I stepped into the locker room, I swiftly yanked open my locker and began peeling off my sweat-drenched clothes. My sports bra came off first, revealing my damp, exposed breasts. At that moment, I noticed the same girl from the gym strolling into the locker room. I forced a strained smile at her and continued to undress, my movements a bit more hurried than usual. She nonchalantly approached the locker next to mine and started stripping down as well, but not without making her intentions clear. Her eyes were glued to my naked chest, drinking in every detail with shameless lust. I tried my best to ignore her brazen stare, hastily slipping off my sneakers and workout shorts. Naked and feeling the weight of her gaze, I headed toward the showers, acutely aware of her unrelenting, intrusive scrutiny still burning into my back. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> [[Go to showers|Gym Shower Fun]] <<set $fitness += 1>>

Stepping into the gym’s shower area, I noticed it was completely empty, the sound of running water bouncing off the tiled walls. The open space, lined with showers separated only by short dividers, offered little privacy. I moved to the far end, choosing a shower near the wall, letting the warm spray hit my skin. Reaching for the body wash, I poured it into my hand, rubbing it slowly over my body, savoring the sensation as the foam built up. It wasn’t long before I heard someone enter. Just as I expected, it was her. Out of all the free showers, she came and stood right next to mine, even though the place was empty and there was plenty of room. I could feel her presence, her movements barely an arm's length away, as if the wide-open space had suddenly shrunk. Trying to keep my cool, I glanced at her and said casually, “Hey, we meet again.” Without missing a beat, she replied with a mischievous, "Well, hello again, baby." Her voice was playful, almost teasing, laced with something suggestive, sending a thrill through me that I couldn’t quite shake. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I tried to keep my focus on the wall in front of me, continuing to wash myself, but I could feel her eyes on me—practically burning into my skin. The air between us felt thick, heavy with unspoken intent, making it harder to ignore the tension growing with every passing second. Curiosity got the better of me, and I turned slightly, my heart skipping a beat. There she was, just a couple of meters away, brazenly standing in full view. Her hand was shamelessly between her legs, fingers moving with deliberate, slow strokes, while her other hand grasped her breast, squeezing it in rhythm. Her eyes were locked onto mine, unblinking, daring me to look away. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Quickly, I turned my head, forcing my gaze back to the wall, trying desperately to pretend like I hadn’t seen a thing, my body tense as I struggled to wash off the soap, as if that could wash away the heat of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Turning my face back toward the wall, I continued washing myself, letting the warm water run over me as I lathered up more shower gel, this time running my hands over my ass, massaging the foam into my skin. Suddenly, I felt her presence much closer than before. Before I could react, she boldly reached out and touched my ass, her fingers grazing my skin, causing me to flinch instinctively. Startled, I tried to turn to ask what she was doing, but before I could get the words out, her other hand was already on my chest, cupping my breast without hesitation. My breath caught in my throat as she squeezed it lightly, her movements confident and unapologetic. “I saw you staring at me on the spin bikes,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, a smirk curling on her lips as she leaned closer. Her words made my pulse race, though I tried to keep my cool. She placed both hands on my breasts now, kneading them with increasing pressure, as if testing me, daring me to react. Feeling a flush of panic and discomfort rise inside me, I managed to mutter, “You must be mistaken.” Carefully, I reached up and grabbed her wrists, gently but firmly pulling her hands away from my chest, trying to break the intensity of the moment without escalating things further. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> It seemed like the word “no” didn’t mean much to her. Instead of stopping, she started moving toward me with a determined look in her eyes. My heart raced as I instinctively pressed my back against the cold, tiled wall, trying to create some distance between us. Her fingers reached out, one hand sliding along my side, the other tangling gently in my hair. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Who are you trying to fool?” she whispered, her voice dripping with confidence. “I saw the way you were staring at my ass. Don’t lie to yourself.” Before I could respond, her hand gripped my breast again, this time more firmly. Her other hand, still in my hair, gently tugged, bringing her face closer to mine. Without warning, her lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily, as if she was trying to claim me right there and then. My mind raced, panic and confusion flooding my thoughts. I pushed her away, carefully but firmly placing my hands on her shoulders. “This is all a misunderstanding,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady, hoping she would finally get the hint. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed me roughly by the throat, her fingers tightening around my neck. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice dark and commanding, pushing me hard against the cold, wet tiles. My body jolted from the force, the chill of the wall pressing against my skin as her grip kept me pinned in place. Her face was inches from mine now, her eyes blazing with intensity as she sneered. “Don’t play dumb with me. It’s written all over your face,” she spat, her words sharp and laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a filthy lesbian slut, and you know it.” Her words hit me hard, the cruelty in her tone cutting deep, leaving me both stunned and struggling for breath under her relentless grip. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She yanked my hair brutally, pulling me away from the wall and dragging me under the shower stream. The water cascaded down over us, but she didn’t care. With a wicked grin, she slapped my breasts with her open palm, the sound of each smack echoing through the empty shower room. My skin stung from the impact, but she didn’t stop, her hand coming down again and again, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. Still gripping my hair tightly, she jerked my head backward, forcing me to look up as the hot water poured over my face. With her free hand, she pinched my nose shut, leaving me no choice but to gasp for air. The moment my mouth opened, water rushed in, and I choked, coughing as I struggled to breathe under the torrent. Without warning, she lowered my head, pressing her lips to mine in a forceful, hungry kiss. "You like that, don’t you? All this dirty attention?" she said, her voice dripping with malicious pleasure. She didn’t stop there. Her tongue invaded my mouth, licking over my lips and even my cheeks, leaving no part of my face untouched by her aggressive attention. Her hands, meanwhile, returned to my breasts, kneading them roughly as she kissed me with a kind of shameless audacity, taking whatever she wanted. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With one hand gripping my neck firmly, she used her other hand to force her fingers into my mouth. Her fingers pried my mouth open wide, stretching my lips and causing me to gasp involuntarily. The sudden intrusion left me helpless, my body tense with a mix of fear and disgust. Without hesitation, she spat directly into my open mouth, her saliva mixing with the water as it dripped from her fingers. "Swallow it," she commanded coldly. The warmth of her spit contrasted sharply with the coldness of the shower. She kept her fingers deep inside, pushing them further into my throat with a brutal, relentless motion. Her fingers jabbed and prodded, making it nearly impossible to breathe or swallow, the invasive sensation overwhelming and choking me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She pulled her fingers out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, my lips still tingling from the invasive intrusion. Without giving me a moment to recover, she pressed her lips to mine again, kissing me with a raw, aggressive hunger that left no room for resistance. Her hand gripped my hair once more, yanking it sharply downward. The sudden movement forced me onto my knees, the cold tiles biting into my skin as I was pushed into position. She didn’t hesitate; she guided me toward her core, her other hand spreading her folds apart as she roughly pressed my face against her pussy. “Lick it,” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority and impatience. Her grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as she made her demand clear. Desperation and humiliation flooded through me, but I had little choice but to comply. I began to lick and taste her, my tongue probing and swirling as she guided me, her own pleasure building with every stroke. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a rough, commanding tug on my hair, she yanked me back to my feet, forcing me to stand upright. Before I could even catch my breath, she seized my face and pressed her lips to mine once more, kissing me with a fierce, demanding passion. Without warning, her other hand moved between my legs. She roughly thrust two fingers into my pussy, her fingers curling and thrusting with a relentless rhythm, making me shudder. The sensation was both invasive and intense, her movements calculated to elicit a reaction. Then, without pausing, she began to slap her palm against my pussy, the sharp impact stinging and making me wince. Each smack was accompanied by her taunting voice. “I told you,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain, “you’re just a filthy lesbian slut.” The pain and humiliation overwhelmed me, and I whimpered, desperately pleading with her to stop. “Please, stop,” I begged, my voice breaking as I tried to escape the relentless, degrading treatment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She then lay down on the cold floor of the shower room, her body stretched out provocatively. Her eyes were fixed on me with an intense, commanding gaze as she ordered, “Get on all fours and crawl to me.” I complied, moving slowly and awkwardly on my hands and knees across the slippery tiles, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and humiliation. As I drew closer, she suddenly lifted her legs and clamped her feet around my head, pinning me down. The pressure of her soles against my ears was firm and unyielding, making it difficult to move or escape. She directed my head with her feet, guiding it toward her pussy. Her movements were deliberate and forceful, pushing my face against her as she commanded me to lick her again. The weight of her feet, pressing down on my neck and shoulders, made it nearly impossible to shift or adjust my position. As I began to lick her again, her grip remained unrelenting. Her feet held me firmly in place, keeping my face pressed against her core while she reveled in the control she had over me, her pleasure rising with each flick of my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I lay on my stomach, my face pressed against the cold, hard floor as I licked at her pussy. My tongue worked tirelessly, desperate to please her and bring her to the edge. The heat and wetness of her core enveloped me, a mix of arousal and degradation washing over me as I focused on giving her the maximum pleasure I could muster. Without warning, she shifted slightly, causing me to stop and look up. Her eyes were fierce, her gaze commanding as she lifted my head with a sharp, decisive motion. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. I complied, parting my lips as wide as possible. Without a moment’s pause, she shoved her toes into my mouth, her two largest toes forcing their way deep inside. The intrusion was both shocking and overwhelming, her toes pressing hard against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. “Take it,” she demanded, her voice dripping with authority. She then pressed her foot down with increasing force, pushing her toes further into my throat. The pressure was intense, causing me to gag as my throat constricted around her foot. “Gag on it, you slut,” she taunted, her words making the situation even more humiliating. Each movement from her deepened the intrusion, making it harder and harder for me to cope with the intensity of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She positioned me on all fours, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. With a predatory grin, she began to fuck my pussy with her fingers. Her thrusts were relentless, each one more insistent than the last as she sought to stretch me further. “Take it,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance. Her fingers pushed deeper with every movement, almost as if she was trying to penetrate my entire core. In a desperate attempt to find some semblance of pleasure amidst the invasive assault, I started to masturbate, my own fingers slipping between my legs. The added friction and sensation were the only things preventing me from being completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her touch. “You’re such a needy slut,” she sneered, her taunts heightening my humiliation. Suddenly, she used her free hand to press her thumb into my ass, the intrusion sharp and unexpected. The combination of her relentless thrusting and the intrusion into my rear overwhelmed me completely. “Feel that, you fucking whore?” she taunted, her voice harsh and degrading. The sensations—the pressure from her fingers and thumb—pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my body shuddering and trembling as the climax took over, the intense pleasure mingling with the overwhelming humiliation of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\bike\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After I came, I collapsed onto the cold, damp floor of the shower room, completely spent and powerless. My body lay there, exhausted and exposed, as she casually rinsed herself off under the shower one last time. The water cascaded over her, washing away any remnants of the encounter. As she turned to leave, she cast one final, condescending glance at me. Her eyes swept over me with a mix of disdain and triumph as she said, “I told you—you’re just a filthy lesbian slut.” Her words were laced with a cruel satisfaction that only deepened my sense of humiliation. Once she was gone, I mustered the strength to get up. My limbs felt heavy and weak, but I pushed myself to quickly wash off the sweat, saliva, and other fluids, trying to cleanse myself of both the physical and emotional residue. I hurried through my shower, hoping no one else would walk in. In a frantic rush, I dressed in the locker room, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy and composure. As soon as I was dressed, I fled the gym, eager to escape the memory of the harrowing experience. [[Leave the gym|Outside]] <<set $gymshowerFun = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/jack_refuse.jpg"/> I finally gathered the courage and said, "No." Jack raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting defiance. "What do you mean, 'no'?" His voice was sharp, a hint of disbelief in his tone. I swallowed hard, but stood my ground. "I’m not going to take off my skirt or humiliate myself in front of you." My voice was steady, though my heart raced in my chest. Jack let out a slow sigh, shaking his head in clear displeasure as his gaze bore into me. For a moment, the room felt even smaller under his scrutiny. "Either you stop acting like some dumb white bitch and obediently take off your skirt," he said, his voice cold, "or you can get the hell out of my apartment. And don't bother coming back to the café, because you can forget about the job and my generous tips." [[Submit and take off your skirt.|JackObey]] [[Tell him to go to hell and leave.|Cafe Dismissal]]

A wave of discomfort washed over me, but I complied. Hesitating for a moment, I slowly began to unfasten my skirt. The fabric slid down my legs, and soon it lay at my feet, revealing the black panties underneath. The act of undressing felt both humiliating and exposing, and I could feel Jack's eyes on me, making the moment even more intense. With the skirt now discarded, I stood there in my underwear, my heart racing as I awaited Jack’s next command. The luxurious surroundings of the apartment seemed to contrast sharply with the situation I found myself in. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack's gaze lingered on my black panties, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I think it's time I taught you some respect for your superiors,” he said, his tone laced with authority. “Now, take those panties off too.” Feeling a wave of nervousness, I hesitated momentarily before complying. With a deep breath, I started to slowly pull down my panties, the fabric sliding over my skin. As I worked to remove them, Jack's eyes remained fixed on me, adding to the tension of the moment. Once I had successfully removed my panties, Jack extended his hand with a commanding gesture. “Hand them over,” he instructed. I obediently handed him the discarded garment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and submission as I did so. The room seemed to grow quieter, the only sounds being the slight rustle of fabric and my own nervous breathing. Jack took the panties from me, his expression unreadable as he examined them. The atmosphere was charged, and I waited, unsure of what would come next. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After taking a moment to thoroughly examine you, Jack’s gaze hardened. With a commanding tone, he instructed, "Get down on your knees and press your pussy against my shoe." Feeling a surge of regret for having questioned him earlier about his shoes, you hesitated only briefly before complying. You carefully lowered yourself to your knees on the plush carpet, the softness beneath you contrasting sharply with the cold, hard reality of Jack's demand. As you approached him, you could feel your heartbeat quickening. With a deep breath, you pressed your bare pussy against the polished leather of his shoe, the contact making you acutely aware of your vulnerability. The sensation of the smooth, cool material against your skin was both uncomfortable and humiliating. Jack looked down at you with a smirk, clearly pleased with your submission. You could feel the weight of his gaze as you remained in position, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The room was silent except for the faint rustling of fabric and your own nervous breathing. In that moment, the plushness of the carpet and the luxury of the apartment seemed to heighten the intensity of your situation. Jack’s presence loomed large, and you felt the sting of your earlier question come full circle. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack’s voice took on a more commanding tone as he said, "Now, be a good girl and show some respect for my shoe. Start rubbing your pussy against it." You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over you. With a deep breath, you began to follow his degrading command. As you rubbed your bare pussy against the polished leather of his shoe, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers, evidence of his arousal as he watched you. The sensation of the smooth shoe against your skin was both cold and oddly stimulating, heightening your sense of vulnerability. You moved slowly, trying to comply with his demand as thoroughly as possible while feeling his gaze intensify the embarrassment of the situation. The room felt charged with tension, the luxurious surroundings contrasting sharply with the demeaning act you were performing. Each movement was accompanied by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your movements on the carpeted floor. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As you continued to rub yourself against his shoe, Jack took a moment to assert his dominance further. He reached down and picked up your discarded panties with one hand, bringing them up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent with a satisfied expression on his face. With a smirk, Jack then extended his other hand towards you. He pressed his thumb into your open mouth, forcing it in with a firm but deliberate motion. "Move more actively," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. As you felt the pressure of his thumb in your mouth, you were compelled to comply with his orders. Your movements became more frantic and desperate as you tried to fulfill his demands, the act of rubbing yourself against his shoe taking on a more intense, humiliating edge. The combination of his commanding presence, the intimate and degrading gesture of his thumb in your mouth, and the sense of being controlled heightened your sense of embarrassment and submission in the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack's hand suddenly closed around my throat with a firm, almost choking grip. His fingers tightened, making it hard to breathe. "Move more vigorously," he commanded, his voice rough and uncompromising. The mix of humiliation and his commanding tone sparked a confusing, unwanted pleasure within me. I continued to rub myself against his shoe, my movements becoming more frantic and desperate. Jack’s voice cut through the haze of my sensations. "Take off your shirt," he ordered abruptly. Startled by his sudden command, I fumbled to pull my shirt over my head. In my haste, one of my nipples slipped out of my bra, exposed and vulnerable. I tried to ignore the embarrassment and quickly removed the shirt, then resumed grinding against Jack’s shoe, focusing on following his demanding orders. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack’s grip on my throat tightened, his fingers pressing against my skin in a firm, unforgiving hold. I could barely catch my breath as he watched me with a cold, calculating gaze. My movements became more frantic, driven by a mix of humiliation and an unexpected surge of pleasure as I rubbed myself against his polished shoe. "Apologize for your long tongue, Snow White," Jack demanded, his voice carrying a cruel edge. The command was clear, and his eyes never left me, scrutinizing every detail of my submission. My voice shook as I began to babble out my apologies, each word barely coherent as I felt the pleasure building uncontrollably. "I-I'm sorry, Jack... I'm so sorry... Please forgive me..." My words were punctuated by gasps and moans as I neared the edge of orgasm. Jack’s gaze remained impassive, his satisfaction evident in the slight smirk that played at the corners of his lips. He finally released his vice-like grip on my throat, allowing me a desperate gulp of air. With a deliberate and almost clinical precision, he pushed his thumb into my mouth, pressing it past my lips. His eyes were intense, observing me closely as I writhed in pleasure. The feeling of his thumb in my mouth combined with the intense pleasure from grinding against his shoe sent me spiraling over the edge. My body convulsed with the force of my climax, and I could only manage incoherent moans as I felt the peak of my arousal wash over me. Jack watched the scene with an unsettling calm, clearly enjoying the display of my submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\ride\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jack, clearly satisfied by the spectacle of my humiliation, finally released his grip on me and picked up his phone. He glanced at the screen, his expression indicating that the time for the upcoming business meeting was approaching. "The meeting is about to start. You should clean yourself up and be on your way," he said dismissively, his tone signaling the end of our encounter. Still trembling from the intensity of the experience, I scrambled to gather my clothes. My hands shook as I tried to reassemble my attire, the remnants of our earlier encounter still fresh in my mind. I could barely focus on the task at hand, eager to escape the apartment as quickly as possible. Just as I was about to leave, Jack tossed a few dollar bills onto the floor at my feet. The crumpled bills scattered around me. "If you keep being a good girl, money won’t be your problem," he said with a mocking edge to his voice. His casual, dismissive tone contrasted sharply with the earlier tension. I sank to my knees, my heart racing as I hurried to gather the scattered money. The bills were slightly crumpled, but I collected them as quickly as I could, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. "Thank you, Jack," I said softly, my voice barely more than a whisper as I stood up and tucked the money into my bag. With one last look at Jack, who was already absorbed in his phone, I turned and left the apartment. The door closed behind me with a final click, and I stepped out into the hallway, my mind reeling from the ordeal. I made my way down the stairs and out of the building, eager to put the experience behind me. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $money = $money + 150>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $jack_relationship = $jack_relationship + 5>><<set $jackShoeride = true>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/jack_dismissal.jpg"/> Summoning every ounce of courage I had, I looked Jack dead in the eye. "Go to hell," I spat. "You can shove your money up your arrogant black ass." For a second, I saw the shock flash across his face, but I didn’t give him time to respond. I quickly slipped my shoes on, my hands trembling slightly but my resolve steady. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the apartment, making sure to slam the door behind me. The loud bang echoed in the hallway, but I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me as I walked away, refusing to look back. I might have lost the job, but at least I still had my dignity. [[Leave|Outside]] <<set $cafejobDismissal = true>><<set $jack_relationship = 0>>

Her eyes narrow as she watches me obey. I can taste the fabric of her stockings as my tongue swirls around her toes, feeling both humiliated and inexplicably aroused by the act. "That's it… suck them like you know you deserve this," she coos, her voice heavy with dominance. She presses her foot deeper into my mouth, her other foot trailing down my neck, teasingly brushing against my collarbone. Margaret lets out a low, satisfied hum as I continue, the wet sounds of my mouth working on her foot filling the room. "You’re such a filthy little thing, aren’t you? Stealing from me… and now here you are, worshipping my feet like the pathetic slut you are." She chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "You know, you should be grateful I’m even letting you do this. Maybe if you do a good job, I’ll let you keep those pretty lips of yours around something else next time." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I felt Margaret slowly withdraw her foot from my mouth, a glistening trail of saliva connecting my lips to her toes before breaking. Without a word, she began to lower her feet, dragging them sensuously down my body. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, as she pressed the soft soles against my neck, lingering there for a moment as if relishing the way my pulse quickened beneath her touch. "You're trembling," she noted with a wicked smile, her voice low and sultry. "I like that." She continued her downward path, her feet gliding over my collarbone and pressing into the softness of my breasts. The pressure made my breath hitch, and I noticed her smirk at my reaction, her toes curling slightly as they teased my nipples through the fabric of my clothes. Margaret's legs then drifted lower, her feet caressing my stomach, each touch sending shivers of anticipation through me. "You look so nervous," she purred, her voice laced with mock concern. "But I know deep down, you’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?" Finally, her feet reached the hem of my skirt, and she skillfully hooked her toes under the fabric. With a deliberate slowness that felt like torture, she lifted the edges of my skirt, her feet working in unison to peel it away from my thighs. Inch by inch, my skirt was pushed up, exposing more of my legs until it was bunched around my hips, revealing the delicate lace of my panties. Margaret let out a low, approving hum as her eyes drank in the sight. "Mmm, such pretty little panties," she murmured, her voice dripping with sinful delight. "So innocent, yet here you are, about to be anything but." With my skirt now fully raised, she pressed her feet against my inner thighs, spreading them apart slightly, just enough to emphasize my vulnerability. "You’ve got nowhere to hide now," she teased, her tone a blend of authority and desire. "Let’s see just how much of a good little slut you can be." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's gaze darkened with lust as she let her feet linger on my exposed thighs, her toes teasingly brushing my sensitive skin. She grinned wickedly, savoring the anticipation in my eyes. Without warning, she pressed her foot firmly against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through my core. "Mmm, you’re already so wet, aren’t you?" she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel it, even through these cute little panties." She began to move her foot slowly back and forth, the motion deliberate and torturously slow. Each time her toes slid over my clit, I couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped my lips. The friction was maddening, the thin layer of fabric only intensifying the sensation. "Look at you, already squirming under my foot," Margaret chuckled, her tone taunting. "You’re so easy to please, aren’t you? Just a little rub and you’re already soaking." She continued to move her foot in a rhythmic motion, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The combination of the soft, silky stockings against my damp panties and the steady, almost lazy pace of her foot made it impossible to think of anything else but the pleasure building inside me. "Don’t hold back," she whispered, her eyes locked on my face, watching every reaction. "I want to see you come undone for me, like the obedient little slut you are." With each passing moment, her foot pressed harder, the pace quickening just slightly as she ground against my pussy with increasing intensity. My hips started to move involuntarily, desperate for more of the delicious friction. "That’s it," Margaret coaxed, her voice husky with desire. "Ride my foot, you filthy little thing. Show me how much you want it." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret moved to the edge of the bed with a graceful, predatory elegance, her eyes never leaving mine. She sat down, her legs slightly parted, and motioned for me to step closer. I hesitated for a moment, but the command in her gaze left me with no choice but to obey. As I stood before her, she reached out, her hands firmly gripping my ass through my skirt. Her fingers dug into my flesh with a possessive strength, pulling me closer until I was pressed between her thighs. "Such a perfect little ass," she murmured, her voice a mix of admiration and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, she tugged my skirt upward, inch by agonizing inch, the fabric brushing against my thighs as it rose. The tension was palpable, my heart racing as she slowly exposed more of my skin. When my skirt was finally bunched around my waist, she held it there with one hand, ensuring I was completely exposed to her. With her other hand, she squeezed my bare ass harder, her fingers kneading the soft flesh possessively. "I knew you’d have such a slutty body under those clothes," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let’s see just how much of a dirty little girl you really are." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my skin as she let her fingers trace the curve of my ass, teasingly close to my most intimate areas. "I’m going to enjoy every second of this," she whispered, her lips grazing my skin as she spoke. "And you’re going to love every bit of it too, aren’t you?" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's hands slid down to the hem of my panties, her fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my most intimate areas, the thin fabric of my underwear the only barrier between her touch and my heated skin. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation in my trembling body, before her hands gripped my ass firmly. With a possessive strength, she began to knead my cheeks, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she squeezed and molded them to her will. The pressure was both overwhelming and intoxicating, making me gasp as she worked my ass with a mix of roughness and care. "Mmm, such a tight little body," she murmured, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "I can feel how tense you are, but I’m going to make sure you relax… one way or another." As she continued to squeeze and massage my ass, her fingers moved more deliberately, pushing and pulling at my flesh. Slowly, she began to part my cheeks, spreading them wide. The sensation was both humiliating and thrilling, my most private areas now exposed to her control. "You’re so sensitive," she teased, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of my panties, just barely grazing the entrance to my pussy. "I can feel you trembling. Are you nervous? Or maybe… excited?" With a wicked grin, she tightened her grip, pulling my cheeks even farther apart. "There’s nothing you can hide from me now," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I own every part of you… and you’re going to let me do whatever I want with this perfect little ass." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's hands finally released their grip on my ass, the sudden absence of pressure leaving my skin tingling. But before I could catch my breath, her hands were on my chest, fingers splaying across my breasts with a possessive urgency. She squeezed them firmly through my blouse, her thumbs grazing my nipples as she massaged my breasts with a mixture of roughness and care. "Mmm, such a perfect little body," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these for a while now." Her hands roamed freely, feeling the softness of my breasts under the thin fabric of my blouse, the heat of her touch seeping through to my skin. Without warning, she dug her fingers into the fabric and yanked hard, the sudden force tearing my blouse open with a sharp rip. The buttons scattered across the floor, and the cool air hit my bare skin as my blouse fell away, revealing my bra beneath. Margaret’s eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of my exposed chest. "Now that’s more like it," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She traced a finger along the edge of my bra, her touch feather-light, before suddenly grabbing my breasts again, squeezing them with renewed vigor. "Such pretty little tits," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck as she leaned in closer. "I couldn’t wait to see them, to feel them… and now they’re all mine." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's gaze remained locked on me, her desire palpable as she took in the sight of my exposed, trembling form. Her fingers gripped the edges of my bra with a sudden, ruthless determination. With a swift, deliberate motion, she tore the fabric apart, the material ripping loudly and scattering across the room. The remnants of my bra fell away, leaving my bare breasts fully exposed. Margaret's eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as she took in my small, pert chest. She let out a laugh, a sultry sound filled with mockery. "Well, aren’t you just adorable?" she teased, her voice dripping with derision. "Such tiny little tits." Her hands roamed over my newly exposed skin, her touch both rough and taunting as she squeezed and pinched my nipples, enjoying the way I squirmed under her touch. "I must say, your little tits are quite amusing," she continued, her laughter a dark melody of dominance. "But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re good and thoroughly entertained." Margaret’s fingers lingered on my exposed skin, her touch possessive as she continued to explore. "I bet you never imagined you’d be in this position," she purred, her eyes never leaving my chest. "But now that you’re here, I intend to make the most of it." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I tried to speak, my voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and defiance as I attempted to reason with Margaret. But before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off with a harsh, authoritative grip. Her hand closed around my throat, her fingers digging in with a force that left no room for argument. "Shut up," she snarled, her voice cold and commanding. "I don’t want to hear another word from you. You’re here to be my plaything, and that’s all you need to know." Her grip on my throat tightened just enough to make me gasp, her eyes flashing with dominance. The pressure left me struggling for breath, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. With a cruel smirk, she released her hold on my throat, but her hand moved with the same ruthless determination as she shifted her focus. She seized one of my nipples with a firm, unyielding grip. Her fingers wrapped around the delicate bud, applying a harsh pressure that made me wince. Margaret’s smile widened as she watched my reaction, her eyes filled with malicious pleasure. "You think you can resist me? Look at how sensitive you are," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "This little nipple is so eager for attention. I bet you love every second of this." She began to twist and squeeze my nipple, her movements forceful and unrelenting. Each pinch sent jolts of pain and pleasure through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning in response. Margaret’s grip was punishing, yet she seemed to revel in the control she had over me. "Does that hurt?" she asked, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Good. You’re going to learn quickly that I enjoy hearing you whimper. Now, be a good little toy and take it." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's dominance took a sudden turn as she roughly shoved me with a powerful push, sending me sprawling across her lap. "You look so perfect like this," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her hand rested on my back, pressing me down into the position she desired, while her other hand lingered on my exposed rear. "Look at you, bent over my knee," she continued, her tone a mix of mockery and lust. "Just how I like to see you—submissive and ready for whatever I decide." She ran her fingers over my exposed ass, tracing the curve of my cheeks with a possessive touch. Her fingers felt warm and firm against my skin, the contact both soothing and arousing. "You’re such a good little toy," she teased, her voice filled with dark pleasure. "I can’t wait to have some fun with you in this position." Margaret's hand lingered, her touch growing more assertive as she gripped my hips, adjusting me to ensure I stayed perfectly positioned. "Let’s see how well you handle this," she said, her tone commanding and unyielding. "You’re going to stay right here, and you’re going to enjoy every second of it." Her words were a promise of the control she had over me, her fingers tracing teasingly close to my most sensitive areas, leaving me in a state of heightened anticipation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's fingers dug into the waistband of my panties with a cruel, deliberate intent. She yanked them tightly, the fabric digging painfully into my pussy, making me gasp as the pressure intensified. The tightness of the panties accentuated every sensation, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Oh, I can see how much you're enjoying this," Margaret purred with a wicked grin. "Those panties are digging in so nicely, aren’t they? I bet you’re feeling every bit of it." Her hand left the waistband of my panties and moved to my exposed ass. She began to stroke and pat my cheeks with a firm, authoritative touch. Each stroke was measured and deliberate, the flat of her palm making contact with my skin in a way that was both commanding and punishing. Margaret's hand found a rhythm, her palm gliding over my cheeks before delivering a sharp, stinging smack that left a burning sensation in its wake. "You’re doing so well," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at you, squirming and gasping. I bet you love the way I’m making you feel." With each smack, she increased the intensity slightly, her hand coming down harder, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to ripple through my body. Her fingers occasionally lingered, smoothing over the reddened skin before delivering another forceful slap. "You’re such a good little slut, taking everything I give you," Margaret cooed, her voice low and sultry. "And those panties? They’re just adding to the fun. You should be grateful I’m giving you this attention." She continued to play with my ass, her touch a mix of firm strokes and sharp slaps, making sure I felt every bit of her control. "Enjoy this while it lasts," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Because you know I’m not finished with you yet." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's fingers drifted to the waistband of my panties, her touch both deliberate and teasing. She slipped her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The feeling of her hand so close to my most intimate areas sent shivers through my body, heightening my anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull my panties down. Her touch was firm but careful, ensuring that I felt every inch of the fabric sliding down my legs. As she tugged them lower, the waistband caught slightly on my hips, the tension making the moment even more excruciatingly erotic. "You’re so helpless like this," Margaret purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can see how much you’re squirming, but you know you can’t stop me." As she continued her careful removal of my panties, her fingers grazed over my exposed skin with a lingering, possessive touch. When the fabric reached my thighs, she paused for a moment, her fingers teasingly close to my pussy. "You should just relax and let me do whatever I want," she said, her tone dark and seductive. "You know you’re not in a position to resist." With a final, deliberate tug, she pulled my panties down past my knees, then off completely, tossing them aside with a sense of triumph. I was left completely exposed, my most private areas fully on display. "Look at you now," Margaret said, her voice a low, approving murmur. "So vulnerable and at my mercy. There’s nothing you can do but submit to me." Her fingers continued to graze over my bare skin, each touch a reminder of the power she held over me. "You’re mine to play with," she added, her tone filled with dark pleasure. "And you’re going to enjoy every second of it." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she gazed at my completely exposed pussy. With a wicked grin, she admired the view, taking in every detail of my nakedness. Her fingers, now free from the confines of my panties, moved with a deliberate slowness as she began to touch me. Her fingertips traced a teasing path along my outer lips, the gentle caress making me shiver with both anticipation and vulnerability. She spread her fingers wide, deliberately parting my labia to expose my sensitive inner folds. Each movement was measured, ensuring I felt every brush of her touch. “Look at you,” Margaret purred, her voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and desire. “So beautifully exposed. I love how easily you let me see everything.” She continued to explore with a deliberate slowness, her fingers pressing and spreading my pussy lips further apart. Her touch was both light and possessive, each stroke designed to heighten my awareness of every nerve ending. She let her fingers linger around my clit, teasing it with gentle, circular motions. Margaret’s other hand moved lower, her fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart, giving her a full view of my exposed butthole. “And this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “I want to make sure I see all of you.” Her touch was both firm and tender as she explored, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin around my anus. She used her thumb to press gently against my puckered opening, teasing me with the promise of more. “You’re so willing to be used,” she murmured, her voice filled with approval. “I can’t wait to see how much more you can take.” The combination of her fingers spreading my intimate areas and her gaze locked on me made the moment intensely erotic. Margaret’s control was absolute, her touch a constant reminder of her dominance and my complete submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s eyes glinted with sadistic delight as she roughly spread my labia apart, exposing my vulnerable, throbbing pussy. With a smirk, she leaned in and spat directly onto my exposed cunt, her saliva mingling with my own arousal and creating a slick, wet sheen. The warmth of her spit coated my sensitive folds, intensifying my humiliation. Without a moment’s pause, she plunged her fingers back into me, the slickness of her saliva making the intrusion even more intense. She began to fuck me with her fingers in a relentless, rhythmic motion, the harshness of her movements driving me closer to the edge with every stroke. Her digits moved with purpose, working my pussy with a force that left no room for gentleness. Margaret’s breath was hot against my skin as she watched my reactions closely. “Feel that?” she taunted, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “This is what it means to be used.” Her fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive spot with precision, her thrusts growing faster and more insistent. The relentless rhythm of her fingers, combined with the overwhelming sensation of her spit, pushed me toward a powerful climax. My body began to convulse, the waves of pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Margaret’s eyes locked onto mine as she drove me further into ecstasy, her fingers working me expertly until I was left trembling and gasping through my orgasm. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s gaze was filled with twisted pleasure as she withdrew her fingers from my wet pussy, the glistening moisture still clinging to them. With a smirk, she commanded, “Open your mouth.” I complied, parting my lips as she roughly shoved her fingers inside, the taste of her arousal overwhelming my senses. “Tell me,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “How does it taste? Do you enjoy the flavor of your own submission?” Her fingers slid in and out of my mouth, coated with a mix of my saliva and her juices, as I tried to please her despite the overpowering taste. After a few moments, she withdrew her fingers and held them up for me to see, still glistening with our combined essence. “Now, smell them,” she demanded, her voice carrying a sadistic edge. She held her fingers just under my nose, the strong scent of her arousal mingling with the musk of my own desire. “What do they smell like? Describe it.” I inhaled deeply, the potent aroma filling my nostrils. “It’s the smell of a pathetic little slut,” Margaret said with a cruel smile. “The stench of a dumb, underage whore who’s nothing more than a plaything for me.” Her words were a final, degrading reminder of my place beneath her control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s eyes flashed with a cruel satisfaction as she suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head forcefully between her legs. “Smell the scent of a real woman,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance. The abrupt motion left me disoriented, my face now pressed hard against her damp panties, which were still warm from her arousal. Her grip on my hair was unrelenting, holding me firmly in place as I had no choice but to bury my nose and lips into the soaked fabric. The scent was overpowering—a potent mix of her musk and the lingering trace of her wetness. It filled my nostrils, a heady, intimate fragrance that spoke of her dominance over me. “You like that, don’t you?” Margaret taunted, her voice low and mocking. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me. Take in every bit of my scent.” The humiliation of the moment was intense, the wet fabric clinging to my face as I pressed closer, my breath mingling with her scent. Her panties were plastered against my lips, making it impossible to escape the smell of her. Margaret’s control was absolute, her fingers twisting slightly in my hair to ensure that I remained firmly in place. “You’ll get used to this,” she sneered, enjoying the sight of my submission. “You’ll learn to crave it.” Her thighs pressed against my cheeks, holding me captive in the intimate, degrading position, as I had no choice but to continue inhaling the potent aroma of her arousal. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s eyes narrowed with a commanding glint as she looked down at me. “Take off my panties,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. I quickly moved to obey, my hands trembling slightly as I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her damp panties. Slowly, I peeled them down her thighs, revealing the wetness that had soaked through the fabric. As I slid her panties off and held them in my hands, Margaret grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Open your mouth,” she demanded, her tone sharp and authoritative. I hesitated for a moment, but the intensity in her gaze made it clear that disobedience wasn’t an option. I parted my lips, my breath hitching in anticipation. With a wicked smile, Margaret took the soaked panties from my hands and shoved them into my open mouth, the taste of her arousal instantly flooding my senses. The fabric was still warm, clinging to my tongue as she pushed them deeper, making sure they filled my mouth completely. “Suck on them,” she ordered, watching with satisfaction as I obediently closed my lips around the material, my cheeks burning with humiliation. Margaret kept her hand on my chin, tilting my head up so she could enjoy the sight of me kneeling there, mouth stuffed with her wet panties. “You look so pathetic like this,” she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. “A dirty little slut with my panties in your mouth. This is exactly where you belong.” The taste of her soaked panties was overwhelming, a constant reminder of my submission to her. Margaret’s fingers traced my lips, feeling the outline of the fabric as she pressed down just enough to make me squirm. “Don’t even think about spitting them out,” she warned, her eyes narrowing. “You’ll keep them there until I say otherwise.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret, with a satisfied smirk, settled back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and revealing her glistening pussy. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed me by the neck, her fingers tightening around my throat with a firm, commanding grip. The sudden force made my breath hitch as she yanked me toward her, giving me no time to resist. With a rough shove, she pushed my face between her thighs, her legs wrapping around my head, trapping me there. “Lick,” she ordered, her voice cold and demanding. There was no room for hesitation; the pressure of her hand on my neck left me with no choice but to obey. My tongue flicked out, tentatively at first, but she wasn’t in the mood for gentleness. “Harder,” Margaret growled, her grip tightening as she pressed me deeper into her. “Make me come, you filthy slut.” The vulgarity in her words heightened the intensity of the moment as I licked and sucked her pussy with increasing desperation, eager to please and avoid her wrath. Her taste filled my mouth, every movement of my tongue met with a moan or a sharp tug on my hair. Margaret’s hips began to buck against my face, her moans growing louder and more urgent as she neared her climax. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, holding me in place as she rode my tongue with abandon. “That’s it, don’t stop,” she panted, her voice trembling with the anticipation of release. I felt her body tensing, the muscles in her thighs clenching around my head as she ground herself against my mouth. With a final, breathless cry, Margaret came hard, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She kept me pinned there, forcing me to lap up every drop of her orgasm, not releasing her hold until she was fully satisfied. When she finally let go, my face was wet, and I was left gasping for air, the taste of her still lingering on my lips. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After my body convulsed in a shattering orgasm, Margaret shoved my limp form back onto the bed. I collapsed, spent, with my legs dangling over the edge of the mattress, my mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. But Margaret wasn’t finished with me. Barefoot and wearing nothing but her stockings, Margaret moved with a deliberate, predatory grace. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a vibrator, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. Without warning, she pressed the vibrator against my still-sensitive pussy, the sudden buzz making me moan, my body jolting from the intense sensation. Before I could even think of resisting, Margaret lifted her leg and planted her foot on my throat, pinning me to the bed. The soft nylon of her stocking brushed against my skin, while the pressure of her foot made my breath catch in my throat. “You’re not going anywhere,” she growled, her voice dripping with authority. The vibrator’s relentless assault sent shockwaves through my already overstimulated body, each pulse pushing me closer to the edge. As I lay there, trapped beneath her, the urge to submit overwhelmed me. My lips found the delicate arch of her foot, and I began to lick, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin through the sheer fabric of her stockings. Margaret smirked, her foot pressing down just a bit harder, as if rewarding my obedience. “That’s it, you little slut,” she murmured, her voice low and taunting. “Show me how much you love being under my control.” The vibrator’s relentless vibrations, combined with the degrading act of worshipping her feet, had me teetering on the brink once more. Margaret watched with satisfaction, knowing that every shudder, every desperate lick, was a testament to her dominance. “You’re going to come again, and you’re going to do it for me,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. With her foot still firmly on my throat, I had no choice but to obey, my body surrendering completely to her will. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's eyes darkened with a sadistic glint as she suddenly grabbed me by the neck, her grip firm and unyielding. She pulled me close, forcing me down beside her, my body tensing as she roughly spread my legs apart. The cool air against my exposed skin heightened my sense of vulnerability. Without warning, she thrust two fingers deep into my pussy, the sudden invasion making me gasp. Her movements were rough and unrelenting, each thrust more forceful than the last. Leaning in, her breath hot against my ear, she began to whisper vile words. “You like being my little slut, don’t you?” she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. “Look at you, so desperate for it. Pathetic.” Her fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my body jerk involuntarily, but there was no pleasure, only the harsh reality of her control. “You’re nothing but a fucktoy,” she sneered, her free hand sliding up to squeeze my breast painfully. “This is all you’re good for—getting used like the worthless whore you are.” Each word was laced with venom, cutting deep as her fingers continued to pump into me with brutal efficiency. The room seemed to close in around me, every thrust, every degrading word pushing me further into the depths of humiliation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_fun\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a brief and degrading session, Margaret got up from the bed, satisfaction evident in her cold smile. Her movements were slow, almost taunting, as she walked to the bathroom without bothering to acknowledge me. Just before disappearing behind the door, she turned and, with a cruel edge to her voice, said, "Make sure you're gone by the time I get out of the shower." The words were a sharp dismissal, leaving no doubt that I was nothing more than a fleeting amusement. Humiliation washed over me, a bitter sting that made my chest tighten. There was no pleasure in the memory of our time together, only a sharp regret that cut deep. I quickly gathered my clothes, my hands shaking as I fumbled to dress. The air in the room felt heavy, oppressive, filled with the weight of her disdain. Without a backward glance, I fled from her apartment, the door closing behind me like the final nail in a coffin, sealing away the shame and discomfort of that encounter. Margaret's attitude towards me was unacceptable. I urgently needed to do something—maybe I could ask someone for help? Or perhaps it was time to consider going to the police? <<set $margaretFun = true>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $margaret_relationship += 3>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Leave Margaret's apartment|entrance of the house]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_bed.jpg"/> Deciding I wasn’t about to humiliate myself in front of this old bitch, I firmly said, "No." Margaret looked at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly puzzled by my sudden defiance. "What’s this unexpected act of disobedience?" Her voice carried a mix of curiosity and irritation. I stood my ground, my voice steady despite the tension. "I’m not going to demean myself in front of you. I’ve already atoned for the ring, and I’m not going to follow your sick, twisted commands." Margaret burst into a mocking laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, look who’s found some courage," she said with a sneer. I met her gaze, determined. "I’ve paid for my mistakes and I’m not going to obey your stupid, perverted orders." Suddenly, Margaret's tone shifted, her voice rising with authority. "Shut your mouth," she ordered, her expression turning cold. "I’ll chalk this up to your fatigue. But if you behave like a good girl and start licking my feet, I’ll forget about your insolence." [[Submit and start licking her foot|Margaret Submit]] [[Refuse and tell her off|Margaret Mistake]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_bed.jpg"/> I looked Margaret straight in the eye, my anger burning fiercely. With a firm voice, I said, "Go to hell, you old bitch." Margaret’s eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and irritation. She responded with a cold, measured tone. "Oh, is that so? It's a shame, but that's your choice. You’ll have to deal with the consequences." Her voice was laden with contempt, making it clear she didn’t think much of my defiance. I turned away, not wanting to hear her condescending attitude any longer. As I walked toward the bedroom door, I couldn’t resist one final parting shot. "I’m not afraid of you, you bitch." Margaret’s laughter followed me, a harsh and mocking sound that filled the room. "You’ll regret that," she called after me, her voice dripping with malice. The sound of her cruel laughter lingered as I exited, leaving me with a sense of satisfaction mixed with apprehension. [[Leave Margaret Apartment|Margaret Bad End]]

Slamming the door behind me with a satisfying bang, I felt a surge of anger and frustration. I needed to unwind, so I headed to the nearest store and picked up a bottle of wine. The thought of a quiet evening alone with a glass of something strong was comforting. Back home, I made a beeline for the bathroom, eager to wash away the remnants of the day. The hot water in the shower felt soothing against my skin, and I let the steam envelop me, trying to wash away not just the grime but the tension that had built up inside me. Once I was done, I dried off and headed to the living room. I sank into the plush comfort of the sofa, feeling the soft fabric beneath me. With a sense of relief, I opened the bottle of wine, the pop of the cork breaking the silence of the room. I poured myself a generous glass and took a long, calming sip. As the rich, warm liquid flowed through me, I felt the knot of anger and stress from the encounter with Margaret slowly unravel. The wine worked its magic, and soon, the storm of emotions that had clouded my mind began to dissipate. I leaned back, letting the tranquility of the evening envelop me, savoring the peace I had fought so hard to reclaim. <img src="img\locations\entrance/wine_home.jpg"/> The wine had made me feel a bit drowsy, and I found myself drifting toward sleep. The warmth of the wine and the comfort of the sofa had lulled me into a state of relaxation. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by an unfamiliar noise coming from the corridor. At first, I thought it was just a figment of my imagination, a trick of the wine and my groggy state. But then the sound came again, more insistent this time. Summoning my courage and trying to convince myself that it was just my mind playing tricks, I slowly got up from the sofa. My limbs felt heavy as I made my way toward the corridor, the peaceful haze of the wine still lingering in my senses. As I stepped into the corridor, I was met with a shocking sight. Two hulking men stood there, clad entirely in black—black clothing and black masks that obscured their faces completely. They stood silently, their presence imposing and menacing, staring directly at me. My heart raced as the realization of the situation sank in. The corridor, once a familiar and safe part of my home, now felt threatening and dangerous. The intruders' unreadable expressions and the dark, foreboding atmosphere sent a chill down my spine. <img src="img\locations\entrance/mask_man.jpg"/> [[Scream|Bad End 1]] [[Try to negotiate|Bad End 1]]

Before I could even open my mouth, I was struck hard in the jaw by one of the intruders. The force of the blow sent me crashing face-first onto the floor, my vision blurring as I hit the carpeted corridor. The impact was jarring, and pain radiated through my jaw, making it difficult to think clearly. The rough texture of the carpet scraped against my cheek as I lay there, stunned and disoriented. Just as I tried to gather my thoughts, darkness closed in on me, and I lost consciousness, my world fading to black. <img src="img\locations\entrance/facedown.jpg"/> My consciousness flickered in and out as I struggled to stay aware. Each time I came to, I felt the rough sensation of being carried. At first, I glimpsed the dim, narrow staircase of the building’s entryway, its steps slipping by as I was carried upwards. Then, a streetlight’s harsh glow cut through the darkness, briefly illuminating the scene outside and casting long shadows across the pavement. The light was fleeting, quickly replaced by the hard, unyielding surface of a vehicle’s interior. I saw glimpses of the floor of what seemed to be a small truck, its metal surface cold and unfamiliar. With each brief moment of awareness, I was only partially able to comprehend my surroundings before slipping back into the void of unconsciousness. The disorienting transitions left me feeling helpless and confused, as I was transported away from the safety of my home. <img src="img\locations\entrance/minivan.jpg"/> The next thing I remember is coming to in a dimly lit room. The darkness was oppressive, with only vague shapes and shadows barely visible. My head throbbed with a dull ache as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I felt disoriented and weak, and then I was startled by the presence of someone looming over me. A hand held a small cup with pills, and before I could react, the tablets were forced into my mouth. I swallowed them, a bitter taste lingering on my tongue. Shortly after, I felt a sharp sting as several needles were jabbed into my arm. Each injection brought a new wave of discomfort, making my muscles tense involuntarily. The combination of the pills and the injections left me feeling increasingly disoriented and vulnerable, as I struggled to keep my eyes open against the encroaching darkness. After what felt like an eternity of darkness, I jolted awake, my mind struggling to piece together the hell I was in. I realized my arms were brutally bound behind my back, the ropes cutting into my skin and making it impossible to move. The most horrifying realization hit me next: I was being fucked by multiple men. Their rough, unrelenting thrusts were painfully invasive, and even with the numbness from the pills and injections, I could feel every brutal movement inside me. Each thrust was a jarring reminder of my helplessness, and the sensations were hauntingly vivid, despite my body’s betrayal. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\badend\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> This nightmarish ordeal dragged on for what felt like days, maybe even weeks. Each agonizing moment bled into the next in a fog of pain and confusion. The relentless torment shattered my sense of time and reality, and slowly, my consciousness began to sink into a state of numb resignation. The horror of my situation became a distant, haunting echo as my awareness finally slipped away completely. "Bad Ending: Margaret's Revenge" [[Return to the previous choice|Refuse Margaret]]

Feeling like I should at least show some gratitude for all the help Tycen was giving me with these basketball lessons—he didn’t have to, after all—I decided to offer something in return. "You know what, sure, why not? Let's take a walk after practice," I said, trying to sound casual. "Got any ideas?" Tycen paused for a second, that familiar cocky smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I got some ideas, baby. But first, I’mma need me a cold beer, cool down real quick." "Okay, I’m down for that," I said with a shrug. "Lead the way, my dark knight." For a second, Tycen gave me a funny look, like he was tryna figure out what I meant by that, but then he smirked again. "You wild, but aight, let’s roll." <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycenbeer.jpg"/> We hit up the nearest store, grabbed a couple of beers, and, just like he said, Tycen paid for everything. We kept walking, talking about whatever came to mind, but soon enough, the workout caught up with me. "You know, maybe we should sit down somewhere?" I hinted, hoping for a café or something. "Yeah, we can chill right here." Without waitin’ for me to answer, Tycen just dropped down on the sidewalk like it was the most normal thing in the world, drinkin’ his beer. "Well… alright then," I sighed, sitting down next to him with a grin. After we finished our beers, Tycen looked over at me with that same playful look. "Yo, my place’s close. You wanna come through, maybe hit up a shower or somethin'?" <ul> <li>[[Sure, that sounds good. I'd love to come by and freshen up. Lead the way.|Tycen Visit]]</li> <li>[[I’ve actually got some plans for today. Maybe another time?|Outside]]</li> </ul>

Perhaps the beer had something to do with it, but deciding that a shower after practice would definitely be a good idea, I agreed to head over to Tycen's place. When we arrived at his apartment, I was surprised to find it spacious and quite stylish. After we took off our shoes, Tycen showed me to the bathroom and mentioned there was a washer in there where I could clean my sweaty clothes. I asked, “What should I wear after I shower?” Tycen looked at me with a grin and asked, “You really gotta put somethin’ on, shorty?” I didn’t quite appreciate his humor and replied firmly, “Yes, definitely.” Tycen chuckled and said, “Aight, I’ll find somethin’ for you and bring it through.” I agreed and headed into the shower. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycen_bathroom.jpg"/> The bathroom was a bright, welcoming space with white, marble-like walls and a large, clear shower stall. I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, beginning to wash away the sweat and grime from the intense workout. As I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, I assumed Tycen had come in to bring me some clothes to wear after my shower. Without turning around, I continued washing myself, lost in the soothing stream of water. Suddenly, the shower door swung open, and I was startled to see Tycen standing there, completely naked except for a chain around his neck. His well-defined muscles glistened under the bathroom's light, and he flashed a confident grin as he said, “What’s good, baby? Got room for one more?” My heart skipped a beat, and I froze for a moment, unsure of how to react to this unexpected and bold intrusion. <ul> <li>[[Well, if you’re already here, I suppose there’s room for one more. Come on in.|Tycen Accept]]</li> <li>[[Tycen, this isn’t appropriate. Could you please leave? I need some privacy.|Tycen Refuse]]</li> </ul>

I reluctantly agreed, and Tycen stepped into the shower with me. The confined space made everything feel even more intense. As I continued washing myself, every movement inadvertently brushed against him, making me acutely aware of his presence. The space seemed enormous when I was alone, but with Tycen in the shower, it felt suffocatingly tight. The steam and warmth of the water only heightened the sensation of being pressed together. Suddenly, I felt Tycen’s large, commanding hand rest on my shoulder. His touch was both reassuring and imposing. “Cut the act, baby,” he said, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. “You know why I’m here. You know why you let me up in this shower. You know why you were grinding on my dick during our game.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. He slid his hand down to my waist, his grip firm and almost possessive. He turned me to face him, and his intense gaze locked onto mine. With deliberate slowness, he leaned in, his lips inching closer to mine. I had to stand on my tiptoes to meet him, my heart pounding as I felt his breath mingling with mine. When our lips finally touched, the kiss was hungry and urgent. The warmth of the water and the closeness of our bodies created an electric tension, making the moment feel both exhilarating and overwhelming. The steam swirled around us, and as we kissed, I could feel the hard reality of Tycen’s body pressed against mine. His touch was assertive, but it was also incredibly intimate, and it left me feeling breathless and uncertain of what would come next. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As our kiss deepened, Tycen’s hand wandered from my shoulder to my small, sensitive breast. His touch was firm and knowing, making me gasp softly against his lips. Breaking away from the kiss, he looked at me with a smirk. “Come on, baby, I know you want this,” he said, his voice a low, compelling rumble. “Touch it. I know you’re curious.” Feeling a mix of apprehension and anticipation, I hesitantly placed my hand on his black, erect cock. It was warm and throbbing under my touch. Gently, I wrapped my fingers around it, my movements tentative as I began to slide my hand up and down. His size was striking, nearly as long as my forearm, and I could feel the texture and heat of him with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, and I tried to focus on how he was responding to my touch, searching for any cues on how to proceed. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tycen’s voice broke through my concentration, his tone both commanding and teasing. “Looks like you’re struggling, baby. Why don’t you use both hands?” I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Reaching for the shower gel on the shelf, I squeezed a generous amount into both of my hands. The gel was cool and slick, and I quickly coated my palms, the lather adding a sheen to my skin. With both hands now properly slicked, I resumed my touch, gripping Tycen’s enormous cock. The sensation was different—more intense and enveloping. I moved my hands in a rhythmical motion, sliding up and down. Even with the added lubrication, his size seemed overwhelming, stretching beyond the combined width of my hands. The way his skin felt against my fingers, the heat and firmness, was both intimidating and exhilarating. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tycen’s voice came through, dripping with amusement and authority. “Seems like you’re gettin’ tired, baby. Why don’t you pass me the shower gel.” I obediently grabbed the gel from the shelf and handed it to him. Tycen took it from me with a grin, pouring a generous amount into his hands. Without wasting a moment, he pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the cool, slick gel. “Time to lather up that white ass of yours,” he said, his voice low and firm. He began applying the gel to my backside, his hands moving with deliberate, teasing motions. I could feel the gel sliding over my skin, mixing with his touch as he kneaded and massaged me. The sensation was oddly comforting, despite the tension of the moment. I continued to stroke his large, black cock with both hands, the rhythm I set now matching the rhythm of his movements on my body. The contrast between his firm touch and the softness of the gel made each movement more pronounced, heightening the tension and anticipation in the air. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I continued to stroke his large, black cock, Tycen’s voice cut through the steam of the shower. “Are your hands gettin’ tired, baby?” He placed a hand on my shoulder, applying a gentle but firm pressure. I understood his unspoken command and sank to my knees in front of him. Without hesitation, I took his cock into my mouth, the heat and firmness of him contrasting sharply with the coolness of the shower gel. I started to suck awkwardly, trying to find a rhythm as I adjusted to the size of him. Tycen chuckled, his tone both amused and satisfied. “When I first laid eyes on you, all I could think about was if my cock would fit in your mouth,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like you managed just fine.” His eyes glinted with a mix of pleasure and approval as he watched me, clearly enjoying the way I responded to his demands. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was exhausted from my awkward attempts at giving him a blowjob when Tycen suddenly lifted me by the arms, pulling me up to my feet. Before I could fully react, he spun me around and pushed me against the shower wall. “Time for the main event,” he said, his voice heavy with anticipation. He began positioning his large cock against my wet slit, and then he grinned and said, “I’m about to stretch you out so good, you won’t be walkin’ right for a week.” Just as he was about to penetrate me, his phone rang. “Damn, who’s blowin’ me up now?” Tycen muttered in frustration, releasing me from his hold. We stepped out of the shower, me still trying to compose myself and Tycen going to answer his phone. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\shower\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I stayed in the shower, rinsing off and regaining my composure while Tycen quickly took the call. When he returned, his expression was apologetic but firm. “Got some urgent biz to handle. You’d best head out,” he said, a hint of disappointment hanging in his voice. His eyes then lit up with a mischievous grin as he added, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll definitely get around to stretchin’ that sweet pussy of yours soon enough.” He handed me a t-shirt and some pants, saying I could keep them and not worry about returning them. I quickly put on the clothes, collected my items from the washing machine, and we headed outside. As we reached the door, Tycen gave my ass a playful slap and said with a smirk, “Catch you later, baby.” His tone was casual, but there was a promise of more to come in his parting words. [[Go home|Outside]] <<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>><<set $showerTycen = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 100>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

I declined Tycen’s offer, and he looked at me with a hint of displeasure. But after a moment, his expression softened into a smile. “Aight, no sweat, baby,” he said, “I left your clothes on the washing machine by the door.” With that, he slowly turned and began to leave the shower, deliberately showing off his muscles and swinging his black cock as he walked out. I quickly finished my shower, grabbed my freshly laundered clothes, and put on the t-shirt and pants Tycen had given me. I then stepped out of the bathroom. Tycen was waiting for me in the hallway. He lazily mentioned that his friends had called and he was going out to hang out, so it was time for me to head home. I thanked him for the shower, put on my shoes, and started to leave. I paused and said that I would return his clothes at our next meeting. “Nah, don’t worry 'bout it,” he waved off dismissively. “Those are just some old clothes from a chick who was here before. If you don’t want 'em, just toss 'em when you get home.” <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycenrefuse.jpg"/> With a cold goodbye, I left and made my way home. [[Go home|Outside]]

I approached the group of guys playing on the outdoor basketball court. The steady thud of the ball hitting the pavement mixed with the shouts of players, filling the air with an intense, competitive energy. Tycen was at the center of it all, moving confidently, completely in his element. I stopped at the edge of the court and called out his name. "Tycen!" He glanced over, said something to the guys, and jogged towards me, still holding the basketball in his hands. As he got closer, I could see a playful smirk forming on his lips, as if he already knew what this was about. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycen_talk.jpg"/> "What do you want?" — his tone was casual, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "I thought I could get some practice, like usual..." — I shrugged, feeling a bit awkward under his intense gaze. Tycen chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've already shown you everything I know. And right now," — he nodded towards the court where the game had resumed without him — "I’m playing with the guys for money." He paused for a second, his expression shifting slightly. "But if you want to... pick up where we left off in the shower last time," — his voice dropped, taking on a more intimate tone — "you can call me." With a teasing grin, he pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket and slipped it into my hand, his fingers brushing mine for a brief moment. "Whenever you’re ready." — he gave me a wink before turning back to the court, joining the game without missing a beat. I stood there for a moment, looking down at the slip of paper in my hand. The cool breeze brushed against my skin as I watched Tycen move fluidly across the court, his focus entirely back on the game. After a moment, I turned and walked away, the sound of the basketball bouncing fading as I stepped back onto the street. <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul><<set $tycenNumber = true>>

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg"/> I take the sleek smartphone from my pocket and swipe my finger across the screen to turn it on. The display lights up, showing a vibrant home screen filled with various icons. <ul> <li>[[Check Email|Check Email Phone]]</li> <li>[[Call a Taxi|CallTaxi]]</li> <li>[[Make a Call|MakeCall]]</li> <li>[[Open Dating App|Open Dating App]]</li> <li>[[Play a Game|Phone Play Game]]</li></ul> <<link "Put the phone in your pocket" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg"/> I open my email, curious to see if there's anything new. <ul> <<if $rileyConversation and !$rileyEmailRead and ($dayNumber - $rileyLastContact) >= 1>><li>[[Read new email|RileyEmailPhone]]</li><</if>> <<if $viewerCount >= 100 and !$subscriberEmailRead>><li>[[Read the subscriber's email|Subscriber Email Phone]]</li><</if>> <<if $webcamViewerCount >= 150 and !$highViewerEmailRead>><li>[[Read the fan email|FanEmail Phone]]</li><</if>> <li><<link "Close email" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>></li> </ul>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_call.jpg"/> I called for a taxi and was relieved when the driver assured me he’d be arriving shortly. Before long, I spotted his car pulling up to the curb. I approached the vehicle and was about to get into the back seat when the driver, glancing at me in the rearview mirror, said, “After the last client, it’s better if you sit up front.” Nodding in agreement, I slid into the passenger seat beside him. The driver turned to me with a friendly but professional demeanor. “Where would you like to go?” [[Neighborhood Area|Taxi Neighborhood Area]] [[City Center|Taxi City Center]] [[Slums|Taxi Slums]] [[Suburbs|Taxi Suburbs]] [[University Area|Taxi University Area]] [[Business District|Taxi Business District]]

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg" /> <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>It's too late to call anyone right now. <<else>>I scroll through my contact list, thinking about who I could call. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/mom.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Mom|Call Mom Phone]] </div> <<if $lickJill and !$jillStrapfun>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/jill.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Jill|Call Jill Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $jillStrapfun>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/jill.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Jill|Call Jill Phone 2]] </div> <</if>> <<if $stephaniePhone == true and !$stephanieFourthS>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/stephanie.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Stephanie|Call Stephanie Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $parkAlexNumber>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/alex.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Alex|Call Alex Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $tyraNumber>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/tyra.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if $tyraBethany>>[[Call Tyra|Call Tyra Phone Three]] <<else>><<if $tyraJogging>>[[Call Tyra|Call Tyra Phone Two]] <<else>>[[Call Tyra|Call Tyra Phone]] <</if>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $tycenNumber and !$tycenFirstvisit>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/tycen.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Tycen|Call Tycen Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $shanitaNumber and !$shanitaCall>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/shanita.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Shanita|Call Shanita Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $deborahPark>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/deborah.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Deborah|Call Deborah Phone]] </div> <</if>> <<if $femaleOfficersPhone>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/contacts/officer_miller.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Call Officer Miller|Call Officer Miller Phone]] </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

I eagerly open my email, my heart racing as I anticipate what Riley might have sent. The anticipation quickly turns to disappointment and confusion when I see that the message from RB simply says: “The job is done.” My eyes narrow as I stare at the screen. What does that even mean? Did Riley really handle everything? A part of me wants more details—was it a success, or is there something left unresolved? The vague message leaves me hanging, my mind racing with questions. Why couldn’t Riley have been more specific? Did she think that a single line would be enough to ease my worry? As I stew in my frustration, it dawns on me why Riley's communication is so sparse. I paid her to handle something under the table, something that needed to be kept discreet. Her cryptic message is probably her way of keeping things low-key, avoiding any incriminating details that could come back to haunt her—or me. Despite my annoyance at the lack of clarity, a wave of relief washes over me. The anxiety and fear that have plagued me for weeks are starting to dissipate. The nasty threats and degrading demands from Margaret, the torment about the ring, and her constant need to humiliate me are finally over. I begin to allow myself to feel a glimmer of joy and triumph. I start to imagine a future without Margaret’s oppressive presence, without having to bow down to her or fear her next demand. Feeling the weight of the past few weeks lifting, I decide to freshen up and take a shower. <img src="img/locations/home/showerfast.jpg"/> The warm water relaxes my muscles and helps clear my mind. Just as I begin to revel in my newfound sense of freedom, the doorbell rings, slicing through my moment of triumph with its sharp, jarring sound. The sudden interruption snaps me back to reality, and I’m left wondering who could be knocking at my door now. A mix of curiosity and apprehension floods over me as I approach the door, the excitement of my recent victory momentarily overshadowed by the uncertainty of who might be on the other side. With my mind still reeling from the implications of Riley’s message and the sense of liberation it brings, I take a deep breath and move towards the door, ready to find out who is intruding on my brief moment of peace. <<set $rileyEmailRead = true>> <<link "Check who’s at the door" "Door Call M">> <</link>>

As I open my email, a new message catches my eye. The subject line is ominous, and a wave of unease washes over me. With trembling hands, I click on it, feeling a cold sweat forming as I read the words on the screen. From: Anonymous Subject: I Know Who You Really Are "Well, well, well... Look who I ran into the other day. At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes, but there you were, walking around the city like you’re some innocent little thing. But I knew better. It didn’t take long to remember where I’d seen that pretty face before—on that dirty little webcam site, where you were spreading your legs and licking your filthy feet like the desperate slut you are. You must really get off on showing the whole world just how much of a whore you are, huh? I bet you love the idea of all those men jerking off to you, imagining your tight little body begging for their attention. And the way you suck up to the camera, like a needy little bitch in heat... pathetic. You probably think you’re safe behind that screen, don’t you? Well, guess what? It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. A little digging, and I had your name, your address, and all your dirty secrets right in my hands. So here’s the deal, slut. If you don’t want your precious little world to come crashing down, you’re going to do exactly what I say. You’re going to drag that whore body of yours to the address I’m going to give you. It’s a nice, cozy apartment in the city center—perfect for a private little visit. And if you even think about ignoring this, or trying to weasel your way out, I’ll make sure everyone in your life knows exactly what kind of disgusting tramp you really are. Your friends, your family—they’ll all get to see just how much of a slut you’ve become. Oh, and one more thing, slut. When you show up, I expect you to be dressed appropriately. And by that, I mean you’re not to wear any underwear. Nothing underneath that whore outfit you’ll be flaunting for me. But let’s be honest, you’ll probably enjoy that even more, won’t you? The thought of being so exposed, knowing that anyone could get a glimpse of what a filthy little slut you really are." I stare at the screen, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. The bile rises in my throat as the sheer humiliation and fear wash over me. My hands are shaking, my breath coming in shallow gasps. This can’t be real. How did they find me? What are they going to do? The terror grips me, freezing me in place as the gravity of the situation sinks in. <<set $highViewerEmailRead = true>> <<link "Close email" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As we drove through the city streets, the taxi driver chatted non-stop. His conversation ranged from local news to personal anecdotes, and he seemed eager to keep the conversation flowing. I listened politely, trying to enjoy the ride despite his constant chatter. About halfway to the neighborhood area, the driver suddenly turned to me with a more serious expression. “Don’t get me wrong, but there are a lot of scammers in the city. You’re not one of those, are you? You do have money to pay for the fare, right?” He continued, “It’ll be $10 for the ride.” <<if $money >= 10>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi N Destination]]<</if>> [[Well, there’s a problem. I don’t have the exact amount with me.|Taxi N Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As we drove through the city streets, the taxi driver chatted non-stop. His conversation ranged from local news to personal anecdotes, and he seemed eager to keep the conversation flowing. I listened politely, trying to enjoy the ride despite his constant chatter. About halfway to the city center, the driver suddenly turned to me with a more serious expression. “Don’t get me wrong, but there are a lot of scammers in the city. You’re not one of those, are you? You do have money to pay for the fare, right?” He continued, “It’ll be $10 for the ride.” <<if $money >= 10>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi C Destination]] <</if>> [[Well, there’s a problem. I don’t have the exact amount with me.|Taxi C Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> The taxi ride was smoother than usual as we left the busy city streets behind, heading towards the quieter suburbs. The scenery changed gradually—tall buildings gave way to neat rows of houses with well-kept lawns, and the sounds of the city faded into the background. Families strolled along the sidewalks, and children played in nearby parks. The driver, sensing the shift in atmosphere, seemed more relaxed. His tone was conversational but casual. "Suburbs, huh? It’s peaceful out here. A bit too quiet for my taste, but hey, everyone’s got their thing." He gave a small laugh, his eyes still focused on the road. After a moment, he added, "It’ll be $8 for the trip. Got enough for that?" <<if $money >= 8>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi Suburbs Destination]]<</if>> [[Actually, I’m short on cash.|Taxi Suburbs Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> The taxi glided smoothly along the cleaner, well-maintained roads as we neared the university area. The trees lining the streets swayed gently in the breeze, and the buildings grew taller, more modern. Students on bikes and groups of people chatting filled the sidewalks. The driver, still casual but a bit more quiet this time, kept his eyes on the road. His hand tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, and he glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "So, headed to the university, huh? It’s a busy spot. Lots of bright minds over there. Hope you’re not too stressed about whatever’s taking you there." A brief pause, then with a small chuckle, he added, "The trip will be $12, by the way. You all set for that?" <<if $money >= 12>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi U Destination]]<</if>> [[Actually, I’m short on cash.|Taxi U Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> The taxi bumped along uneven roads as we approached the more run-down parts of the city. The driver’s incessant chatter filled the car, a mix of local gossip and strange stories. His voice was almost soothing despite the rough ride. About halfway to the slums, his tone shifted, and he glanced back at me with a more cautious expression. "Listen, no offense, but this area's full of trouble. You sure you're not planning anything shady down there? And... you’ve got enough cash to cover the fare, right?” He added, “It’ll be $10 for the trip.” <<if $money >= 10>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi S Destination]] <</if>> [[Actually, I’m short on cash.|Taxi S Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As soon as the driver hears that I have the money for the fare, he seems relieved and says, "Great! That’s good to hear." He then resumes his monologue, chatting incessantly about how driving a taxi is more of a hobby for him. According to him, he has a regular job and only does this on the side to pass the time. The drive continues with him sharing mundane stories about his work and life, while I listen politely, nodding occasionally. The conversation doesn’t particularly capture my interest, but his easy-going manner is somewhat soothing. Eventually, we arrive at the neighborhood area. The taxi comes to a halt, and I hand over the $10 for the fare. I thank the driver with a smile, "Thanks for the ride!", and step out of the cab. The driver gives a friendly wave as I walk away, leaving me to continue with my day in the neighborhood. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $money -= 10>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi N BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> I turned to the driver, my face flushed with frustration. "Get me out of this car now. I want to leave!" I demanded, my voice steady despite the tension. It was a mistake to defy him. In an instant, his hand struck my face with a stinging force, leaving me disoriented. The sharp pain snapped me out of my anger, and I recoiled, my vision blurring for a moment. "You’ve picked the wrong option," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Without hesitation, he grabbed me, his rough hands tearing at my clothes. I tried to resist, but his strength overpowered me as he threw me onto the back seat. He looked at me with a disgusted sneer. "People like you make me sick. I don’t even want to have sex with you," he said, his tone dripping with contempt. The revulsion in his voice was palpable, and his words cut deeper than any physical blow. My heart pounded in my chest, the fear and humiliation overwhelming. I was trapped, my dignity stripped away along with my clothes, facing a situation far worse than I had anticipated. After delivering another stinging slap across my face, I winced in pain and shock. The driver’s harshness was unrelenting, and the fear that had initially gripped me tightened like a vise. "You better get into position," he commanded with a chilling firmness. "Get on your hands and knees, and lean against the car. Do it now, or you'll get another one." My vision swam, and my head was spinning from the force of the previous blow. With my heart pounding, I complied, trembling as I positioned myself as ordered. The rough texture of the car's surface pressed against my skin, amplifying my discomfort and dread. The driver’s presence loomed over me, and I heard the sound of his belt being unfastened. He removed his shoe and his pants, exposing himself. I then felt a sharp, intrusive pressure at my rear. He inserted a toe into me, his movements deliberate and invasive. As he did so, he began to masturbate, his hand moving rhythmically. "This is what you get for defying me," he muttered, as his foot moved rhythmically, thrusting forward and back with a disturbing persistence. The sensation was both humiliating and uncomfortable, making my entire body tense in response to the unwanted contact. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\humiliation\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he finished, without a word, he grabbed my clothes and tossed them carelessly out of the car. The cold air hit my skin as he shoved me out after them. I stumbled, barely catching myself before hitting the ground, the shock still numbing my senses. "Bastard," I muttered under my breath, trying to gather my clothes with trembling hands. The sound of the engine roaring back to life snapped me out of my daze. He sped off, tires screeching as he disappeared into the night, leaving me in the dimly lit, desolate alley. I quickly threw on my clothes, my heart racing with adrenaline. My hands fumbled with the buttons, but I had to get out of there. The silence around me felt heavy, as if the walls themselves were closing in. Once dressed, I hurried away from the empty lot, my mind racing with what had just happened. I needed to get out of there as fast as possible, leaving the dark alley—and that awful experience—behind me. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $taxiHumiliation = true>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As soon as the driver hears that I have the money for the fare, he seems relieved and says, "Great! That’s good to hear." He then resumes his monologue, chatting incessantly about how driving a taxi is more of a hobby for him. According to him, he has a regular job and only does this on the side to pass the time. The drive continues with him sharing mundane stories about his work and life, while I listen politely, nodding occasionally. The conversation doesn’t particularly capture my interest, but his easy-going manner is somewhat soothing. Eventually, we arrive at the neighborhood area. The taxi comes to a halt, and I hand over the $10 for the fare. I thank the driver with a smile, "Thanks for the ride!", and step out of the cab. The driver gives a friendly wave as I walk away, leaving me to continue with my day in the neighborhood. <<link "Go to city center" "City Center">> <</link>> <<set $money -= 10>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi C BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Go to city center" "City Center">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

I take a moment to study the menu at the club's bar, considering the options before making my choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/vodka_soda.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Vodka Soda"/> [[Order a Vodka Soda ($4.00)|OrderVodkaSoda]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/rum_coke.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Rum & Coke"/> [[Order a Rum & Coke ($5.00)|OrderRumCoke]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/margarita.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Margarita"/> [[Order a Margarita ($6.00)|OrderMargarita]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/paloma.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Paloma"/> [[Order a Paloma ($6.00)|OrderPaloma]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/cosmopolitan.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Cosmopolitan"/> [[Order a Cosmopolitan ($7.00)|OrderCosmopolitan]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/gin_fizz.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Gin Fizz"/> [[Order a Gin Fizz ($7.00)|OrderGinFizz]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/whiskey_highball.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Whiskey Highball"/> [[Order a Whiskey Highball ($7.00)|OrderWhiskeyHighball]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/tequila_margarita.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Tequila Margarita"/> [[Order a Tequila Margarita ($8.00)|OrderTequilaMargarita]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\outside\club\menu/sex_on_the_beach.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Sex on the Beach"/> [[Order a Sex on the Beach ($9.00)|OrderSexOnTheBeach]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the bar|ClubBar]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg"/> You decide on a Vodka Soda and place your order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins preparing your drink, pouring a generous amount of vodka over ice before topping it off with a splash of soda. The sound of the liquid mixing with the ice is barely audible over the thumping music and the bustling crowd. You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere surrounds you. The Vodka Soda is crisp and invigorating, with the vodka's sharpness balanced by the refreshing bubbles of the soda. As you sip the drink, you feel a pleasant buzz start to settle in, blending smoothly with the vibrant energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg"/> You decide on a Rum and Coke and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a knowing smile and starts mixing your drink. He pours a generous amount of dark rum over ice and then tops it off with a splash of Coca-Cola. The fizz of the Coke mixes with the rich aroma of the rum, creating a tantalizing blend of scents. You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the atmosphere is electric with the sounds of the club. The Rum and Coke is sweet and slightly spicy, with the rum's bold flavors balanced by the smooth, caramel notes of the Coke. As you sip the drink, you can feel the warmth of the alcohol start to relax your senses and enhance your enjoyment of the night. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Margarita"/> You decide on a Margarita and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a nod and starts preparing your drink. He shakes up a mix of tequila, lime juice, and a touch of triple sec, then strains it into a salt-rimmed glass filled with ice. The tangy aroma of lime and the sharpness of tequila blend together, creating a refreshing and invigorating scent. You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the energy of the club surrounds you. The Margarita is tangy and zesty, with the tequila providing a strong kick that’s perfectly balanced by the sweetness of the triple sec and the sour lime. As you sip the drink, you can feel the coolness of the ice and the buzz of the alcohol begin to elevate your mood, adding to the excitement of the night. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 6>> <<set $drunkenness += 20>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Paloma"/> You decide on a Paloma and place your order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins to craft your drink. He pours a generous amount of tequila over ice and adds a splash of fresh grapefruit juice, then tops it off with a dash of soda water. A slice of lime and a pinch of salt are added to the rim of the glass, enhancing the drink's vibrant appearance and aroma. You take your Paloma and find a spot at the bar, where the club's energetic atmosphere surrounds you. The Paloma is crisp and refreshing, with the tequila providing a robust base that’s beautifully complemented by the tangy grapefruit and the effervescence of the soda water. Each sip is a perfect balance of sweet, sour, and salty, making it a delightful and invigorating drink. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 6>> <<set $drunkenness += 20>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Cosmopolitan"/> You decide on a Cosmopolitan and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a knowing smile and begins to prepare your cocktail. He starts by shaking together a generous amount of vodka, a splash of triple sec, a squeeze of fresh lime juice, and a dash of cranberry juice. The mixture is shaken vigorously to chill and blend the ingredients before being strained into a chilled martini glass. You take your Cosmopolitan and find a spot at the bar, where the club’s lively energy buzzes around you. The Cosmopolitan is elegant and refreshing, with the vodka providing a smooth base, while the cranberry juice and lime juice offer a perfect balance of sweet and tangy flavors. Each sip is a sophisticated treat, leaving a pleasant aftertaste and enhancing your enjoyment of the night. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Gin Fizz"/> You decide on a Gin Fizz and place your order at the bar. The bartender nods and starts crafting your cocktail. He combines a generous pour of gin with fresh lemon juice, a touch of simple syrup, and a splash of soda water. The mixture is shaken well with ice to ensure it's perfectly chilled and then topped with a fizzy splash of soda water. You take your Gin Fizz and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere of the club surrounds you. The Gin Fizz is refreshing and effervescent, with the zesty lemon and the smooth gin creating a delightful balance of flavors. The bubbles from the soda water add a lively fizz that enhances the drink's crisp, clean finish, making it an invigorating choice for a night out. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Whiskey Highball"/> You decide on a Whiskey Highball and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a nod and begins preparing your drink. He pours a generous measure of whiskey over ice in a highball glass and then tops it off with a splash of soda water. The refreshing bubbles mingle with the deep, rich flavors of the whiskey, creating a simple yet satisfying cocktail. You take your Whiskey Highball and find a place at the bar, surrounded by the lively energy of the club. The drink is smooth and pleasantly effervescent, with the whiskey’s robust character balanced by the crispness of the soda water. Each sip is both invigorating and soothing, enhancing your enjoyment of the night. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Tequila Margarita"/> You decide on a Tequila Margarita and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a friendly nod and starts crafting your drink. He combines a generous pour of tequila with fresh lime juice and a touch of orange liqueur, shaking it well before straining it into a glass rimmed with salt. The tangy lime and smooth tequila create a vibrant, flavorful mix, while the salted rim adds a savory contrast. You take your Tequila Margarita and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere of the club surrounds you. The Margarita is refreshing and zesty, with a perfect balance of tart lime and sweet tequila. The salt on the rim adds a delightful touch that enhances the overall experience, making each sip both invigorating and enjoyable. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 8>> <<set $drunkenness += 20>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/drink.jpg" alt="Sex on the Beach"/> You decide on a Sex on the Beach and place your order at the bar. The bartender gives you a wink and begins to prepare your drink. He pours a mix of vodka, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice over ice, then adds a splash of orange juice for a fruity twist. The vibrant red color of the cocktail is eye-catching, and the sweet, tangy aroma fills the air. You take your Sex on the Beach and find a spot at the bar, immersed in the lively ambiance of the club. The drink is sweet and fruity, with a pleasant mix of peach, cranberry, and orange flavors. Each sip is a refreshing burst of flavor, making it an enjoyable choice for a night out. [[Finish your drink and return to the club|ClubBar]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_bar.jpg"/> I was sitting at the bar in the noisy club, trying to enjoy my drink and ignore the chaos around me. The music pulsed through the room, a constant backdrop to the laughter and chatter of the crowd. I was lost in my own thoughts, nursing my drink and savoring a rare moment of solitude. However, my peace was soon interrupted. A guy, slightly older than me and dressed in a well-worn leather jacket, seemed determined to get my attention. At first, he lingered at a distance, but his gaze was persistent, and I could feel his eyes on me despite my efforts to ignore him. I tried to focus on the bartender mixing drinks, hoping he'd get the hint. But it wasn't long before he took the seat right next to me, invading my personal space. He leaned in slightly, his voice raised to be heard over the music. <img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_pickup.jpg"/> “Hey there,” he said, flashing a confident smile. “I’m Jake. Mind if I join you?” I glanced at him, trying to mask my annoyance with a polite smile. “I’m just here to enjoy my drink,” I replied, hoping to deter him without being rude. Jake didn't seem to take the hint. He leaned in closer, clearly intent on striking up a conversation. “Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve seen you around here before. What’s your name?” I sighed internally, wishing for a quieter spot or perhaps a more unobtrusive interaction. Despite my attempts to brush him off, it was clear that he wasn't going to give up easily. “Not interested,” I said firmly, turning slightly away to signal that I wanted to be left alone. But Jake, undeterred, continued to engage, his persistence bordering on pushy. “Oh, come on. We could have a great time. Just one drink, and I promise I’ll be on my way.” <ul> <li>[[Alright, just one drink|Club Accept Drink]]</li> <li>[[I’d prefer to be left alone|ClubBar]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_pickup.jpg"/> I reluctantly agreed, saying, “I’ll only have one drink, and don’t expect anything more.” Jake flashed an audacious grin but responded with, “Of course, sweetheart.” He then signaled the bartender with a casual wave. The noise of the club made it hard to hear their exchange, but I caught glimpses of Jake gesturing and the bartender nodding. Moments later, the bartender placed two large, colorful cocktails in front of us. The drinks were a pair of potent Long Island Iced Teas, their glasses filled to the brim with a murky mix of spirits and garnished with a slice of lemon and a cherry. Jake picked up his glass with a grin and said, “Cheers, let’s make a toast.” He clinked his glass against mine. I lifted my glass and, forcing a strained smile, managed a subdued, “Cheers,” before taking a sip. The strong alcohol burned my throat, but I tried to mask my discomfort. As the evening wore on, Jake regaled me with tales of his supposed exploits and adventures, saying things like, “You wouldn’t believe the crazy things I’ve done!” His stories blended into the background noise of the club. Despite my initial resistance, the effects of the alcohol began to loosen my grip on my reservations. Noticing this, Jake gave the bartender another nod and said, “Can we get another round of these?” The idea of just one drink had already faded from my mind. The bartender soon returned with another round of the same strong cocktails, placing them in front of us. As he set down the glasses, he shot Jake a knowing wink. Jake’s grin widened as he said, “See? I told you we’d have a great time.” I took a deep breath, realizing that my evening was taking a turn I hadn’t quite anticipated. <<set $drunkenness += 50>><<set $currentTime = 6>> [[Start on the second cocktail|Club Continue Drink]] <<link "I’m not feeling well and need to leave" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_pickup.jpg"/> I managed a smile and started on the second cocktail, letting its strong flavors wash over me. As I drank, I noticed my vision growing a bit blurry, but I attributed it to the effects of the alcohol. Jake, sitting next to me, seemed to inch his barstool closer, making his presence more pronounced. His voice became clearer amidst the noise of the club. “That’s it, enjoy it. You’re really starting to loosen up,” he said with a smirk. I finished what I thought was my second drink, only to find a full glass placed before me. I realized Jake must have ordered another round while I was distracted. I sighed, my head beginning to swim from the combination of strong drinks and Jake’s incessant chatter. As I struggled to focus, Jake noticed my discomfort. “You don’t look so great. How about we get some fresh air? A smoke might help you feel better,” he suggested, his tone carrying a false note of concern. Feeling that the fresh air could indeed be beneficial, I agreed, despite the swirling haze of my surroundings. <img src="img/locations/outside/club/club_blur.jpg"/> Jake helped me navigate through the crowded, noisy club, and we finally made it outside. The cold night air hit me, but everything felt hazy and surreal. The sharp contrast to the hot, stuffy club didn’t seem to clear my mind as much as I’d hoped; instead, everything felt like it was fading into a fog. The next thing I remember is being in a taxi, the city lights blurring past the windows. Rain poured heavily outside, streaming down the glass and distorting the view of the passing streets. The dull hum of the engine was a constant background noise, and my head felt heavy, like I was sinking deeper into the seat. Everything around me became a soft, distant echo. Then, a sudden blank—nothing. <img src="img/locations/outside/club/taxi.jpg"/> When I came to, I was lying face down on a bed, the cool sheets beneath me a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. I felt oddly secure in that moment, as if the weight of the day had finally lifted, and a sense of safety washed over me. Exhausted and still in a fog, I let myself slip away again into the comfort of unconsciousness. The next thing I remember is someone starting to pull down my panties. I was in such a state that I couldn't even move, let alone say anything. Instead, I quietly began to moan, a low sound escaping my lips. "Shh," a voice whispered as the panties were removed, "Just relax." After that, someone climbed on top of me and started sliding their cock into my pussy while I continued lying face-down in the pillow. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps, each thrust causing a shiver to run through me. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bar_hit_on\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Moments later, I was flipped over, and through my blurry vision, I saw Jake’s face hovering above me. He removed my top, exposing my small breasts. "So beautiful," he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. He then laid me on my back, spread my legs, and said with a smirk, "You've got a nice slit," before starting to fuck me. My bare feet were swinging in the air while I was being fucked in the missionary position, and I tried to hold onto Jake's thighs with my hands. "Hold on tight," he instructed, his grip tightening as he continued. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\bar_hit_on\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, Jake pulled his cock out of my slit and came all over my stomach. I fell asleep again. After some time, Jake roughly shook me awake and began dressing me with little regard for my comfort. His movements were brusque as he yanked my clothes over me. "Get up, we’re going," he said harshly, clearly frustrated. I tried to help, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Once I was dressed, Jake called a taxi. He crouched down in front of me, his expression stern. "Where do you live?" he demanded. I mumbled my address incoherently, and he frowned but seemed to understand enough. The taxi arrived soon after. Jake dragged me out of the building and roughly shoved me into the back of the cab. "Just get in," he ordered, pushing me forward. He paid the driver with a grunt and slammed the door shut behind me. I slumped into the seat and quickly fell asleep again. I was jolted awake by a harsh shake from the taxi driver. "Wake up, we’re here," he growled. My legs felt unsteady as I tried to get out of the car. "Get out, you little whore," he snapped, clearly annoyed. I stumbled out onto the pavement, the cold air stinging my skin. With every shaky step, I made my way to my front door, feeling disoriented and exhausted as I finally reached home. <<link "Go home" "entrance of the house">> <</link>> <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $drunkenness += 100>><<set $clubJake = true>>

Exiting the restroom stall, I found myself face-to-face with a brunette in a black dress standing at the sink, washing her hands. She was slightly shorter than me, and for a moment, I felt a pang of discomfort, worrying that she might have heard what had just transpired in the stall. The thought of her possibly knowing about my recent actions made me feel self-conscious. Quickly gathering my composure, I adjusted my skirt and moved over to the adjacent sink. I turned on the tap, trying to focus on the task at hand as I washed my hands. The cool water felt refreshing, and I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I glanced briefly at the brunette in the mirror, trying to avoid any awkward eye contact as I finished up and prepared to leave the restroom. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> An awkward silence hung in the restroom, broken only by the sound of running water from the sink. After finishing washing my hands, I turned to head towards the exit. Just as I was about to leave, the girl suddenly grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face her. She looked at me with a bold, challenging expression and said, "Did you have a good time in the restroom, sweetheart?" Her words caught me off guard, leaving me feeling even more self-conscious as I struggled to respond. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her hands began to boldly explore my waist, her touch both assertive and invasive. She leaned in closer, her gaze intense as she spoke, her voice dripping with disdain. "Masturbating in a public restroom is so unsanitary and tacky. You’re such a bad girl." Her words stung, amplifying my embarrassment. I was caught off guard by her unexpected confrontation, the heat rising to my cheeks. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to regain my composure as I mumbled, "It’s... it’s my personal business." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> [[Push her away and run out of the restroom|Club Pulse]] [[Stand still and let her continue touching you|Club Isla Touch]]

The girl's hand slid across my crotch, sending a shiver through me. As she moved closer, her lips almost touching mine, I felt a sudden pressure on my chest. Before I could react, she pushed me gently, and I found myself sitting on the wet edge of the sink, my body jolted by the unexpected movement. I looked up at her, my heart racing as I tried to process the sudden shift in the situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I sat obediently on the wet edge of the sink, watching as the girl slowly lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights. The cold, damp surface beneath me only heightened my discomfort. She then looked at me with a stern expression and said, "Bad girls need to be taught a lesson." With that, she grabbed the waistband of my panties and began pulling them upwards. The elastic bit into my skin, pressing uncomfortably against my slit. I shifted uneasily, the sensation of the tight fabric adding to my growing embarrassment and discomfort. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I started to mumble, trying to protest, "I'm not a bad girl, and this is completely unacceptable." But before I could say more, she suddenly yanked my panties sharply upwards. The elastic dug painfully into my slit, making me wince. She looked at me with a stern expression and said, "Bad girls can only speak when they’re asked." Her words stung almost as much as the discomfort from the tight fabric, leaving me feeling both humiliated and powerless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She roughly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the sink. I stumbled slightly as she spun me around and bent me over, my upper body resting on the cold, wet surface of the sink. The uncomfortable position made it hard to balance, but I barely had a moment to adjust before she grabbed the waistband of my panties again, pulling them taut. She looked at me with a harsh glare and said, "I’m going to teach this cocky little bitch a lesson." With that, she began to spank me, each slap landing firmly on my exposed bottom. The sharp sting of her hand combined with the cold of the sink added to the intense mix of sensations, making the situation feel even more humiliating. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was bent over the sink, trying to steady myself as my upper body pressed against the cold, wet surface. Suddenly, the girl moved the waistband of my panties to the side, exposing me completely. The air felt chillier against my bare skin, and I shivered as she continued her actions. She began to knead my buttocks roughly, her hands exploring with an almost clinical curiosity. I winced at her touch, the pressure from her fingers adding to my discomfort. After a moment, she spread my cheeks apart, her eyes scanning the exposed areas with intense interest. With a smirk, she leaned in closer and said, "Well, well, what a curious little sight." Her words only heightened my sense of exposure and embarrassment. I could feel her gaze lingering as she continued to inspect me, her touch both intrusive and unsettling. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She continued to spank me several more times, each slap landing firmly and turning my bottom a vivid red. The sting was sharp, and I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. With a commanding tone, she said, "I’ll explain to you what a public restroom is really for." Grabbing me by the waist, she lifted me to my feet. Still holding me with one hand on my back, she guided me towards the stall. My panties hung around my knees, making it difficult for me to move smoothly. I stumbled slightly as I awkwardly shuffled into the stall, my legs working hard to navigate the confined space. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She shoved me roughly into the stall, making me sit down on the cold, hard toilet seat. The harshness of her movements only heightened my discomfort. She then commanded me in a cold, authoritative tone, "Pull your panties down further and spread your legs wide." I hesitated for a moment before lowering my panties to my ankles, feeling the exposed air against my bare skin. I reluctantly spread my legs wide, trying to make sense of the situation. Once she saw that I had complied, she spoke with a mix of disdain and reprimand, "A public restroom is for people to relieve themselves, not for some little tramp to sit here and pleasure herself." She then gave me a firm order, "Go on, use the toilet properly. Pee in it." I mumbled weakly, "I don’t want to right now." Her expression hardened, and she replied with a no-nonsense tone, "You’re not leaving here until you do what I say." With a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, I looked up into her eyes. I felt a tight knot in my stomach, but with a tense effort, I managed to release a small stream of pee, feeling the warmth trickling down as I did. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She watched me with a peculiar expression, her eyes fixed on me as I peed. Her gaze felt invasive, making the experience even more uncomfortable. Once I finished, she said, "We need to reinforce this lesson." Without warning, she grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled me out of the stall. I stumbled as she dragged me back to the sink and bent me over it again, my body pressed awkwardly against the cold surface. She then retrieved a hard black spanking paddle from her bag. Holding it firmly in her hand, she began to spank me with it, each smack landing with a sharp, stinging impact. As she continued, she commented, "Let this be a reminder that public restrooms are for their intended use, not for you to act out your little fantasies." Each slap of the paddle was accompanied by her commentary, adding to the humiliation and discomfort of the situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My bottom was burning intensely from the repeated strikes of the paddle, and I desperately pleaded, "Please, stop! It’s too much!" After a few more harsh spanks, she decided it was enough and put the paddle back into her bag with a decisive motion. She then sat down right in front of me, my body still bent awkwardly over the sink. With a cold, clinical expression, she looked at me and said, "To ensure the lesson sticks, we need to apply both punishment and reward." Before I could react or say anything more, she suddenly inserted a finger into me. The unexpected intrusion made me gasp as she began to explore with deliberate, probing movements. As she did, she remarked, "Just as I thought, you're all wet." Her finger moved rhythmically, and the touch, though unexpected, was methodical and aimed at eliciting a reaction. The combination of her comments and the invasive probing only heightened my discomfort and sense of vulnerability. After that, she lifted herself up slightly, her fingers gently brushing over my bottom. She carefully slipped two fingers into my slit, and in no time, she made me climax. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After the orgasm, my legs were trembling uncontrollably. She gently lifted me to my feet and guided me to sit on the cold, damp sink. "Did you understand the lesson?" she asked, her breath warm and ticklish against my ear. I mumbled, barely able to speak, "Yes, I understood." With a sultry smile, she pressed her lips to mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Her kiss was intense and lingering, leaving me breathless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\club\isla\toilet\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once she pulled away, she straightened up and said, "Get yourself cleaned up." I quickly fumbled to adjust my panties and smooth down my skirt, my hands trembling slightly. After a moment, she unlocked the restroom door and, as she was about to leave, turned back and said, "By the way, my name is Isla. I hope we’ll see each other again, sweetheart." Feeling a swirl of emotions, I gathered myself and stepped out of the restroom, heading toward the club with a mind full of thoughts and sensations. [[Leave the restroom|Club Pulse]] <<set $restroomIsla = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img/locations/outside\club/dancefloor_dance.jpg"/> I hit the dance floor, and the music immediately grabs me. The beat pulses through my body, and I lose myself in the rhythm. The lights flash in sync with the music, creating a dazzling array of colors that swirl around me. I feel the music guiding my movements, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The crowd is a chaotic blend of exhilaration and excess. People are everywhere—some are clearly enjoying themselves, while others are visibly intoxicated or high. The atmosphere is electric, but it also has an edge. Every now and then, I feel hands brushing against me, and occasionally someone grabs my backside. It’s annoying, but I do my best to ignore it and keep dancing, focusing on the rhythm and the fun I’m having. Despite the occasional unwanted touch, I’m determined not to let it spoil my night. The music, the lights, and the sheer thrill of the dance floor keep me going. I’m here to enjoy myself, and nothing’s going to take that away from me. [[Return to the Club|Club Pulse]]

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg"/> The screen transitions to a sleek, colorful interface of a dating app. Various profiles and potential matches are displayed, each with a brief description and photo. [[Browse Profiles|BrowseProfiles]] <<link "Go back">><<run Engine.backward()>><</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg"/> I scrolled through the dating app, swiping past various profiles with smiling faces and generic bios. Each new face seemed to blend into the next, but few of them stood out, catching my attention with their intriguing photos or unique descriptions, making me pause to take a closer look. <ul> <<if !$parkAlexMeet>><li><<link "Message Alex" "Message Alex">> <</link>></li><</if>> <li><<link "Go back">><<run Engine.backward()>><</link>></li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/mall_bench_view.jpg"/> I take a seat on the cold metal bench, feeling a brief relief from the weight on my feet. The coolness of the seat seeps through my clothes, but the rest is welcome after walking around the mall. I lean back and look around, noticing the steady flow of shoppers passing by, each caught up in their own world. For a moment, I close my eyes and let the distant chatter and faint background music blend into a soothing hum. The air smells faintly of pretzels and coffee from the nearby food court. <<if !$mallbenchWallet>> As I stretch out my legs, my foot brushes against something beneath the bench. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Stand up and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> <<if !$mallbenchWallet>> <li>[[Check what’s under the bench|Check Mall Bench Item]]</li> <</if>> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/mall_bench_view_under.jpg"/> Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly crouch down, bending over to peer underneath the bench. My eyes catch something small and dark tucked away in the shadows. Reaching further, I spot a black leather wallet, slightly scuffed but otherwise in good condition, lying abandoned on the floor. I glance around to see if anyone might have dropped it recently, but no one seems to be paying attention. The wallet sits there, waiting for someone to notice. My mind races with possibilities, but I know I have to decide what to do next. <ul> <li>[[Pick up the wallet and check what’s inside|Inspect Wallet]]</li> <li>[[Ignore it. It’s not my business, leave the wallet where it is|Mall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/wallet_open_view.jpg"/> I decide to open the wallet, my fingers trembling slightly as I wonder what I might find inside. To my surprise, there are several crisp hundred-dollar bills neatly tucked into one of the compartments, along with a few credit cards. Unfortunately, there are no ID cards or documents that could tell me who the wallet belongs to. For a moment, I just stare at the cash, feeling a surge of temptation. It would be easy to just take the money and leave the wallet behind. No one would ever know. But then again, part of me knows there might be consequences if I’m caught with someone else’s money. <ul> <li>[[Take the money and toss the wallet back under the bench|Wallet Mall Steal]]</li> <li>[[Take the money and take the wallet to the security room and see if there's a reward|Wallet Mall Steal Reward]]</li> <li>[[Take the wallet to the security room|Mall Security Room]]</li> </ul> <<set $mallbenchWallet = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/wallet_open_view.jpg"/> After a moment of hesitation, I make my decision. I kneel down and carefully open the wallet, quickly counting the cash inside. There’s $750 in total—more than I expected. I slip the bills out of the wallet and quickly shove them into my pocket, glancing around to make sure no one’s watching. My heart races, adrenaline surging as I toss the now empty wallet back under the bench, exactly where I found it. I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, but the thought of the extra cash quiets that nagging feeling. It’s done now, and there’s no turning back. With one last look at the wallet lying forgotten on the ground, I stand up and prepare to move on. <ul> <li>[[Walk back into the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul> <<set $money += 750>><<set $mallbenchWalletsteal = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $mallsecurityOk = true>>

I explain that I found a wallet in the mall. The guard nods and asks, "Can I see the wallet, please?" I hand it to him, and he quickly examines it. "Alright," he says, "I need you to come with me to the next room." I raise an eyebrow, asking, "Why?" He responds, "It's standard procedure. I just need to take your statement and then you'll be free to go." I agree, saying, "Okay, no problem." I follow him into the adjacent room, prepared to provide any necessary information. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_interrogation_room.jpg"/> I step into the adjacent room with the guard. He gestures toward a chair in the corner, indicating where I should sit. I take a seat on the plain, wooden chair, while he settles into a comfortable chair across from me. He pulls out a pen and a sheet of paper, preparing to take my statement. "Please, go ahead and explain what happened," he says, his tone professional but curious. I take a deep breath and begin, "I was just sitting on a bench in the mall’s rest area. When I got up, I accidentally bumped into something with my foot. It turned out to be a wallet, so I decided to bring it here to the security room." The guard nods, his pen poised over the paper as he listens intently. "I see," he responds. "Do you remember exactly where you found it? Was there anything else around it?" I recall the details and continue, "It was under the bench in the rest area. There was nothing else around it—just the wallet." He takes notes, asking a few more clarifying questions as he records my statement. The atmosphere is calm and professional, and I answer each question honestly, hoping that everything will be sorted out quickly. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After taking down my statement, the guard says, "I’ll need to step out for a moment. Please wait here." He exits the room, leaving me alone. <<if !$mallbenchWalletsteal>> <ul> <li>[[Wait for the security guard|Wait for Guard]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <ul> <li>[[Wait for the security guard|Wait for Guard Steal]]</li> <li>[[Try to escape|Escape Attempt Security]]</li> </ul> <<endif>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/wallet_open_view.jpg"/> After a moment of hesitation, I make my decision. I kneel down and carefully open the wallet, quickly counting the cash inside. There’s $750 in total—more than I expected. I slip the bills out of the wallet and quickly shove them into my pocket, glancing around to make sure no one’s watching. My heart races, adrenaline surging as I toss the now empty wallet back under the bench, exactly where I found it. With a smirk, I think to myself that maybe there’s a reward for honest citizens. I decide to take the wallet to the security room. Who knows, maybe they have something for people who turn in lost items. <ul> <li>[[Take the wallet to the security room and see if there's a reward|Mall Security Room]]</li> </ul> <<set $mallbenchWalletsteal = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $money += 750>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_interrogation_room.jpg"/> After a few minutes, the guard returns. He gives me a reassuring nod and says, "I’ve checked everything, and it’s all in order. Thank you for your honesty." He offers a polite smile and continues, "You’re free to go now. We appreciate your integrity in bringing this wallet to us." I thank him and, feeling a sense of relief, head back to the mall. The incident is resolved, and I’m glad to have done the right thing. <ul> <li>[[Return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul> <<set $mallsecurityOk = true>>

I started to feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. Regret hit me hard as I thought about the money I had taken from the wallet. I regretted bringing the wallet to the security room and decided I needed to get out before things got worse. I gathered my courage and slowly stood up from the chair. Moving quietly, I made my way to the door, hoping to slip out unnoticed. However, as I reached the door and turned the handle, I discovered to my dismay that it was locked. My heart raced as I tried to keep my composure, but panic was creeping in. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Realizing that my attempt to escape had failed, I quietly returned to the chair, trying to calm my nerves and think of my next move. The weight of my decision was heavy, and the situation felt increasingly precarious. <ul> <li>[[Wait for the guard to return|Wait for Guard Steal]]</li> </ul>

The minutes dragged on painfully slow as I sat in the small, dimly lit room, my nerves frayed with each tick of the clock. The silence was almost unbearable, and my mind was filled with the growing dread of what might happen next. Just as I thought I couldn’t stand the tension any longer, the door creaked open, and the security guard walked in. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He made his way to his comfortable chair and settled into it with a sigh, clearly unfazed by the situation. He took the statement I’d provided earlier and began reviewing it, his eyes scanning the page carefully. After a moment, he looked up and addressed me, "Is there anything else you might have forgotten to mention? It’s important that we have all the details." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my eyes dropping to the floor. I mumbled softly, "I’ve already told you everything I know." The guard nodded slowly, his expression unreadable as he said, "Alright, if you’re sure about that. Now, I need to conduct a quick search as part of our procedure." He rose from his chair and gestured towards me with a firm hand. "Please stand up and spread your arms out to the sides, miss. This is a standard procedure to ensure everything is in order." I reluctantly complied, standing up and stretching my arms out as instructed. The guard moved behind me and began his search. His hands were methodical and professional, first gliding over my waist, feeling for any hidden items. I could feel his fingers probing gently but thoroughly, causing a shiver to run down my spine. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He then moved to my arms, running his hands up and down both of them with the same careful scrutiny. His touch was impersonal, but each motion seemed to stretch the minutes even further. The search felt endless, each second dragging as he continued his examination. After conducting a preliminary search, the guard said, "Please remove your jacket and hand me your handbag." I complied, carefully sliding off my jacket and passing it to him along with my handbag. I then took a seat on the chair opposite his desk. The guard placed the items on the desk and began to scrutinize them with a keen eye. He opened my handbag and methodically examined its contents. When he reached my wallet, he briefly glanced inside but remained silent, his face betraying no emotion. After he finished inspecting my belongings, he turned back to me and instructed, "Alright, please stand up and spread your arms out again." With a sense of apprehension, I stood up and extended my arms as directed. This time, the guard's search was more intrusive. His hands roamed over my body with a rougher touch. He moved his hands over my waist and down my sides with a firm grip. When his hands began to explore my chest, I felt a rush of unease. I took a step back and firmly said, "This is unacceptable. Please stop." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Hearing this, the guard took a step back and, with a sudden shift in demeanor, began to speak. "While I was away, I reviewed the surveillance footage," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "And let me tell you, stealing from others is what’s truly unacceptable, miss. You’d better not make your situation worse." He then commanded, "Now, please remove your shoes and hand them to me." Realizing the gravity of my mistake, I quickly complied, sliding off my shoes and handing them over while standing barefoot. The guard examined the shoes thoroughly, scrutinizing every inch. After a quick inspection, he turned back to me and said, "Now, your dress, miss." I was taken aback by his words, my heart racing as I processed what he had said. I hesitated, asking, "Do I really need to remove the dress? I’m not wearing a bra." The guard replied coldly, "That’s your problem, miss, if you choose to go without underwear. Now, please proceed." The guard’s next words jolted me back to reality: "Either you remove the dress and I conduct the search, or I call the police, and they will handle the matter. The difference is that my search won’t be part of your personal record." With a sigh, I reluctantly began to remove my dress, immediately handing it to the guard and using my hands to cover my chest as best as I could. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I stood there in just my panties, the guard quickly inspected my dress. He scrutinized every inch of the fabric before nodding slightly and turning his attention back to me. "Now, your panties, miss," he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me. Realizing that protesting would only make things worse, I took a deep breath and reluctantly pulled my panties down. With trembling hands, I handed them to the guard. "Make it quick," he said, his eyes scanning my exposed form. I was now left standing in front of him, covering my breasts with one hand and my lower body with the other. I could feel my cheeks burning with shame as I struggled to maintain some semblance of modesty. The guard’s eyes flicked over me with a clinical detachment, making me feel even more vulnerable. I shifted nervously, trying to keep myself covered as I waited for his next move. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The guard quickly inspected my panties, his eyes moving over every inch with a clinical detachment. After a brief examination, he looked up and said, "Stand by the desk, spread your legs shoulder-width apart, and lean on the table with your hands." His tone was authoritative and unwavering. I started to protest, my voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Do I really have to do this? This is not right!" I pleaded, hoping he might reconsider. "Well, it’s your choice," the guard replied, his expression remaining stern. He picked up his phone and began dialing, clearly prepared to escalate the situation if necessary. As he greeted the officer on the line, "Hello, this is security at Galleria mall. I have a situation here with a possible theft. I’m about to call in the police." <ul> <li>[[Stop him and continue with the search|Continue Search]]</li> <li>[[Wait for the police to arrive|Bad End 2]]</li> </ul> <<set $corruption += 1>>

I decided it was best not to escalate the situation further. I took a deep breath and asked the guard if he could cancel the call and continue the search. He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly spoke into the phone. "Sorry, this was a false alarm. We'll take care of it ourselves," he said, sounding annoyed. He ended the call with a finality that made me breathe a sigh of relief. "Apologies for the inconvenience," he added, giving me a hard look. "Now, I’m waiting." I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and dread. "Okay, okay," I said, trying to steady my voice. I stood up and positioned myself as he instructed—legs spread shoulder-width apart and hands braced against the table. I hoped this would be over soon. As I waited, the guard was busy rummaging through various shelves and drawers in the room. The sounds of clattering items and the rustle of paper made my anxiety grow. After what felt like an eternity, he returned and knelt behind me. "Alright, let’s proceed with the internal examination," he said, his tone making it clear this was not a pleasant process for either of us. He put on a pair of gloves and applied a generous amount of lubricant to one of his hands. The coldness of the lubricant was shocking as it touched my sensitive skin. I shivered, trying to brace myself. The guard began with a thorough inspection of my vagina. His gloved fingers moved with a cold, clinical precision, exploring every inch. The sensation was invasive and uncomfortable, sending waves of unease through me. My muscles tensed as he probed, making it hard to stay still. After examining my vagina, he shifted his focus to my anus. He gently spread my cheeks apart and applied more lubricant. The intrusion was even more uncomfortable here, and I could feel each movement as his fingers explored. The process was both humiliating and physically unsettling, adding to my growing sense of distress. Throughout the inspection, I tried to keep my breathing steady and my body relaxed, but the intense feelings of vulnerability made it difficult. The discomfort and embarrassment of the situation combined to make the experience overwhelming. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the physical sensations and focus on enduring this ordeal. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After finishing the examination, the guard motioned for me to sit in a chair. I complied, still feeling the discomfort from the intrusive inspection. Sitting naked on the chair, I felt exposed and vulnerable as he approached me, his expression one of cold curiosity. "So, what are we going to do with our little thief?" he asked, his voice laced with a taunting edge. I mumbled, "I made a mistake. It won’t happen again." The guard smirked, clearly unimpressed. "I've heard that lie more times than I can count," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Feeling the weight of his gaze, I asked, "What do you want from me?" He looked me up and down, considering his next words carefully. "Alright, let's make a deal," he said, his eyes narrowing. "I’ll give you two options, little thief. First, you can hand over the stolen $750, and I’ll overlook your offense. It’s your first time, after all." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "Or, if you want to keep some of that money—say, $250—I propose you give me a blowjob." The audacity of his offer left me stunned. I was faced with a choice: surrender all the stolen money and leave humiliated after the rough search or agree to his proposition and keep some of the cash, a significant amount in itself. <ul> <li>[[Agree to his proposition and give a blowjob|Security Money]]</li> <li>[[Give up all the money and leave with nothing|Security No Money]]</li> </ul> <<set $corruption += 1>>

I decided not to continue with the search and let the security guard call the police. As I waited for them to arrive, I quickly put on my clothes, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. The minutes felt like hours as I sat there nervously. Eventually, the sound of sirens filled the air, and officers arrived at the Galleria. The security guard explained the situation to them in a calm but firm manner. "This individual was caught attempting to steal and conceal money from a found wallet," the guard said, handing over the evidence. The officers took me into custody, and as they read me my rights, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. There was ample evidence against me, and I knew the situation was dire. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/prison.jpg"/> After the officers completed their investigation and I was formally charged, the legal process moved quickly. Given the evidence and the seriousness of the crime, I was sentenced to a year in prison. The reality of my situation hit hard, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of regret and fear about the time I would have to serve. "Bad Ending: The Price of Greed" [[Return to the previous choice|Wait for Guard Steal]]

I declined his proposition, firmly stating that I wouldn’t agree to such terms. The guard shrugged, acknowledging my choice. "That’s your right," he said coldly. He then instructed me to return the $750. I took my wallet, removed the money, and handed it over to him. With a nod, he said, "Get dressed. I’ll be leaving now." He then walked out of the room. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_interrogation_room.jpg"/> I quickly put on my clothes, my hands trembling as I tried to regain some semblance of composure. I left the interrogation room and walked past the security guard who was back in the security room, casually monitoring the mall from behind his computer screen. As I passed by him, he called after me, "Just remember, don’t touch other people’s stuff again." I couldn’t think of a reply, so I simply walked out of the security room and made my way back into the mall, feeling a heavy sense of relief mixed with embarrassment. [[Leave the security room|Mall]] <<set $money -= 750>><<set $mallsecurityOk = true>>

I hesitated for a moment before agreeing to the security guard’s proposal. He nodded in approval, then unzipped his pants with a deliberate motion and pulled out his cock. It was a bit larger than I had expected, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> “So, what are you waiting for?” he said, his voice low but commanding. “Get on your knees.” I looked up at him, my heart racing as I slowly lowered myself onto my knees. The cold floor pressed against my skin, and I tried to focus on the task at hand. I glanced up at him nervously, his gaze intense and unyielding. “Come on, don’t be shy,” he encouraged with a smirk. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I leaned forward. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out and tentatively licked his cock. The taste was familiar, and I could feel a flush creeping up my cheeks. With a bit more determination, I took him into my mouth, adjusting my position to suck carefully, trying to follow his subtle guidance. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The security guard pulled his cock out of my mouth, then started to move it around my lips and face. His cock was slick with my saliva, and as he dragged it across my skin, I could feel my own drool making my face wet. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said with a teasing tone, his fingers brushing lightly against my wet cheeks. My face was soon covered in a sheen of my own saliva, each touch of cock leaving a trail of moisture. I could feel the warmth of my embarrassment rising as the guard continued his slow, deliberate movements. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand and directed my head back towards his cock. With a mix of apprehension and resignation, I resumed sucking, my movements tentative but determined. As I worked, my saliva began to flow freely, trickling down my chin and staining my chest. “That’s it, just like that,” he said, his voice encouraging yet firm. “Keep going.” I could feel the warmth of his grip on my hair and the constant flow of drool, making my face and chest slick. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming, and I focused on the rhythm he seemed to desire. He then gripped my head with both hands, his fingers firm and controlling. He guided my head down, forcing it to align tightly with his cock. I could feel the pressure as he adjusted my position, and I tried to keep my balance, my breathing becoming shallow and uneven. “Hold still,” he instructed, his tone both commanding and authoritative. “I want you to take it all.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a moment, the security guard stopped me and said, “I can offer you an extra $250 if you let me fuck you.” His tone was direct, and his gaze held a mixture of desire and expectation. <ul> <li>[[Alright, let’s do it.|Security Sex]]</li> <li>[[I’m not interested in that|Security Cumshot]]</li> </ul> <<set $corruption += 2>>

I agreed to his proposal, and he grabbed my hands, lifting me up from my knees. “Bend over and brace yourself on the table,” he instructed firmly. I nodded and moved to comply with his request. I bent forward, placing my hands on the table for support. As I did, I could feel the cool surface against my palms and noticed that saliva was dripping from my face, leaving a wet trail down to the table. My position felt both exposed and vulnerable, and I braced myself for whatever was to come. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The security guard approached from behind, applying lubricant to my slit before he abruptly entered me. His movements were immediate and forceful, setting a relentless rhythm. “Hold on tight,” he instructed gruffly as he began to thrust with a steady, driving motion. The table I was leaning on proved to be a weak support, shaking with each of his rhythmic thrusts. The tremors from the guard’s movements reverberated through my body, making the table wobble and adding to the overwhelming sensations I was experiencing. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I placed my bare foot on the table, spreading my legs to offer the security guard a better view. As his rhythmic movements continued, I started to feel a rising wave of pleasure. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and command. The room quickly filled with the squelching sounds of our bodies in motion and my muted moans. Each thrust echoed with a wet, rhythmic slap, and my own soft, suppressed sounds of pleasure blended into the cacophony. The intense sensations made it harder to focus, as the pleasure surged through me with each of his deliberate strokes. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Unexpectedly, the security guard withdrew from me and, turning me around, laid my body down on the table. He spread my legs wide, exposing me completely. “Let’s try something different,” he said with a hint of eagerness in his voice. He then began to lick my wet slit with deliberate, practiced motions. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through me, intensifying the sensations I was already experiencing. The new touch brought an added wave of delight, making it harder for me to hold back my soft, breathy moans. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Overwhelmed by pleasure, I tilted my head back, savoring the sensations that surged through me. My moans grew louder, the intense pleasure consuming me completely. Soon, he stopped his oral attention, rising to his feet. He positioned himself behind me again, sliding his cock back into my pussy. As he began to move rhythmically, each thrust was deliberate and forceful. With his free hands, he started to fondle my breasts, his touch adding another layer of stimulation. As the pleasure reached its peak, my cleft made loud, squelching noises with every thrust. I lifted my head and looked back at him with a silly grin on my face, watching with a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction as he continued to thrust into me. The overwhelming sensations, coupled with the wet sounds of my wet slit, created a symphony of pleasure that made it impossible to focus on anything but the intense experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> A little exhausted, the security guard withdrew from me and took a seat on a nearby chair. He looked at me and said, “Come here.” My legs were trembling from the intense experience, and I carefully slid off the table, feeling the cool surface against my skin as I moved. Dropping to all fours, I crawled over to his chair, my movements slow and deliberate due to the lingering sensation of weakness. As I positioned myself in front of him, I could feel the slight soreness from our previous activities, but I pushed through the discomfort. I began to suck his cock, my mouth enveloping him with a mix of anticipation and sensitivity. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I obediently continued to suck while on all fours, my hand gently playing with his balls. The rhythmic motion of my mouth contrasted with the delicate caress of my fingers as I focused on pleasing him. As I worked, I noticed that he was holding a camera and filming me. The sight of the camera made a wave of discomfort ripple through me, but he quickly reassured me, saying, “It’s just for memories. Keep going.” Realizing that this was not the right moment to make a fuss, I swallowed my unease and kept my attention on my task, continuing to pleasure him despite the unsettling revelation. The sensation of his gaze and the clicking of the camera became an added layer of complexity to the experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and stood up from the chair. As I remained on all fours, I shifted to my knees, awaiting his next instructions. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commanded. I obediently complied, opening my mouth wide and extending my tongue. Almost immediately, he released a generous portion of his cum onto my face and into my mouth. My face was quickly covered in a mix of his cum and my own saliva, creating a slick, sticky mess that dripped down onto my chest and pooled around my mouth. Afterward, he instructed me, “Kiss it.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against his device, following his command with a sense of resignation and submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After he had gotten what he wanted, he told me to wipe myself off. I began to clean my face, trying to remove the sticky mixture of his semen and my saliva. “Give me $250 from the $750 you stole,” he said. I reached for my purse and handed him the $250. He looked at me with a satisfied nod and added, “You did a decent job. That’s $500 worth of work.” He then told me to get dressed and said I was free to go before exiting the room. With my legs still trembling, I quickly started to put my clothes back on. Once dressed, I left the interrogation room and made my way to the security office. Inside the security office, the guard was already seated at a computer, watching the surveillance cameras. As I passed by, I heard him say with a smirk, “If you decide to steal something again, make sure it's during my shift.” With that, I exited the security office and returned to the mall, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. [[Leave the security room|Mall]] <<set $money -= 250>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $mallsecuritySex = true>><<set $mallsecurityOk = true>>

I declined his offer, and the security guard, looking somewhat displeased, said, “Fine, if that’s how you want it, then finish what you started.” I nodded, trying to focus as I resumed sucking. The taste of him was still fresh in my mouth, and I did my best to keep my movements steady. Soon, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding me firmly as he thrust forward. I felt him pressing deeply into my throat, and I struggled to keep my breathing steady as he came, the sensation overwhelming as he finished directly in my throat. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\security_room\wallet\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I started to cough uncontrollably, unable to choose whether to swallow or not, as he flooded my throat with his cum. The sensation was intense, and I struggled to manage it. After he finished, he said, “You can get dressed now.” He fastened his pants and then demanded, “Hand over $500 from the $750 you stole.” I took my purse, reached inside, and pulled out the money, handing it over to him. Once he had the cash, he left the room, and I began to get dressed. When I was fully clothed, I left the interrogation room and made my way to the exit. Just before I walked out, I heard the guard’s voice behind me, “Don’t take what doesn’t belong to you again.” I swallowed his words along with my discomfort, leaving the security office and returning to the shopping center. [[Leave the security room|Mall]] <<set $money -= 500>><<set $mallsecurityOk = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I approach a small corner where several vending machines stand side by side, each offering a variety of snacks, drinks, and sweets. The bright lights inside the machines cast a soft glow on the colorful packaging of chips, chocolate bars, and cans of soda. <<if !$mallvendingGirl>> Nearby, a girl who looks about 11 years old stands in front of one of the machines, looking upset. She fidgets with a few coins in her hand, glancing sadly at the vending machine as if something has gone wrong. <</if>> <ul> <li>[[Buy something from the vending machine|Buy from Vending Machine]]</li> <<if !$mallvendingGirl>><li>[[Ask the girl what’s wrong|Ask Girl What Happened]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave and head back to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul>

I stand in front of the vending machine, studying the assortment of snacks and drinks. Each item is brightly lit behind the glass, tempting me with its colorful packaging. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\chips.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a pack of chips ($3.00)|BuyChips]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\soda.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a can of soda ($2.00)|BuySoda]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\chocolate.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a chocolate bar ($2.00)|BuyChocolate]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\water.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a bottle of water ($1.00)|BuyWater]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\candy.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a pack of candy ($2.00)|BuyCandy]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\energydrink.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy an energy drink ($4.00)|BuyEnergyDrink]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\proteinbar.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a protein bar ($3.00)|BuyProteinBar]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\vending\gum.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Buy a pack of gum ($1.00)|BuyGum]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> I approach the sad girl who is nearly in tears, staring at the vending machine. I gently ask, "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" She looks up at me with her tearful eyes and replies, "The machine took my money but didn’t give me the pack of Ligma Balls I wanted." I consider my options for how to help her: <ul> <li>[[Go and search for a technician to fix the vending machine|Search for Technician Mall]]</li> <li>[[Buy a pack of Ligma Balls from a nearby machine to comfort the girl|Buy Girl Ligma Balls]]</li> <li>[[Try to retrieve the stuck candy from the machine yourself through the dispensing slot|Retrieve Candy]]</li> <li>[[Decide it’s not our problem and leave|Mall Rest Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a pack of Crispy chips from the vending machine. With a satisfying click, the machine releases the snack, and I reach in to grab the bag. The bright, colorful packaging crinkles softly in my hands as I tear it open. As I take my first bite, the chips are perfectly crunchy, with just the right amount of salt to make them addictively tasty. Each bite leaves a savory, satisfying flavor lingering on my tongue, making it hard to stop eating. The quiet hum of the vending machine fades into the background as I enjoy my snack, the world around me momentarily disappearing in the simple pleasure of crispy chips. [[Finish your snack and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 3>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a can of SCAM soda from the vending machine. With a mechanical whirr, the machine releases the can, which clinks loudly as it falls into the collection tray. I reach down and grab the cold, metallic surface of the drink, feeling the condensation already forming on the outside. As I open the can, the sharp hiss of carbonation escapes into the air. I take a refreshing sip, and the soda's fizzy, sweet flavor bursts onto my tongue. The bubbles dance in my mouth, and the sugary taste is just the right pick-me-up, with a subtle aftertaste that makes me wonder why it's called SCAM in the first place. The ambient noise of the mall fades as I enjoy the cool, effervescent drink, giving me a moment to pause and savor the refreshment. [[Finish your drink and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a Huila chocolate bar from the vending machine. With a gentle whirr, the machine drops the bar into the tray, and I quickly retrieve it. The packaging feels smooth in my hands, decorated with bold lettering and an image of rich, creamy chocolate. I tear open the wrapper, revealing the bar's dark, glossy surface. As I take my first bite, the chocolate melts almost instantly on my tongue, smooth and rich with a hint of bitterness balanced by sweetness. The filling inside adds a satisfying texture, making each bite feel indulgent and delightful. The vending machine hums softly in the background, but for now, my focus is entirely on the delicious taste of the Huila bar, a small luxury in the middle of the bustling mall. [[Finish your chocolate and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a bottle of Pure Source water from the vending machine. With a quiet thud, the machine releases the bottle, and I reach in to grab it. The clear plastic feels cool to the touch, with small droplets of condensation forming on the outside. I twist the cap open, hearing the crisp crack of the seal breaking, and take a long, refreshing sip. The water is clean, pure, and crisp, instantly quenching my thirst. There's something satisfying about the simplicity of water, and Pure Source lives up to its name with every cooling gulp. As I drink, the soft hum of the vending machine fades into the background, allowing me to focus on the refreshing coolness of the water. <<set $money -= 1>> [[Finish your water and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a pack of Ligma Balls from the vending machine. With a cheerful chime, the machine releases the colorful candy, and I reach in to grab the packet. The packaging is white with playful drawings of the candy balls in various bright colors, making it look as fun as the candy inside. As I open the bag, the sweet, sugary aroma fills the air. I pop a handful of the balls into my mouth—about five or six at once. The sensation of the small, round balls against my tongue is surprisingly pleasant. Each one bursts with a delightful explosion of fruity flavors, and the slight crunch as I bite down adds a satisfying texture. The candy's sweetness and tanginess dance across my taste buds, making each moment of chewing an enjoyable experience. The soft hum of the vending machine fades into the background as I savor the burst of flavors and the delightful feel of the balls in my mouth, enjoying this simple pleasure amidst the hustle and bustle of the mall. [[Finish my candy and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 2>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> Realizing I can't help the girl by myself, I decide to look for someone in the mall who could fix the vending machine or at least return her money. I tell the girl to wait and assure her that I'll be back soon. With a determined step, I head off to find assistance. After wandering through the mall for a while, I spot a janitor cleaning the floor. I approach him, feeling a bit hopeful. "Hi, I need some help. There's a vending machine that's malfunctioning, and a girl lost her money. Do you know who I could contact to get this fixed or get her a refund?" <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/janitor.jpg"/> The janitor looks up from his work and points towards a small staff room, "You can try in there. Someone should be able to help." Grateful for the direction, I make my way to the staff room. Inside, I find a white man slouched on a chair behind a table, lazily sipping a beer. He seems completely unbothered by my presence. Another man, who is in the room and clearly finds the situation amusing, is chuckling softly at the technician's demeanor. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/technician.jpg"/> I take a deep breath and approach the technician. "Excuse me, I’ve come to report a problem with a vending machine. A girl lost her money, and I was told you might be able to help fix it or issue a refund." The technician belches loudly and slouches further in his chair, "I’m too busy right now. Can’t you see I’m occupied?" I feel a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You’re just sitting here drinking beer! How can you be too busy?" The technician grins lazily and replies with a dismissive tone, "Well, yeah, I am very busy. This is a lot of work, you know." Meanwhile, the other man in the room snickers, clearly enjoying the exchange. The situation leaves me at a crossroads: <ul> <li>[[Dismiss him with a strong remark and return to the vending machine empty-handed|Return Empty-Handed]]</li> <li>[[Try to convince him to go and fix the vending machine|Convince Technician]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to cheer up the girl and lift her spirits by offering to buy her a pack of Ligma Balls. "Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new pack of Ligma Balls. It’s no trouble at all," I say with a reassuring smile. The girl looks a bit shy and starts to refuse, "Oh, you don’t have to do that. It’s okay." But I gently insist, "Really, it’s no problem. I’d like to help." With that, I insert two dollars into the nearby vending machine. I select the pack of Ligma Balls, and after a moment, the machine releases the colorful candy. I retrieve the pack from the collection tray and walk back to the girl, handing it to her with a warm smile. "Here you go. I hope this cheers you up." The girl’s eyes light up with joy, and she exclaims, "Thank you so much! This really makes me feel better." She takes the pack and, with a grateful smile, runs off happily into the mall. Feeling content with my small act of kindness, I turn and head off to continue with my own plans. [[Go back to the mall|Mall]] <<set $money -= 2>> <<set $mallvendingGirl = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> Determined to help the girl, I decided to try retrieving the stuck candy from the vending machine myself. I told her to step back and assured her that I would get her candy, cautioning her to never try this on her own. I glanced around to ensure no one was watching and then crouched down, confidently reaching my hand into the dispensing slot of the machine. As I carefully maneuvered my hand inside, I quickly felt the candy within my grasp. With a smile, I called out to the girl, "I’m almost there, just hang on!" But my enthusiasm was short-lived when I realized that my hand was now firmly stuck inside the machine. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_stuck.jpg"/> I was left crouching in the middle of the mall, my hand trapped in the vending machine, and I struggled to figure out how to free myself. Trying to keep my voice calm, I asked the girl to find someone who could help. "Please, could you get someone to help me?" The girl nodded and hurried off. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I remained in my awkward position. Eventually, she returned with the technician. He looked me over with a mixture of curiosity and amusement before saying, "Well, this is quite a sight. Let’s see if we can get you out of this predicament." As he began working on the machine, he asked how I ended up in this situation. I explained as best as I could. The technician fiddled with the machine for a few minutes before finally freeing my hand. He then turned to the girl, returning her $2 and handing over a pack of Ligma Balls. He glanced at me and said sternly, "Next time, leave the vending machine repairs to the professionals. Don’t go sticking your hand in there again." I awkwardly thanked him for his help and quickly made my way back into the bustling mall, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. [[Return to the mall|Mall]] <<set $mallvendingGirl = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> Frustrated and defeated, I decide to leave the technician to his beer and return to the vending machines empty-handed. The girl is still there, anxiously waiting by the malfunctioning machine. Her eyes light up with a hint of hope as she sees me approach, but that hope quickly dims as she notices I have nothing to offer. I can’t help but feel guilty for not being able to help her. The situation now stands before me as a choice: [[Buy a pack of Ligma Balls from a nearby machine to comfort the girl|Buy Girl Ligma Balls]] [[Try to retrieve the stuck candy from the machine yourself through the dispensing slot|Retrieve Stuck Candy]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/technician.jpg"/> Determined not to leave empty-handed, I decide to try and convince the technician to help with the vending machine. I take a deep breath and address him firmly. "Look, this is part of your job, isn’t it? Fixing broken equipment in the mall? You should really take care of this." The technician snorts and takes a long sip of his beer. "Yeah, sure, it is. And what if I don’t feel like it?" He chuckles, clearly finding my frustration amusing. Unfazed, I continue, "It’s your responsibility. You can’t just sit here and drink beer while leaving problems unresolved." The technician’s demeanor shifts slightly as he grins slyly. "Alright, alright. How about this: show me your boobs, and maybe I’ll take a look at that stupid vending machine." He smirks and takes another swig from his beer, the other man in the room snickering at the technician's proposition. <ul> <li>[[Agree and show him what he asks for|Agree to Request]]</li> <li>[[Dismiss him with a strong remark and leave|Return Empty-Handed]]</li> <li>[[Threaten to report him to his supervisor|Report Technician]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/technician.jpg"/> Feeling frustrated and resigned, I reluctantly agree to the technician's request. He gestures for his colleague to step out of the room, then takes a leisurely sip of his beer, his gaze fixed on me with an amused expression. "Alright, let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are. I’m waiting." I take a deep breath and gather my courage. Slowly, I grasp the edge of my top and lift it, exposing my chest. The technician's eyes wander over my body, and after a few seconds, he bursts into a loud, mocking laugh. "Well, I was hoping for something a bit more impressive. Guess I was wrong." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\vending\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a smirk, he adds, "Come on, squeeze them together. I’m not about to get up for this pitiful display." Still holding the edge of my top with one hand, I squeeze my chest with my wrists, trying to make it look more appealing. He watches for a moment longer, clearly unimpressed. "Alright, that’s enough of this pathetic show. You can put them away now." He stands up from his chair with a groan, clearly eager to get back to his beer. I guide him back to the vending machines, feeling a flush of embarrassment. The girl is still standing by the machine, her eyes wide with hope. The technician gives her a nod and a curt, "Hey kid, don’t worry. I’ll sort this out for you." <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> True to his word, he works quickly, fixing the machine in just a few minutes. He returns the girl's $2 and adds a pack of Ligma Balls as a small gift. The girl’s face lights up with joy, and she thanks him profusely before running off with her treats. The technician heads back to his room, tossing a final comment over his shoulder. "See you later, pancake." He’s clearly referring to my less-than-impressive chest with a dismissive term. I’m left feeling a mix of relief and irritation as I head back into the bustling mall, ready to move on from this uncomfortable encounter. [[Return to the mall|Mall]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $mallvendingGirl = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/technician.jpg"/> I’m fuming over the technician’s rude behavior, and I decide to take a stand. "Listen, I’m going to report you to your supervisor for this unprofessional behavior. You can’t treat people like this and expect to get away with it." The technician remains unfazed, chuckling lightly. "Oh, really? You think I care? Fine, you’ve annoyed me enough. I’m not even enjoying my beer properly with all this hassle. Let’s go take a look at the vending machine." He stands up, clearly irritated but reluctantly agreeing to help. I follow him as he heads towards the vending machines. We walk in silence, his attitude still irking me. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> When we reach the vending machine, the girl is still waiting nearby. The technician greets her with a casual "Hey there, kid. Let’s get this sorted out." He quickly fixes the machine in a matter of minutes, retrieves the girl’s $2, and adds a pack of Ligma Balls as a bonus. The girl’s face lights up with a grateful smile as she takes the candy and the money. "Thank you so much!" She hurries off, clearly thrilled. The technician heads back to the maintenance room, and I take my leave, moving on to my next task with a sense of relief that the situation is resolved. [[Return to the mall|Mall]] <<set $mallvendingGirl = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_girl.jpg"/> Deciding to tackle the issue myself after dismissing the technician, I resolved to retrieve the stuck candy from the vending machine. I told the girl to step back, saying I would get her candy and advising her not to attempt this herself. Scanning the area to ensure no one was watching, I crouched down and confidently inserted my hand into the vending machine’s dispensing slot. As I felt the candy within reach, I tried to reassure the girl with a hopeful expression, but my confidence quickly faded when I realized my hand was stuck. <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine_stuck.jpg"/> I remained crouched and trapped, trying to stay calm while I awaited help. The girl, noticing my predicament, quickly said she would find someone to assist. Without saying anything, I watched her run off, feeling the weight of my awkward situation. Time seemed to stretch endlessly until the girl returned with the technician. Seeing me in my compromising position, the technician let out a chuckle and said, "Well, this is quite the sight. What seems to be the problem here?" The girl explained that the vending machine had taken her $2 but failed to dispense the candy. With a smirk, the technician pulled out his wallet and handed her $5. "Here’s some money for your trouble. Go on, get out of here while I sort this out." The girl thanked him and hurried away with her newfound cash. Meanwhile, I remained in my crouched position, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. After the girl ran away, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. The technician came up to me, a sly grin on his face. He looked me over and said with a smirk, "Maybe you should have thought twice before being rude to me." Before I had a chance to respond, he suddenly delivered a sharp slap to my backside. The impact was so sudden and unexpected that I just froze, feeling my skin flush with the sting. I tried to call out, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Before I could react any further, he delivered another sharp slap to my backside. The sting was immediate and intense, leaving me wincing and struggling to compose myself while I remained in that awkward position. I tried to yank my hand out of the vending machine, but it only made things worse. My hand was painfully wedged, and I struggled to free it. Amidst my attempts, I heard the technician's voice behind me. He sneered and said, “You’re nothing but a little brat.” Before I could react, he lifted my dress, exposing my panties. He then pulled my panties down to my thighs and delivered another sharp slap to my bare backside. With a taunting tone, he asked, “Do you have anything you’d like to say?” Through gritted teeth, I shot back, “Go fuck yourself.” His response was cold and dismissive as he said, “Wrong answer.” I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle being unfastened, and my heart raced with a mix of fear and confusion. I called out, “What the hell are you doing?” trying to mask the tremor in my voice. Instead of answering, the technician moved behind me. I felt his breath on my neck as he positioned himself. A moment later, without any warning, he forcefully thrust his cock into my pussy. The sudden invasion sent a wave of shock and discomfort through me, leaving me gasping. The feeling was overwhelming, a brutal intrusion that filled me with a profound sense of violation. My body tensed up, and I could barely process the situation, struggling to deal with the intense physical and emotional assault. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\vending\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He thrust rhythmically into me, each movement forcing me to brace myself. I placed my free hand on the floor, trying to keep some semblance of balance amidst the overwhelming sensations. Each thrust was jarring, and I struggled to cope with the intrusion and the constant friction. As he continued, he taunted me with harsh words, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a stupid, arrogant brat,” he said, his words adding to the humiliation of the moment. The combination of his physical assault and his demeaning remarks left me feeling completely degraded and powerless. Soon, he pulled out and ejaculated on the floor. I thought to myself, “At least he didn’t come inside me.” Afterward, he quickly pulled up his pants and moved behind the vending machine. I heard the clinks and clatters of tools as he swiftly made some repairs. Once he was done, he freed my trapped hand. I hastily adjusted my clothes, my face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. I glared at him and said, “You’re a fucking asshole. I’m going to report you.” He merely chuckled and said, “Good luck with that.” before walking away. Shaken but determined, I made my way out of the vending machine area and headed back into the mall [[Return to the mall|Mall]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $mallvendingGirl = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a can of ZOOM Juice from the vending machine. With a soft clunk, the machine dispenses the brightly colored can, and I quickly reach in to grab it. The design on the can is bold, with lightning bolts and sharp, vivid colors, making it look as electrifying as the drink promises to be. As I crack open the tab, a sharp, fizzy sound escapes, and the intense, citrusy scent hits me immediately. I take a swig, feeling the cold liquid rush down my throat. The carbonation fizzes pleasantly on my tongue, and the taste is a mix of tangy citrus with a hint of sweetness. It’s like drinking a jolt of pure energy, the flavor buzzing with a sharp, refreshing kick. The sensation spreads through my body almost instantly, a wave of energy surging up, making me feel alert and ready to take on anything. For a moment, I pause, savoring the intense flavor and the invigorating effect it has, as the hum of the vending machine fades into the background. [[Finish my drink and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 4>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a Big Rod protein bar from the vending machine. With a dull thud, the machine drops the bar into the collection slot, and I reach in to grab it. The packaging is bold and muscular, with large lettering and an image of the bar practically bulging through the wrapper, promising a substantial snack. I tear open the wrapper and immediately catch a whiff of rich chocolate and peanut butter. The bar itself is thick, dense, and feels hefty in my hand—just what I need to keep me going. I take a big bite, and the texture is surprisingly soft, with a chewy center that gives way to chunks of peanuts and a smooth, creamy layer of chocolate. As I chew, the blend of protein-packed peanuts and rich chocolate melts together in a satisfying mix of flavors. It’s not too sweet, but just enough to keep me wanting more. Each bite feels hearty and fulfilling, and I can already sense the energy boost as I make my way through the bar. The vending machine hums quietly behind me as I savor the last bite, feeling ready to tackle whatever comes next with the power of the Big Rod coursing through me. [[Finish my snack and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 3>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/vending_machine.jpg"/> I decide to buy a pack of Blow Me gum from the vending machine. With a light clink, the machine dispenses the small, brightly colored pack, and I reach in to grab it. The packaging is playful, with bold letters and a cartoon bubble practically bursting off the front, daring you to give it a try. I tear open the pack and pop a piece into my mouth. The flavor explodes instantly—a sharp, minty freshness that rushes over my tongue, cooling and invigorating. The gum is soft and pliable, perfect for chewing, and within seconds, I can feel the urge to blow a bubble. I chew a little longer, letting the gum soften even more, then give it a shot. The first bubble pops quickly, but I keep trying, and soon enough, I manage to blow a huge bubble that stretches out before bursting with a satisfying pop. The minty flavor lingers in my mouth as I continue to chew, feeling a little more relaxed and refreshed with each bubble. The hum of the vending machine fades into the background as I enjoy the simple pleasure of chewing and blowing bubbles, letting time pass by in the busy mall. [[Finish my gum and return to the vending area|Mall Vending Machine]] <<set $money -= 1>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery2.jpg"/> I browse the items available for sale in FreshMart. The shelves are stocked with a variety of products that might suit my needs, each one tempting me with its promise of flavor and convenience. <ul> <li>[[Buy Junk Food for $3|BuyJunkFood Mall]]</li> <li>[[Buy a Regular Meal for $12|BuyRegularMeal Mall]]</li> <li>[[Buy a Gourmet Dish for $25|BuyGourmetDish Mall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store and return to the mall|Mall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery2.jpg"/><<if $money >= 25>><<set $money -= 25>><<if $inventory.includes("Gourmet Dish") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Gourmet Dish")>><<set $gourmetDish = 1>><<else>><<set $gourmetDish += 1>><</if>> I buy a Gourmet Dish and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $gourmetDish>> Gourmet Dishes. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy a Gourmet Dish. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|FreshMart Purchase]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery2.jpg"/><<if $money >= 12>><<set $money -= 12>><<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Regular Meal")>><<set $regularMeal = 1>><<else>><<set $regularMeal += 1>><</if>> I buy a Regular Meal and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $regularMeal>> Regular Meals. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy a Regular Meal. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|FreshMart Purchase]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_grocery2.jpg"/><<if $money >= 3>><<set $money -= 3>><<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Junk Food")>><<set $junkFood = 1>><<else>><<set $junkFood += 1>><</if>> I buy some Junk Food and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $junkFood>> Junk Food. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy Junk Food. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|FreshMart Purchase]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_wr_pee.jpg"/> I enter one of the stalls, close the door behind me, and take a moment to relax. The restroom’s quiet ambiance and clean surroundings help me feel at ease. I quickly take care of my business, the soft hum of the ventilation fan providing a gentle backdrop. After finishing, I wash my hands at the sink, using the provided soap and paper towels. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, giving myself a quick check before heading back out. Feeling refreshed, I leave the restroom and head back into the bustling mall. [[Return to the mall|Mall]]

I take a moment to browse the jewelry selection, my eyes gliding over the exquisite pieces displayed in the store. Each item sparkles under the soft lighting, tempting me with its elegance. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/jewelry_store/necklace.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Necklace"))>> <<if $money >= 150>> [[Buy Necklace ($150)|Buy Necklace]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $150) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a Necklace. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/jewelry_store/ring.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Ring"))>> <<if $money >= 200>> [[Buy Ring ($200)|Buy Ring]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $200) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a Ring. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/jewelry_store/bracelet.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Bracelet"))>> <<if $money >= 120>> [[Buy Bracelet ($120)|Buy Bracelet]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $120) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a Bracelet. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/jewelry_store/earrings.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Earrings"))>> <<if $money >= 150>> [[Buy Earrings ($150)|Buy Earrings]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $150) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought Earrings. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/jewelry_store/brooch.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Brooch"))>> <<if $money >= 90>> [[Buy Brooch ($90)|Buy Brooch]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $90) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a Brooch. <</if>> </div> </div> <ul> <li>[[Return to the jewelry store|Mall Jewelry Store]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/><<if $money >= 150>><<set $money -= 150>><<set $attractiveness += 2>><<if !$inventory.includes("Necklace")>><<set $inventory.push("Necklace")>><</if>> I buy a Necklace for $150 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Necklace. <</if>> [[Go back to the jewelry store|Jewelry Selection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/><<if $money >= 200>><<set $money -= 200>><<set $attractiveness += 2>><<if !$inventory.includes("Ring")>><<set $inventory.push("Ring")>><</if>> I buy a Ring for $200 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Ring. <</if>> [[Go back to the jewelry store|Jewelry Selection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/><<if $money >= 120>><<set $money -= 120>><<set $attractiveness += 1>><<if !$inventory.includes("Bracelet")>><<set $inventory.push("Bracelet")>><</if>> I buy a Bracelet for $120 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Bracelet. <</if>> [[Go back to the jewelry store|Jewelry Selection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/><<if $money >= 150>><<set $money -= 150>><<set $attractiveness += 2>><<if !$inventory.includes("Earrings")>><<set $inventory.push("Earrings")>><</if>> I buy a pair of Earrings for $150 and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Earrings. <</if>> [[Go back to the jewelry store|Jewelry Selection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store_view.jpg"/><<if $money >= 90>><<set $money -= 90>><<set $attractiveness += 1>><<if !$inventory.includes("Brooch")>><<set $inventory.push("Brooch")>><</if>> I buy a Brooch for $90 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Brooch. <</if>> [[Go back to the jewelry store|Jewelry Selection]]

I take a moment to browse the fashion collection, my eyes taking in the elegant and stylish pieces displayed in Luxe Couture. Each item is meticulously arranged, showcasing the boutique’s high-end offerings. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/fashion_boutique/evening_dress.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Evening Dress"))>> <<if $money >= 300>> [[Buy Evening Dress ($300)|Buy Evening Dress]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $300) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought an Evening Dress. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/fashion_boutique/office_outfit.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Office Outfit"))>> <<if $money >= 200>> [[Buy Office Outfit ($200)|Buy Office Outfit]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $200) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought an Office Outfit. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/fashion_boutique/high_heels.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("High Heels"))>> <<if $money >= 150>> [[Buy High Heels ($150)|Buy High Heels]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $150) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought High Heels. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/fashion_boutique/sunglasses.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> <<if !($inventory.includes("Sunglasses"))>> <<if $money >= 80>> [[Buy Sunglasses ($80)|Buy Sunglasses]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $80) <</if>> <<else>> You already bought Sunglasses. <</if>> </div> </div> <ul> <li>[[Return to the fashion boutique|Mall Fashion Boutique]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_ticket.jpg"/> I stood at the ticket counter of Starview Cinema, deciding which movie to buy a ticket for. The screen in front of me displayed posters from different genres, and I thought about what would be the best to watch today. Tickets for all films were $5, making it easy to choose without worrying about cost. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_comedy.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Comedy|Cinema Comedy]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_horror.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Horror|Cinema Horror]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_romance.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Romance|Cinema Romance]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_action.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Action|Cinema Action]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_drama.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Drama|Cinema Drama]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_superhero.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Superhero|Cinema Superhero]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_thriller.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Thriller|Cinema Thriller]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_scifi.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Science Fiction|Cinema Sci-Fi]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_biography.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Biographical|Cinema Biography]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall\cinema/cinema_arthouse.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Arthouse|Cinema Arthouse]] </div> </div> [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the comedy, ready to unwind and have a good laugh. As soon as the movie started, it became clear that this was one of those crude Asian comedies, full of adult jokes flying left and right. The humor was anything but subtle—ridiculous situations, over-the-top characters, and more innuendo than I could count. I found myself laughing out loud at some of the most inappropriate moments. It was the kind of comedy that didn't take itself seriously, with a constant barrage of gags that either made you cringe or burst into laughter. The audience around me seemed to enjoy it just as much, their laughter mixing with mine as the jokes kept coming. By the end of the movie, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for laughing at some of the more tasteless jokes, but sometimes, you just need a break from everything serious and enjoy something completely over the top. [[Leave the cinema and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I decided to watch a horror movie, thinking it would be a fun scare. But as soon as the movie started, I realized I had signed up for something far more intense. The screen was filled with brutal violence, endless amounts of blood, and constant jump scares that kept me on edge the entire time. The scenes were graphic, showing the kind of violence that made me wince with every cut, every scream. There was no escape—just one horrific event after another, each more gruesome than the last. The sound of bones breaking, the sight of blood splattering—it was relentless. At times, I had to look away, but the sounds alone were enough to keep the terror alive. The jump scares came out of nowhere, leaving me gripping the armrests of my seat as my heart raced. The movie was dark, twisted, and didn’t let up for a second. By the end, I felt shaken, like I had just survived some kind of mental assault. I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed by how terrifying it was or to question why I’d even chosen this film in the first place. [[Leave the cinema and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose a French melodrama, looking forward to a heartwarming escape. The film began with a soft, melodious score, and soon I was immersed in a story of love, longing, and the inevitable ups and downs of a romantic relationship. The movie was filled with tender moments—stolen glances, heartfelt confessions, and passionate embraces. The chemistry between the leads was palpable, drawing me into their world and making me root for their love to triumph over the obstacles they faced. The film’s beautiful cinematography and sweet dialogue only added to the charm. There were a few predictable plot twists, but they didn’t detract from the overall experience. I found myself smiling, feeling a mix of joy and melancholy as the story unfolded. By the end, I felt a sense of satisfaction, having witnessed a love story that was both touching and genuine. It was a pleasant and comforting experience, a nice break from the more intense or action-packed choices I’d considered. [[Leave the cinema and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I decided to watch an action movie, hoping for some thrilling, high-octane entertainment. As soon as the film started, it became clear that this was a throwback to the '90s, featuring a cast of aging action stars who once dominated the big screen. The film was packed with over-the-top stunts, explosive shootouts, and hand-to-hand combat. Despite the actors' more mature age, they threw themselves into the roles with an impressive intensity. The action sequences were a nostalgic nod to the era of high-flying kicks and dramatic one-liners, even if some of the moves felt a bit slowed down. The plot was classic: a simple story of good guys versus bad guys, with plenty of daring escapes and heroic confrontations. The special effects and set pieces were charmingly retro, adding to the overall sense of fun and nostalgia. I couldn’t help but smile at the familiar tropes and the veteran actors giving it their all. It was a blast from the past, reminding me of the action-packed movies I used to enjoy. By the end, I was thoroughly entertained and a bit nostalgic for the action films of my youth. [[Leave the cinema and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I opted for a drama, seeking a movie with depth and emotional complexity. As the film began, I was drawn into a gripping story filled with intense character interactions and poignant moments. The plot unfolded slowly, revealing layers of personal struggles, relationships, and difficult choices. The performances were powerful, with each actor delivering a nuanced portrayal of their character’s inner conflicts and personal growth. The cinematography was beautifully understated, enhancing the film’s emotional impact without overshadowing the narrative. There were moments of profound sadness, unexpected twists, and reflective silence that made me think deeply about the themes being explored. The dialogue was sharp and impactful, resonating long after the scenes had passed. By the end of the movie, I felt a mix of melancholy and contemplation, moved by the story’s depth and the characters' journeys. It was a thought-provoking experience that lingered in my mind, a stark contrast to the more lighthearted fare I might usually choose. [[Leave the cinema and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the superhero film, eager for an action-packed adventure. As the movie started, I was immediately immersed in a world of extraordinary heroes and epic battles. The plot centered around a group of superheroes with unique powers banding together to protect the world from a looming threat. The film was a visual spectacle, featuring high-octane action sequences, dazzling special effects, and a gripping storyline. The heroes faced off against formidable villains, their powers showcased in impressive set pieces. The dialogue was filled with heroic one-liners and dramatic moments that kept me on the edge of my seat. Throughout the movie, I was captivated by the blend of intense action and the development of the heroes' backstories. The film delivered exactly what I was hoping for—a thrilling ride through a universe of superhuman feats and heroic quests. By the end, I felt a surge of excitement and satisfaction, having experienced a classic superhero adventure that hit all the right notes. [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the thriller, eager for a suspenseful and gripping experience. As the movie started, I was immediately drawn into a web of intrigue and tension. The plot followed a gripping story of deception and danger, with unexpected twists and turns that kept me on edge. The film was a masterclass in suspense, with its intense pacing, dark atmosphere, and edge-of-your-seat moments. The plot unravelled through a series of nerve-wracking scenes, each more intense than the last. The characters were well-developed, and the stakes felt incredibly high throughout. The cinematography and sound design added to the film's unsettling mood, creating a truly immersive experience. By the end, I was left with a lingering sense of unease and satisfaction from having experienced a thrilling ride through a world of secrets and danger. [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the science fiction film, excited to dive into a futuristic adventure. As the movie began, I was immediately transported to a world of advanced technology and alien civilizations. The plot revolved around a daring journey through space and time, featuring cutting-edge visual effects and imaginative concepts. The film showcased stunning special effects, futuristic gadgets, and extraordinary alien landscapes. The storyline was rich with scientific and philosophical themes, exploring the implications of advanced technology and extraterrestrial life. The characters embarked on an epic quest, encountering thrilling challenges and uncovering profound mysteries. The film's imaginative world-building and thought-provoking narrative kept me captivated from start to finish. By the end, I felt a sense of wonder and excitement, having experienced a fascinating journey through a speculative future. [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the biographical film, eager to delve into the life of an intriguing historical figure. As the movie started, I was immediately immersed in a compelling story based on real events. The film portrayed the highs and lows of the subject's life with great detail and authenticity. The movie was a powerful exploration of the person’s achievements, struggles, and personal growth. The narrative was both inspiring and moving, capturing the essence of the subject’s character and the era in which they lived. The performances were stellar, bringing depth and emotion to the real-life story. The cinematography and score complemented the film’s emotional impact, creating a poignant and engaging experience. By the end, I felt a deep appreciation for the subject’s life and legacy, having been taken on a heartfelt journey through their remarkable story. [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema_movie.jpg"/> I chose the arthouse film, anticipating a unique and thought-provoking experience. As the movie began, I was immediately drawn into a world of unconventional storytelling and striking visual artistry. The film offered a blend of abstract concepts and experimental techniques, challenging traditional narrative forms. The movie was a rich tapestry of evocative imagery, poetic dialogue, and deep thematic exploration. Each scene was meticulously crafted, providing a sensory experience that engaged both the mind and the emotions. The storyline, though often abstract, invited interpretation and reflection. The film's artistic approach was both intriguing and immersive, leaving me with a lasting impression. By the end, I felt as though I had journeyed through a creative and imaginative landscape, having experienced a piece of cinema that was as visually captivating as it was intellectually stimulating. [[Leave the ticket counter and return to the lobby|Mall Cinema]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/comic_store_read.jpg"/> I wander through the aisles of Ink & Panels, my eyes scanning the shelves filled with an array of comic books and graphic novels. I pull out a few issues from the racks, flipping through the vibrant pages and absorbing the artwork and storylines. The variety is astounding—superheroes battling villains, sci-fi adventures in distant galaxies, and fantasy realms filled with magical creatures. I find a comfortable spot in the reading area and settle down, losing myself in the pages of a graphic novel. The immersive stories and striking illustrations keep me engaged, and I take my time exploring the different genres and new releases. The relaxed atmosphere of the store makes it easy to get lost in the world of comics. <ul> <li>[[Return to the comic store|Mall Comic Store]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 300>><<set $money -= 300>><<if !$inventory.includes("Evening Dress")>><<set $inventory.push("Evening Dress")>><</if>> I buy an Evening Dress for $300 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Evening Dress. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Fashion Collection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 200>><<set $money -= 200>><<if !$inventory.includes("Office Outfit")>><<set $inventory.push("Office Outfit")>><</if>> I buy an Office Outfit for $200 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Office Outfit. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Fashion Collection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 150>><<set $money -= 150>><<if !$inventory.includes("High Heels")>><<set $inventory.push("High Heels")>><</if>> I buy a pair of High Heels for $150 and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the High Heels. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Fashion Collection]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/boutique_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 80>><<set $money -= 80>><<if !$inventory.includes("Sunglasses")>><<set $inventory.push("Sunglasses")>><</if>> I buy a pair of Sunglasses for $80 and add them to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Sunglasses. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Fashion Collection]]

I take a moment to study the menu at the fashionable restaurant, carefully considering the gourmet dishes before making my choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/tuna_carpaccio.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Tuna Carpaccio"/> <<if $money >= 40>> [[Order Tuna Carpaccio with Avocado & Lime ($40.00)|Order Tuna Carpaccio]] <<else>> Tuna Carpaccio with Avocado & Lime ($40.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/filet_mignon.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Filet Mignon"/> <<if $money >= 70>> [[Order Filet Mignon with Truffle Oil & Demi-Glace ($70.00)|Order Filet Mignon]] <<else>> Filet Mignon with Truffle Oil & Demi-Glace ($70.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/crab_ravioli.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Crab Ravioli"/> <<if $money >= 55>> [[Order Crab Ravioli with Lobster Sauce ($55.00)|Order Crab Ravioli]] <<else>> Crab Ravioli with Lobster Sauce ($55.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/duck_breast.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Duck Breast"/> <<if $money >= 60>> [[Order Duck Breast with Blackcurrant & Port Sauce ($60.00)|Order Duck Breast]] <<else>> Duck Breast with Blackcurrant & Port Sauce ($60.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/mushroom_soup.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Mushroom Soup"/> <<if $money >= 30>> [[Order Cream of White Mushroom Soup with Truffle Foam ($30.00)|Order Mushroom Soup]] <<else>> Cream of White Mushroom Soup with Truffle Foam ($30.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/mussels_saffron.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Mussels with Saffron"/> <<if $money >= 45>> [[Order Mussels with Saffron & White Wine Sauce ($45.00)|Order Mussels]] <<else>> Mussels with Saffron & White Wine Sauce ($45.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/salmon_tartare.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Salmon Tartare"/> <<if $money >= 50>> [[Order Salmon Tartare with Mango & Passion Fruit ($50.00)|Order Salmon Tartare]] <<else>> Salmon Tartare with Mango & Passion Fruit ($50.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/lamb_rack.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Lamb Rack"/> <<if $money >= 65>> [[Order Lamb Rack with Rosemary & Pomegranate Sauce ($65.00)|Order Lamb Rack]] <<else>> Lamb Rack with Rosemary & Pomegranate Sauce ($65.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/seafood_risotto.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Seafood Risotto"/> <<if $money >= 55>> [[Order Saffron Risotto with Seafood ($55.00)|Order Seafood Risotto]] <<else>> Saffron Risotto with Seafood ($55.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/dishes/foie_gras_pate.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Foie Gras Pâté"/> <<if $money >= 80>> [[Order Foie Gras Pâté with Fig & Balsamic Sauce ($80.00)|Order Foie Gras]] <<else>> Foie Gras Pâté with Fig & Balsamic Sauce ($80.00) - You don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in a Tuna Carpaccio. After placing my order, the server brings a beautifully arranged plate to my table. Thin slices of tuna are drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with a touch of sea salt and herbs, topped with capers and a delicate lemon dressing. The fresh, melt-in-your-mouth texture of the tuna contrasts wonderfully with the zesty tang of the dressing. Each bite feels like a refined burst of flavors, and I can't help but savor every moment of this exquisite dish. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 40>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to treat myself to the Filet Mignon with Truffle Oil & Demi-Glace. After placing my order, the server soon brings a plate featuring a perfectly cooked filet mignon, drizzled with aromatic truffle oil and accompanied by a rich demi-glace sauce. The steak is tender and juicy, its flavors elevated by the luxurious truffle oil and the deep, savory notes of the demi-glace. Each bite is a true delight, the meat practically melting in my mouth. The pairing of flavors is exquisite, making this meal feel like a lavish indulgence. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 70>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I scan the menu and decide on the Crab Ravioli with Lobster Sauce. After a short wait, my plate arrives, and it looks like a masterpiece. The delicate ravioli is stuffed with succulent crab meat, and each piece is generously coated in a rich, creamy lobster sauce. The aroma alone is heavenly, with the sweetness of the crab and the savory notes of the lobster sauce blending perfectly. As I take a bite, the tender ravioli melts in my mouth, the freshness of the crab balancing beautifully with the decadence of the sauce. Every forkful is a symphony of flavor that leaves me wanting more. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 55>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to treat myself to the Duck Breast with Blackcurrant & Port Sauce. The dish arrives looking exquisite, with the duck breast perfectly seared and sliced, revealing a tender, rosy interior. The blackcurrant and port sauce is drizzled elegantly over the top, adding a glossy finish to the dish. The moment I take a bite, the rich flavors of the duck are enhanced by the sweet and tangy sauce. The combination of the blackcurrants and port creates a unique and luxurious taste that complements the succulent duck beautifully. Each mouthful is a delightful experience, showcasing a perfect balance of savory and sweet notes. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 60>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to savor the Cream of White Mushroom Soup with Truffle Foam. The soup is served in a delicate bowl, with a velvety, creamy texture that promises a luxurious experience. A generous dollop of truffle foam floats on top, adding a rich aroma and an extra layer of sophistication. As I take my first spoonful, the smooth, earthy flavor of the white mushrooms melds perfectly with the subtle, aromatic notes of truffle. The foam provides a delightful contrast in texture, with its light and airy consistency complementing the creamy soup. Each bite is an indulgent treat, highlighting the elegance of this exquisite dish. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 30>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I opt for the Mussels with Saffron & White Wine Sauce. The dish arrives beautifully presented, with a generous portion of mussels nestled in a rich, golden sauce. The aroma of saffron and white wine wafts up, inviting me to dig in. The mussels are plump and tender, perfectly cooked and infused with the fragrant, slightly sweet notes of saffron. The white wine sauce adds a depth of flavor, with hints of garlic and herbs complementing the dish. Each mussel is a delightful burst of flavor, making this meal both satisfying and memorable. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 45>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in the Salmon Tartare with Mango & Passion Fruit. The dish arrives beautifully plated, showcasing vibrant colors and an enticing presentation. The fresh, raw salmon is delicately seasoned and paired with sweet, juicy mango and tangy passion fruit. The tartare is a delightful blend of flavors and textures—the silky salmon contrasts with the crunchy, fresh mango, while the passion fruit adds a zesty kick. Each bite is a refreshing and elegant combination of tastes, making for an exquisite dining experience. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 50>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I opt for the Lamb Rack with Rosemary & Pomegranate Sauce. The dish is presented with great finesse—a beautifully seared rack of lamb garnished with fragrant rosemary and drizzled with a rich, ruby-red pomegranate sauce. The lamb is cooked to perfection, tender and juicy, with a delightful rosemary aroma. The pomegranate sauce adds a sweet and tangy contrast that complements the savory lamb beautifully. Each bite is a sophisticated blend of flavors, offering a truly memorable dining experience. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 65>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to try the Saffron Risotto with Seafood. The risotto arrives beautifully plated, its golden hue from the saffron shimmering under the light. The creamy, fragrant risotto is studded with a generous assortment of seafood, including tender shrimp, plump scallops, and succulent mussels. The rich, savory flavors of the saffron perfectly complement the fresh, delicate taste of the seafood. Each bite is a harmonious blend of creamy texture and vibrant seafood, making for a luxurious and satisfying dish. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 55>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/fashionable_restaurant_table.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in the Foie Gras Pâté with Fig & Balsamic Sauce. The dish arrives elegantly presented, with the rich, creamy pâté artfully arranged on the plate. The pâté is paired with a luscious fig and balsamic sauce that adds a sweet and tangy contrast to its richness. The delicate, velvety texture of the foie gras melts in my mouth, while the fig and balsamic sauce provides a sophisticated burst of flavor. Each bite is a luxurious experience, showcasing the harmony between the indulgent pâté and the complex, aromatic sauce. <ul> <li>[[Finish your meal and leave the restaurant|Fashionable Restaurant]]</li> </ul> <<set $money -= 80>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<<if $money >= 5>><<set $money -= 5>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema_interior.jpg"/> I buy a ticket for $5 and enter the adult cinema. The dimly lit interior feels somewhat uninviting, with sparse seating and a few scattered patrons who give off a rather unsettling vibe. The walls are adorned with faded posters, and there's an air of neglect in the lack of amenities like popcorn. As I settle into a seat, the screen flickers to life with the opening scenes of the film. The cinema has a somewhat eerie atmosphere, lacking the warmth and comfort of a more conventional movie theater. <ul> <li>[[Watch the film|Watch Film Adult Cinema]]</li> <li>[[Leave the cinema|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema_evening.jpg"/> I don't have enough money to buy a ticket for Downtown Cinema. I'll need to get some more cash before I can enjoy a film. <ul> <li>[[Go back|City Center]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/adult_cinema_screen.jpg"/> As the adult film starts, the dim light from the screen barely illuminates the room. The cinema is almost empty, but the few men here are deeply engrossed. It's hard to ignore the disturbing sight of several of them openly jerking off while watching the film. The flickering images on the screen only seem to heighten the sleazy vibe of the place. The whole experience is unsettling, with the overtly sexual content and the bizarre, voyeuristic atmosphere creating a highly uncomfortable environment. This is not a place for a relaxing movie night; it's a grim, voyeuristic dive where the line between the film and reality is disturbingly blurred. <ul> <li>[[Finish watching the film and leave the cinema|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime === 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>> <</if>> <<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>> <<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img\characters\morgan/welcome.jpg"/> I decided to approach Morgan and strike up a conversation. She greeted me with a warm smile, her tall, tattooed figure towering over me in her sleek leather dress. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and she made me feel surprisingly comfortable despite the store's surroundings. Though the conversation was brief, I could sense her friendly and approachable demeanor. After a bit of chatting, I thanked her and continued browsing the store. <ul> <li>[[Continue browsing|Browse Sex Shop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Store|Mall Third Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\art_gallery/urban_canvas_exhibits.jpg"> As I delve deeper into the Urban Canvas gallery, I’m greeted by a stunning array of exhibits that capture the essence of contemporary art. Each section of the gallery offers a unique experience: - Modern Abstracts: A series of bold, colorful abstracts that challenge traditional forms and evoke a range of emotions. The vibrant hues and dynamic shapes invite me to interpret the artist’s vision in my own way. - Sculptural Innovations: Intricate sculptures that play with texture and form. Some pieces are interactive, allowing me to touch and experience them from different angles. - Photography Corner: An impressive collection of striking photographs that capture both everyday moments and extraordinary scenes, showcasing the skill and creativity of various photographers. - Interactive Installations: Engaging installations that involve sound, light, and motion. I can immerse myself in these works, experiencing art in a more physical and participatory way. I take my time to appreciate the details, letting the art speak to me and inspire my thoughts. The gallery guide occasionally checks in, offering insights and answering any questions I might have about the pieces. After exploring, I feel enriched by the diversity of artistic expressions and the creativity on display. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/bank/loan_officer.jpg"/> I approach the loan officer's desk, where a professional-looking woman in a sharp suit greets me with a warm smile. She gestures for me to sit down, and I take a seat, ready to discuss my financial needs. "Hello! How can I assist you today?" she asks, her tone friendly and businesslike. I explain that I'm interested in taking out a loan. She nods and proceeds to outline the available option. "We offer a loan of $2,500. You'll have 30 days to repay the amount. Failure to repay within this period may result in additional charges or penalties." she explains, providing me with the details. <ul> <<if !$loanTaken>> <li>[[Apply for a $2,500 loan|Apply Loan 2500]]</li> <<else>> <<if $money >= 2500>> <li>[[Repay the loan|Repay Loan]]</li> <<endif>> <<endif>> <li>[[Cancel and leave|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/bank/loan_officer.jpg"/> I decided to take out a loan for $2500. I quickly signed the contract, my pen moving swiftly across the paper. The bank clerk processed the paperwork with practiced efficiency, and soon after, she handed me a stack of crisp $100 bills. "Here you go," she said, her tone smooth and professional. "The funds are now in your account. Remember, you need to repay this loan within 30 days." I took the money and nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. "Thank you," I replied, carefully placing the cash in my bag. The clerk’s smile widened. "I recommend making sure you repay on time. Our bank works with a collection agency, just so you know." Her smile held a hint of warning. With that, I left the bank, the weight of the loan pressing heavily on my mind. [[Go back|City Center]] <<set $loanTaken = true>> <<set $loan_paid = false>> <<set $loanStartDay = $dayNumber>> <<set $money += 2500>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> The two men silently guide me behind the building, away from the busy street. The sounds of the city fade as we move into a shadowy corner, where the light barely reaches. I can feel the tension in the air, my heart pounding as we stop. One of the men, a burly figure with a grim expression, takes a moment to size me up. His eyes are cold and unfeeling. The other, slightly taller and with a more menacing aura, steps forward, his gaze fixed on me. "It’s time to pay up," the taller man says in a low, commanding voice. His tone leaves no room for negotiation. "You took a loan. Now, where’s the money?" I swallow hard, my mind racing. The burly man steps closer, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "We’re collectors from the agency that works with the bank where you took out the loan," he says. "The bank is very clear about their terms, and we’re here to enforce them." "We don’t like to wait," the taller man adds, his tone unwavering. "You’ve got to settle this now or face the consequences." Their intense stares and the cold, threatening atmosphere make it clear that they are not here to discuss options. <<if $money >= 2500>> I feel the weight of the cash in my pocket. It's enough to cover the debt, but handing it over won’t leave me with much. What should I do? <div style="display: flex; justify-content: space-around;"> <div> [[Pay the $2500 debt|Pay Loan]] </div> <div> [[Say I don't have the money|No Money Lie Loan]] </div> </div> <<else>> My heart races. I know I don’t have enough money. They won't like this. <div style="display: flex; justify-content: center;"> [[Tell them I don't have the money|No Money Loan]] </div> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> I take a deep breath and reach into my pocket, pulling out the stack of bills. The men watch me intently, their eyes never leaving my hands as I count out the money. The night air is thick with unease, and every rustle of the bills seems to echo loudly in the quiet alley. "Here, it’s all there. $2500, the amount I borrowed," I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I hand over the cash. My fingers tremble slightly, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. One of the men grabs the money, his rough fingers brushing against mine. He counts the bills swiftly, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he nods in approval, a smirk curling on his lips. "Alright, we're even. You’re clear now," he says, his voice carrying a mix of satisfaction and finality. I watch as they turn to leave, their figures fading back into the shadows. The tension that had gripped me so tightly begins to dissipate. My shoulders feel lighter, but my pockets are now painfully empty. At least the debt is behind me, and I can finally breathe a little easier. <div style="text-align: center;"> [[Continue|Outside]] </div> <<set $loanTaken = false>> <<set $loan_paid = true>> <<set $loanStartDay = 0>> <<set $money -= 2500>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> I stand before the two men, my heart pounding, as I feign confusion and anxiety. "I’m sorry, but I don’t have the money," I say, trying to sound distressed. "I really don’t have it. I don’t know what to do." The men exchange looks, their patience wearing thin. One of them steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Are you trying to play us?" he growls, his tone sharp. "Are you messing with us right now?" I glance nervously around the empty street, the shadows of the buildings casting long, eerie shapes. "Search her," one of the men snaps to the other. The second man steps forward, his face a mask of irritation and authority. Without further ado, he starts to roughly pat me down. The search is swift but thorough. His hands dig into my pockets and through my bag with aggressive efficiency. Finally, he finds the stack of $2500, pulling it out with a sneer. "Look at this," he says, showing the money to his partner. "She’s been lying to us the whole time." With a grunt, he hands the cash over to the other man. The first man takes the money and looks at me with disdain. "You’re a stupid bitch for trying to deceive us," he says, his voice dripping with contempt. "We’ll let you off this time, but don’t pull any more stunts like this. Next time, you won’t be so lucky." With that, they turn and walk away, leaving me standing alone in the dimly lit alley, my heart still racing and my dignity in tatters. [[Continue|Outside]] <<set $loanTaken = false>> <<set $loan_paid = true>> <<set $loanStartDay = 0>> <<set $money -= 2500>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> I stand before the two men, my heart sinking as I nervously admit that I don’t have the money. "I’m sorry, but I don’t have the money," I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear rising inside me. "I really don’t have it. I’ve been struggling and—" The men’s faces darken with anger. One of them steps closer, his eyes flashing with frustration. "Are you playing games with us?" he demands, his voice edged with menace. "Is this some kind of joke?" I glance around anxiously, noticing that the street is eerily empty. "Search her," one of the men instructs the other. The second man approaches with a rough demeanor, his movements brusque as he starts to search me. His hands are relentless, probing my pockets and bag with little regard for my comfort. After a thorough search, he comes up empty. The second man grunts in dissatisfaction and reports back. "She’s got nothing. No cash, no assets." The first man steps back, his frustration evident. He exchanges a few words with his partner, their conversation low and terse. "Alright," the first man says, his tone begrudgingly accepting. "Since you don’t have the money, we’re going to your place to discuss your situation with the loan." They approach me, their expressions indicating they are not done yet. The sense of dread intensifies. [[Agree to go home with them|Home Discussion Loan]] [[Try to run away|Bad End 3]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/bank/loan_officer.jpg"/> I decide to repay the loan. The bank clerk processes the payment and updates my account balance. "Thank you for repaying the loan," she says with a smile. "Your account is now up to date." <<set $loanTaken = false>> <<set $loan_paid = true>> <<set $loanStartDay = 0>> <<set $money -= 2500>> [[Go back|City Center]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> Realizing that going home with these aggressive men could be dangerous, I make a split-second decision to try and escape. I muster all my courage and, with a sudden burst of adrenaline, I attempt to distract them. "Wait, I think I just saw something over there!" I shout, pointing in the opposite direction. As their heads turn in confusion, I seize the moment and sprint down the alley, my heart racing. Behind me, I hear the men shouting in anger. "You fucking bitch! This is going to end badly for you!" one of them yells, his voice echoing with threat. Just as I think I might make it to safety, a strange, sharp sound pierces the night. Before I can react, a searing pain erupts in my leg. My legs buckle beneath me, and I collapse onto the pavement, a cry of pain escaping my lips. Lying on the ground, I realize with terror that I’ve been shot. The men quickly close the distance between us, their footsteps pounding in my ears. "You stupid fucking bitch," one of them snarls, standing over me. His face is a mask of disdain and rage. Without hesitation, he kicks me several times in the face, each blow a brutal reminder of my dire situation. The other man looks on with cold satisfaction, then orders, "Finish her off." As he speaks, another shot rings out, the sound deafening in the confined space. The world around me begins to fade, and I feel myself slipping away into darkness. I was already dead. The final gunshot was just an exclamation mark on everything that led to this point. I released all hope, and it was over. <img src="img/locations/outside/shot.jpg"/> "Bad Ending: The Final Shot" [[Return to the previous choice|No Money Loan]] <<set $money = 0>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/debtors.jpg"/> I realized that escalating the situation further would be unwise, so I reluctantly agreed to let the collectors come to my home. We made our way quickly to my apartment, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the lock. The door finally creaked open, and I let them inside. One of the collectors, a tall man with a stern expression, stayed in the hallway, while the other, a shorter but equally imposing figure, followed me into the living room. I gestured towards the couch, and he nodded approvingly. "Please, have a seat," I said, trying to sound as composed as possible, though my voice quivered slightly. The collector remained standing at first, his gaze fixed on me with an intense focus. He pulled out a sleek black folder and opened it with a deliberate motion. Inside were various documents, including my loan agreement. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Let’s go over the details," he said, his voice cold and authoritative. "You borrowed $2,500 from the bank. The terms were clear: repay within 30 days or face additional charges." He continued, "Here’s the loan agreement you signed. It’s quite explicit about the repayment terms." As he read through the contract, I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me. The situation was becoming increasingly tense. "So, what’s your plan now that you don't have the money?" he asked, his tone unyielding. I took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "The amount is quite large, $2,500. It’s unlikely I can come up with that kind of money quickly," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He let out a soft, almost pitying chuckle. "Yes, it is a substantial amount. And you’re right, it’s not something you can just pull together overnight. But you’re not a child anymore. You should have thought this through more carefully before taking on such a debt," he remarked, his gaze piercing. Feeling the sting of his words, I knew there was no point in arguing. The reality of my situation was becoming ever more apparent. Finally, with a sigh, he sat down on the couch beside me, his posture rigid and his expression stern. "We’ll need to find a solution," he said, leaning forward slightly. Suddenly, without warning, the collector reached into his pants and pulled out his member. My eyes widened in shock as he casually laid it out in front of me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You have a choice," he said, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "I can give you an additional month to repay the loan, but you’ll need to earn that time. Otherwise, we’ll take what’s ours by force." He smirked, making his intentions clear. The situation was dire, and I could feel a cold sweat forming as the weight of his proposition sunk in. "What’s it going to be?" he asked, his gaze fixed on me with a dangerous intensity. [[Agree to earn an additional month|Agree to Extension Loan]] [[Tell him to fuck off|Bad End 4]]

After considering my options, I realized that accepting the collector’s offer was the least risky choice. I needed more time to repay the loan, and it was better to avoid further complications. With a deep breath, I nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take the extension. I’ll need the extra month to come up with the money." The collector's expression softened slightly, though his eyes still held a stern edge. "Smart choice," he replied, his tone begrudgingly approving. "This extra time should give you a chance to sort things out, but don’t forget, you still owe the full amount." I hesitated for a moment, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached out towards the collector. I could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of his pants. With a deep breath, I carefully wrapped my hand around him. As I began to move my hand up and down, I noticed his reaction, the subtle way his body tensed and then relaxed. "Is this... what you expected?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice steady even though my own nerves were on edge. I was startled when the collector abruptly rejected my attempt, his voice firm and impatient. "This isn’t going to work," he said, his tone brooking no argument. Before I could react, he grabbed me by the neck, his grip firm but not painfully so. "Wha—" I started to protest, but my words were cut off as he guided my head downwards, forcing me to take him into my mouth. I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat, the sensation both overwhelming and uncomfortable. His grip tightened on the back of my head, and he began to move my head up and down with a deliberate rhythm. "Just like this," he instructed, his voice low and strained. "Keep going, and don’t stop." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I continued for a few minutes, trying my best to keep up with his rhythm. Each movement felt like it was pushing me further out of my comfort zone. But suddenly, he withdrew from my mouth, his abrupt motion catching me off guard. He stood up from the couch, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. Without a word, he grabbed me by the neck, his grip both commanding and insistent. I felt a rush of panic as he guided me off the couch and onto my knees on the floor. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding. "Just like this." He positioned himself in front of me, his expression impassive as he took hold of his member. With a deliberate motion, he began to rub it against my face, the movement both intimate and unsettling. I felt the warmth of his skin and the slickness of his fluids as they smeared across my cheeks and forehead. The sensation of his cock against my skin was both foreign and invasive. His breathing grew heavier, and I could see the tension in his body as he continued to drag it across my face. The act left a trail of his saliva, making my skin feel damp and sticky. He gripped my head firmly with both hands, his fingers digging into my scalp. Before I could fully comprehend his next move, he thrust himself into my mouth abruptly. The sudden intrusion took my breath away, and I gagged slightly as he pushed deeper. He began to move quickly, thrusting in and out with a force that left me struggling to keep up. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, each movement sending jolts of discomfort through me. "Keep your mouth open," he instructed, his voice harsh and demanding. "Take all of it." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He withdrew from my mouth once more, his hands still holding my head steady. With a commanding tone, he instructed me, "Lick them clean." I nodded in response, feeling a mixture of resignation and nervousness. Carefully, I lowered my head and took his testicles into my mouth. The skin was warm and slightly salty, and I could taste the remnants of his earlier excitement. I began to lick and suck, trying to focus on being gentle and attentive to his reactions. My tongue traced along the contours, moving slowly to ensure I didn’t miss any spots. The sensation of his skin against my lips was oddly intimate, and I could hear his breathing grow more uneven as I continued. "Good," he said, his voice a mix of approval and impatience. "Make sure you get every bit." As I continued to work with my mouth and tongue, I could feel his body responding, the intensity of the moment creating an awkward and intense atmosphere around us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He lifted me off my knees, his grip firm and unyielding. With a sudden motion, he yanked up my shirt, exposing my bra. The cool air against my skin sent a shiver through me as he roughly pushed me towards the couch. I stumbled forward and collapsed onto the cushions. Before I could fully settle, he nudged me, forcing me into a position on all fours. The fabric of the couch was rough against my palms and knees, and the slight strain in my back made me acutely aware of the awkwardness of the position. "Stay like this," he ordered, his voice carrying a tone of authority. "Don’t move." He yanked down my jeans and underwear, pulling them down to my thighs with a rough motion. The sudden exposure made me shiver, and I felt a rush of vulnerability as I lay there. With a firm grip, he spread my buttocks apart, his hands pressing into my flesh. I could feel his breath on my exposed skin as he leaned in. Without warning, he spat directly onto my intimate area. The warm, slimy sensation of his saliva made me flinch, the unexpectedness of the action sending a wave of discomfort through me. The act of him spitting on me felt both degrading and invasive, and I could feel the moisture spreading between my legs. I tried to steady my breathing, my body tense as I waited for what would come next. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without hesitation, he positioned himself and thrust into me, the sudden invasion making me gasp. He gripped my hair tightly, pulling it back with a rough hand. The pain was sharp, and I struggled to find a comfortable position as he began to move forcefully. His thrusts were harsh and relentless, each one sending jolts of discomfort through my body. I could feel the intensity of his grip on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he continued to take me from behind. "Stay still," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. The forcefulness of his movements and the tightness of his hold made it difficult to focus on anything but the immediate sensations and the overwhelming feeling of being dominated. Every thrust felt more intense, and I could only brace myself against the couch, trying to manage the mix of discomfort and vulnerability that overwhelmed me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He withdrew abruptly, a wet, squelching sound echoing as he pulled out. The sudden emptiness left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Before I could react, he moved with quick, deliberate motions, stripping me of my clothes. He yanked my shirt up and off in one swift movement, the fabric scratching against my skin as it was pulled over my head. Next, he tugged down my jeans and underwear, peeling them off my legs with an impatient efficiency. The cold air hit my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. He didn’t pause as he removed my socks, tossing them aside carelessly. The only garment left was my bra, which he left on, leaving me feeling starkly exposed with just the bra clinging to my chest. The entire process was swift and impersonal, and I could feel a mix of shame and discomfort as I lay there, barely covered and completely at his mercy. After he finished removing my clothes, he grabbed both of my wrists with his hand, lifting them up above my head. The force of his grip was firm and unyielding, and I felt a mix of anxiety and helplessness as he secured my arms in that position. Without pausing, he climbed onto the couch, his movements deliberate and assertive. As he settled himself, he guided his cock towards my mouth. The suddenness of his intrusion took me by surprise, and I could feel the warmth and pressure as he pushed into me. He continued to hold my arms firmly above my head, leaving me unable to move or adjust my position. My mouth was now occupied, and the combination of his dominance and my restrained position created a disorienting and intense experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He pulled out of my mouth and took a seat on the couch, his gaze fixed on me with a commanding intensity. "Get on top of me," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Before I could comply, he reached for my bra and yanked it off, tossing it aside with a rough motion. I felt a shiver as I was left completely exposed from the waist up. I awkwardly positioned myself over him, my movements hesitant as I straddled him. The sensation of his skin against mine was both strange and unsettling. With a firm grip, he guided himself into me, the sudden penetration causing a sharp intake of breath. He wasted no time, beginning to thrust into me with rapid, forceful movements. Each thrust was quick and intense, the speed making it hard for me to find any rhythm or comfort. I could feel every motion, each one sending jolts of discomfort through my body as he continued to dominate the situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without warning, he abruptly lifted me off him and threw me onto the couch. I landed on my back, the impact knocking the breath out of me. Before I could react, he positioned himself over me and roughly shoved several fingers into my mouth. The sudden intrusion made me gag slightly, and I instinctively started sucking on his fingers to wet them. The taste of his skin was bitter and metallic, and I could feel the moisture pooling as I complied with his demand. Once he was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth and moved them down between my legs. He smeared the saliva-covered digits over my intimate area, the slickness of his saliva creating a cold, wet sensation. The touch was both invasive and unsettling, and I could feel the moisture spreading as he coated me with his wet fingers. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I lay on my back on the couch, feeling the rough texture of the upholstery against my skin. The collector positioned himself in front of me, his presence looming as he guided himself into me. The sudden sensation of him entering me was both jarring and intense. My legs were spread wide, the position leaving me feeling completely vulnerable. With each of his thrusts, my legs bobbed and swung, the rapid, forceful movements causing my body to react uncontrollably. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing deeper and faster. The impact left me feeling disoriented, and I struggled to manage the jolts of discomfort that coursed through me. The intensity of his movements only amplified my sense of exposure and helplessness, making the experience feel overwhelming and disconcerting. As he continued to thrust into me, the collector leaned over and grabbed my cheeks firmly with his hand. The pressure made my lips pucker, and I could feel the tightness of his grip. He held my cheeks tightly, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of disdain and authority. “This is what happens to dumb little girls,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “The ones who think they can do whatever they want and face no consequences.” His words cut through the haze of discomfort and vulnerability, amplifying my sense of helplessness. Each thrust was now accompanied by the sting of his grip on my face, making it hard to focus on anything but the immediate sensations and the weight of his dominance over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he abruptly pulled out of me, I flinched at the sudden emptiness. His voice, harsh and mocking, cut through the room. "You’re not doing a damn thing to earn that extra month," he sneered, his breath hot against my skin. "Just lying there like a piece of wood." I lay there, my body still trembling from the intensity of the moment, trying to process his words. My thoughts were jumbled, but the sting of his accusation burned deep. He leaned closer, his tone growing colder, more impatient. "If you want that extension, you’re gonna have to work for it too. Sweat for it." "I understand," I muttered, my voice low but steady, as if convincing myself as much as him. The collector, without a word, dropped onto the couch, spreading his legs casually. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to move, positioning myself in front of him. Awkwardly, I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling his cock press against me as I straddled him, my back to his chest. I balanced myself with one foot propped up on the edge of the couch, my hands gripping the armrest for support. Every motion felt clumsy, uncertain. I began to bounce, my body moving up and down in a rhythm that felt foreign, mechanical, as if my mind was somewhere else entirely. The room was eerily quiet, save for the sound of our bodies meeting and the quickening of my breath. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grunted in frustration, clearly unsatisfied with me. "You move like a damn log, even when you're on top," he spat, his voice thick with irritation. Before I could react, he shoved me off him, and I landed awkwardly on the floor, my breath catching in my throat. "Finish with your mouth," he ordered, his tone cold and commanding. I swallowed the knot of shame and exhaustion that formed in my chest, climbing back onto the couch on all fours. I hesitated for only a moment before taking him into my mouth, feeling his hardness press against my lips. His hands immediately found my head, gripping tightly as he thrust forward, pushing himself deep into my throat. The movement was rough, relentless, leaving me no control as he guided my head, forcing me to keep up with his pace. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, he pulled himself out of my mouth, and without warning, shoved me off the couch. I tumbled onto the floor, my body hitting the cold surface. "Get on your knees," he barked, his voice sharp and impatient. I hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, rising slowly and positioning myself in front of him. "Kneel. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. I did as I was told, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks as I knelt before him, mouth wide open and tongue extended, waiting. It didn’t take long. He groaned as he began to release himself, his warm, sticky cum splashing onto my tongue, across my lips, and down my face. I closed my eyes, feeling the hot streaks coat my skin as he finished, the taste lingering in my mouth. I stayed still, not moving until I was sure it was over, trying to steady my breath. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\bank\collectors\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he was done, the collector casually pulled on his pants, barely glancing in my direction as if what had just happened was nothing. He sauntered over to me, towering above as I remained on the floor, feeling exposed and small beneath him. "Alright, I’ll give you the month," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But don’t think for a second you’ve earned it." He leaned closer, his smirk cruel. "That was pathetic. In bed, you're a complete disaster. Like a lifeless log—no, worse than that. I’ve had better with someone asleep." His laugh was sharp, mocking, cutting right through me. "I’m doing you a favor here, but you’d better pray you’ve got the money by next month. Because I doubt even this pathetic performance will save you again." He stood up straight, wiping his hands as if he wanted to rid himself of the memory, his disgust apparent. "I honestly don’t know how anyone puts up with you. You’re not worth the trouble." Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left, his footsteps slow and deliberate, the sound of the front door slamming shut like the final punctuation to his insults. I sat there in stunned silence, my cheeks burning with shame and my body aching with the weight of his words. After what felt like forever, I forced myself to stand, each movement feeling heavy and awkward. My legs trembled as I walked to the door, still hearing his cruel laughter echo in my mind. I locked the door, the small sound of the key turning feeling insignificant compared to the humiliation I’d just endured. I needed to wash it all away, to get rid of every trace of him. Heading to the bathroom, I let the shower's hot water pour over me, hoping it would drown out the memory of his voice and the shame clinging to my skin. [[Continue|home]] <<set $loanTaken = true>><<set $loan_paid = false>><<set $loanStartDay = $dayNumber>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>>

I glared at the collector, my anger and desperation reaching a boiling point. "Get the hell out of my house with your sickening offer," I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. "I don’t want anything to do with you or your disgusting proposition!" The collector's response was a chilling laugh. "You’re making a mistake," he said, his tone dripping with menace. "You’ll regret this." I sprang up from the couch, my heart pounding as I continued to shout at him to leave. But before I could finish my sentence, a brutal punch caught me off guard. The force of the blow sent my head spinning, and I collapsed onto all fours. Pain exploded in my face, and my nose began to bleed profusely, the crimson liquid pouring over my face, hands, and staining the carpet beneath me. <img src="img/locations/outside/punch.jpg"/> "Since this is your first missed payment, I might have considered other options," the collector sneered, his voice filled with cold fury. "But your attitude has pissed me off. Now, it’s too late for leniency." I tried to push myself up, but before I could even regain my balance, a powerful kick landed squarely on my head. My vision blurred as I crumpled back to the floor. The second collector, having heard the commotion, entered the room and looked at the scene with disdain. "What’s going on here?" he asked, his tone uninterested. "Nothing new," the first collector replied with a smirk. "Just another stupid kid who thinks the world owes her something." With that, the second collector lowered himself beside me and began to rain down a series of vicious punches on my face. Each blow was a merciless reminder of my dire situation. The pain intensified, and soon, everything around me began to fade into darkness. <img src="img/locations/outside/beatdown.jpg"/> "Bad Ending: Blood on the Carpet" [[Return to the previous choice|Home Discussion Loan]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bouncer.jpg"/> I step up to the bouncer, who stands by the entrance of Eclipse Nightclub, surveying the line of people with a watchful eye. As I approach, he gives me a quick glance and then nods towards the entrance. “Entry is $50,” he says, his tone firm but not unkind. “Pay up, and you’re in.” I look at the line of people and the pulsating lights from inside the club. It seems like the night is about to get lively. <<link "Pay the $50 and enter the club" "Club Eclipse">> <<set $money -= 50>> <</link>> <<link "Decide to leave and return later" "City Center">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/eclipse.jpg"/> As I hand over the $50 to the bouncer, he nods and steps aside, allowing me to enter Eclipse Nightclub. The moment I walk through the door, I'm enveloped by the throbbing beats of the music and the vibrant energy of the crowd. The interior of the club is bathed in pulsating neon lights, casting an array of colors across the dance floor. The walls are adorned with sleek, modern artwork and flashy LED displays. The air is filled with a mix of laughter, conversation, and the occasional shout over the loud music. The dance floor is packed with people moving to the rhythm of the DJ’s set, and a bar area is lined with patrons enjoying drinks. In one corner, there's a VIP area with plush seating and a more relaxed atmosphere. The overall vibe is electric and exhilarating, promising a night of excitement. <ul> <li>[[Join the crowd on the dance floor|Dance at Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Head to the bar for a drink|Bar at Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Head to the VIP area|VIP Area]]</li> <li>[[Go to the restroom|Restroom at Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Decide to leave and return to the City Center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/dancefloor.jpg"/> I make my way onto the dance floor, the lights flashing and pulsating with the heavy beat of the music. The crowd around me is already lost in the rhythm, bodies moving in sync with the bass that vibrates through the floor. The energy here is electrifying, and it's impossible not to get caught up in it. I find a spot in the middle of the crowd and start to dance, letting the music take over. The heat, the closeness of others, and the flashing lights create a heady atmosphere. I feel the rhythm guide my movements, each beat pushing me to lose myself further in the music. <ul> <li>[[Take a break and head back to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Decide to leave the dance floor|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I make my way to the bar area, which is a bit quieter than the bustling dance floor. The bar is sleek and modern, with glowing LED lights highlighting the bottles of liquor lined up on the shelves. A few patrons are scattered along the counter, chatting and enjoying their drinks. The bartender, a friendly face behind the counter, gives me a nod as I approach. The menu of available drinks is displayed on a screen behind the bar, offering a range of cocktails, beers, and spirits. <ul> <li>[[Order a drink from the bartender|Order Drink Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Sit at the bar and relax, observing the scene|Sit at the Bar]]</li> <li>[[Get up|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/vip_area.jpg"/> I make my way towards the VIP area, hoping to find a quieter spot to relax. The entrance to the VIP section is guarded by a bouncer, who eyes me as I approach. "Hold up," he says, stepping forward. "You're not on the list for VIP access." A brief wave of disappointment washes over me. Without any other options, I turn around and head back to the main club area. <ul> <li>[[Return to the nightclub|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

I take a moment to study the menu at the club's bar, considering my options before making a choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/pina_colada.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Pina Colada"/> [[Order a Pina Colada ($8.00)|OrderPinaColada]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/white_russian.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="White Russian"/> [[Order a White Russian ($9.00)|OrderWhiteRussian]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/espresso_martini.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Espresso Martini"/> [[Order an Espresso Martini ($10.00)|OrderEspressoMartini]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/mai_tai.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Mai Tai"/> [[Order a Mai Tai ($9.00)|OrderMaiTai]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/tequila_sunrise.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Tequila Sunrise"/> [[Order a Tequila Sunrise ($8.00)|OrderTequilaSunrise]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/cuba_libre.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Cuba Libre"/> [[Order a Cuba Libre ($7.00)|OrderCubaLibre]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/old_fashioned.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Old Fashioned"/> [[Order an Old Fashioned ($10.00)|OrderOldFashioned]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/negroni.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Negroni"/> [[Order a Negroni ($9.00)|OrderNegroni]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/french_75.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="French 75"/> [[Order a French 75 ($9.00)|OrderFrench75]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/menu/sazerac.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Sazerac"/> [[Order a Sazerac ($10.00)|OrderSazerac]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar_chill.jpg"/> I take a seat at the bar, the polished counter cool beneath my fingers. The thumping music from the dance floor is muffled here, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. Around me, a few people are engaged in quiet conversations, occasionally laughing or glancing towards the dance floor. The bartender moves swiftly, serving drinks and chatting with the patrons. I take a moment to observe the scene—the way the dim lighting reflects off the glasses, the soft hum of voices blending with the distant beat of the music. It's a brief respite from the energy of the nightclub, a place where I can catch my breath and take in the atmosphere. <ul> <li>[[Order a drink from the bartender|Order Drink Eclipse]]</li> <li>[[Get up|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Pina Colada and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and starts preparing my drink, blending fresh pineapple juice, creamy coconut milk, and a generous amount of rum. The rich aroma of tropical fruit fills the air as the blender whirs, mixing the ingredients into a frothy, smooth concoction. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere envelops me. The Pina Colada is sweet and creamy, with the tropical flavors of pineapple and coconut perfectly complemented by the subtle kick of rum. As I savor the drink, I feel a warm, relaxing sensation wash over me, enhancing the lively ambiance of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 8>> <<set $drunkenness += 40>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a White Russian and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins to craft my drink, pouring a rich layer of vodka over ice, followed by a generous amount of coffee liqueur. He then adds a smooth, creamy layer of heavy cream on top, which slowly swirls into the mix, creating a beautiful, inviting contrast. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere surrounds me. The White Russian is indulgent and satisfying, with the bold flavors of coffee liqueur perfectly balanced by the creamy richness of the heavy cream. As I sip the drink, I enjoy a soothing, velvety sensation that blends seamlessly with the energetic vibe of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 40>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on an Espresso Martini and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and starts preparing my drink, brewing a fresh shot of espresso and mixing it with a rich coffee liqueur and a smooth vodka. He shakes the mixture vigorously with ice, creating a frothy, velvety texture before straining it into a chilled martini glass. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere envelops me. The Espresso Martini is bold and invigorating, with the robust flavor of espresso complemented by the sweetness of the coffee liqueur and the smooth warmth of vodka. As I sip the drink, I feel a stimulating buzz that enhances the energetic vibe of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 10>> <<set $drunkenness += 45>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Mai Tai and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins crafting my drink, mixing a blend of dark rum and light rum with a splash of fresh lime juice, orange curaçao, and a hint of almond syrup. He garnishes it with a slice of pineapple and a cherry, creating a colorful and tropical presentation. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere surrounds me. The Mai Tai is vibrant and refreshing, with a perfect balance of citrusy tartness and tropical sweetness, highlighted by the rich depth of the rums. As I sip the drink, I enjoy a delightful escape into island flavors that complements the energetic vibe of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 35>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Tequila Sunrise and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and starts preparing my drink, pouring a generous amount of tequila over ice, followed by a splash of fresh orange juice. He then slowly adds a layer of grenadine, which gently sinks to the bottom and creates a beautiful gradient effect, resembling a sunrise. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere envelops me. The Tequila Sunrise is visually stunning and refreshing, with a perfect balance of tangy orange juice and the smooth kick of tequila, complemented by the sweet touch of grenadine. As I sip the drink, I enjoy a burst of tropical flavor that enhances the lively vibe of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 8>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Cuba Libre and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins preparing my drink, pouring a generous amount of rum over ice, then topping it off with a splash of cola. He adds a fresh squeeze of lime and a lime wedge garnish for an extra burst of flavor. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere surrounds me. The Cuba Libre is refreshing and invigorating, with the smooth, rich notes of rum perfectly complemented by the crispness of cola and the tangy citrus of lime. As I sip the drink, I enjoy a classic, satisfying blend that enhances the lively energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $drunkenness += 25>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on an Old Fashioned and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins preparing my drink, muddling a sugar cube with a few dashes of Angostura bitters in the bottom of a glass. He then adds a generous amount of bourbon and a large ice cube, stirring the mixture gently to combine the flavors. He finishes the drink with a twist of orange peel and a cherry garnish. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere surrounds me. The Old Fashioned is rich and smooth, with the bourbon's depth perfectly balanced by the subtle sweetness of the sugar and the aromatic bitters. The orange peel adds a zesty touch, and the cherry provides a hint of fruity sweetness. As I sip the drink, I enjoy a classic, sophisticated flavor that blends seamlessly with the lively energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 10>> <<set $drunkenness += 40>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Negroni and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins crafting my drink, combining equal parts gin, Campari, and sweet vermouth over ice. He stirs the mixture thoroughly and strains it into a chilled glass, garnishing it with a twist of orange peel. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere surrounds me. The Negroni is bold and complex, with the gin's botanical notes blending seamlessly with the bitter bite of Campari and the sweet richness of vermouth. The orange peel adds a fragrant citrus twist that enhances the drink's sophisticated flavor. As I sip, I enjoy a classic cocktail experience that complements the lively energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 35>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a French 75 and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins preparing my drink, mixing gin, fresh lemon juice, and a touch of simple syrup in a shaker with ice. He shakes it well and strains it into a champagne flute, topping it off with a splash of sparkling champagne. A lemon twist garnish completes the presentation. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere surrounds me. The French 75 is effervescent and refreshing, with the gin’s crisp notes perfectly balanced by the tartness of lemon juice and the sweetness of the simple syrup. The sparkling champagne adds a delightful fizz that enhances the drink’s light and sophisticated character. As I sip, I enjoy a touch of elegance that blends smoothly with the lively energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 9>> <<set $drunkenness += 30>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/bar.jpg"/> I decide on a Sazerac and place my order at the bar. The bartender nods and begins crafting my drink, starting by rinsing a glass with a splash of absinthe and discarding the excess. He then muddles a sugar cube with a few dashes of Peychaud’s bitters in a separate glass, adding rye whiskey and stirring the mixture with ice. The bartender strains the mixture into the prepared glass and garnishes it with a lemon twist. I take my drink and find a spot at the bar, where the vibrant atmosphere surrounds me. The Sazerac is complex and aromatic, with the rye whiskey's robust flavor balanced by the subtle sweetness of the sugar and the unique herbal notes of the absinthe. The lemon twist adds a fragrant citrus touch that complements the drink’s depth and sophistication. As I sip, I savor a classic cocktail experience that enhances the lively energy of the club. [[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar at Eclipse]] <<set $money -= 10>> <<set $drunkenness += 40>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/restroom.jpg"/> I make my way to the restroom, weaving through the crowd until I finally reach the door. As I get closer, I notice something odd—there's no sign indicating "Women's" or "Men's." It takes me a second to realize that there’s only one restroom for everyone here. With a slight hesitation, I push the door open and step inside. The restroom is sleek and modern, with dim lighting that matches the club’s vibe. A few people are already inside, washing their hands or fixing their hair in front of the mirrors. <ul> <li>[[Enter one of the stalls|Restroom Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the club|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/stall.jpg"/> I step into one of the stalls, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The faint hum of the club's music seeps through the walls, muffled but still present. The stall is surprisingly clean, with sleek black tiles and a soft glow from the overhead lights. I take a moment to gather myself, the privacy a welcome break from the chaos of the club outside. <ul> <li>[[Leave the restroom and return to the club|Club Eclipse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\beauty_salon/elegance_spa_treatments.jpg"> As I browse through the list of treatments at Elegance Spa, I find a variety of luxurious options designed to help me relax and rejuvenate. The menu offers several enticing choices: <ul> <li>Facials: The spa offers a range of facials, from deep-cleansing treatments to hydrating and anti-aging options. Each facial is customized to meet your skin's specific needs.</li> <li>Massages: Choose from various types of massages, including Swedish, deep tissue, and aromatherapy. Each massage aims to relieve tension and promote relaxation.</li> <li>Manicures: The spa provides professional manicures, including basic nail care, nail art, and luxurious hand treatments.</li> <li>Pedicure: Pamper your feet with a spa pedicure, which includes exfoliation, nail care, and a soothing foot massage.</li> </ul> The receptionist is available to provide more details and help me book an appointment for any of these treatments. <ul> <li>[[Choose a facial treatment|Book Facial]]</li> <li>[[Book a massage|Book Massage]]</li> <li>[[Schedule a manicure|Book Manicure]]</li> <li>[[Arrange a pedicure|Book Pedicure]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s main area|Beauty Salon]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_treatments.jpg"> I decide to indulge in a facial treatment at Elegance Spa. As I speak with the receptionist, she provides me with details about the facial treatments available and informs me that the cost for a facial is $90. After selecting the facial that best suits my needs, the receptionist schedules my appointment and provides me with a brief overview of what to expect during the treatment. <ul> <li>[[Confirm and proceed with the facial treatment|Confirm Facial Appointment]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s treatment options|Beauty Treatments]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s main area|Beauty Salon]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_treatments.jpg"> I decide to book a massage at Elegance Spa. As I speak with the receptionist, she provides me with details about the various massage treatments available and informs me that the cost for a massage is $100. After selecting the massage that best suits my needs, the receptionist schedules my appointment and provides me with a brief overview of what to expect during the treatment. <ul> <li>[[Confirm and proceed with the massage appointment|Confirm Massage Appointment]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s treatment options|Beauty Treatments]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s main area|Beauty Salon]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_treatments.jpg"> I decide to book a manicure at Elegance Spa. As I speak with the receptionist, she provides me with details about the manicure services available and informs me that the cost for a manicure is $50. After selecting the manicure service that best suits my needs, the receptionist schedules my appointment and provides me with a brief overview of what to expect during the treatment. <ul> <li>[[Confirm and proceed with the manicure appointment|Confirm Manicure Appointment]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s treatment options|Beauty Treatments]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s main area|Beauty Salon]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_treatments.jpg"> I decide to book a pedicure at Elegance Spa. As I speak with the receptionist, she provides me with details about the pedicure services available and informs me that the cost for a pedicure is $60. After selecting the pedicure service that best suits my needs, the receptionist schedules my appointment and provides me with a brief overview of what to expect during the treatment. <ul> <li>[[Confirm and proceed with the pedicure appointment|Confirm Pedicure Appointment]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s treatment options|Beauty Treatments]]</li> <li>[[Return to the spa’s main area|Beauty Salon]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_facial.jpg"> I decide to proceed with the facial treatment. After confirming my choice, I pay the $90 fee to the receptionist. She directs me to a comfortable, softly lit room where a skilled esthetician prepares for the treatment. The facial starts with a relaxing cleanse, followed by a series of soothing steps designed to rejuvenate my skin. Alongside, a hair treatment is included to nourish and revitalize my hair. The gentle touch of the esthetician and the calming ambiance make the experience both enjoyable and refreshing. Once the treatments are complete, I feel both my skin and hair are revitalized and smooth. I thank the esthetician and make my way back to the reception area, where I collect my belongings and head outside. Returning to the street, I feel a sense of relaxation and renewed energy. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<if $facialUsage < 5>> <<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>> <<set $facialUsage = $facialUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> <<set $money -= 90>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_massage.jpg"> I decide to proceed with the massage appointment. After confirming my choice, I pay the $100 fee to the receptionist. She guides me to a serene, dimly lit room where a skilled massage therapist is ready to begin the session. The massage starts with a thorough consultation to understand my preferences and areas of tension. The therapist then uses a combination of techniques to relieve muscle soreness and promote relaxation. The calming music and soothing atmosphere enhance the overall experience, making it deeply relaxing. After the massage, I feel incredibly relaxed and rejuvenated. I thank the therapist and return to the reception area, where I collect my belongings. Heading back outside, I carry with me a sense of tranquility and renewed energy. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<if $massageUsage < 5>> <<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>> <<set $massageUsage = $massageUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> <<set $money -= 100>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_manicure.jpg"> I decide to proceed with the manicure appointment. After confirming my choice, I pay the $50 fee to the receptionist. She directs me to a comfortable and stylish area where a skilled nail technician is ready to begin the treatment. The manicure starts with a thorough cleaning and shaping of my nails. The technician then applies a nourishing hand treatment, followed by a precise and stylish application of polish. The whole process is relaxing, and the technician’s attention to detail ensures a flawless finish. Once the manicure is complete, my hands look and feel refreshed and elegant. I thank the technician and make my way back to the reception area, where I collect my belongings. Heading back outside, I feel pleased with my polished look and enjoy a sense of satisfaction. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<if $manicureUsage < 5>> <<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>> <<set $manicureUsage = $manicureUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> <<set $money -= 50>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/elegance_spa_pedicure.jpg"> I decide to proceed with the pedicure appointment. After confirming my choice, I pay the $60 fee to the receptionist. She guides me to a relaxing and well-appointed area where a skilled technician prepares for the treatment. The pedicure begins with a soothing soak to soften my feet, followed by a gentle exfoliation to remove dead skin. The technician then carefully trims and shapes my toenails, providing a detailed foot massage to promote relaxation. The treatment concludes with a fresh coat of polish, leaving my feet looking and feeling revitalized. Once the pedicure is complete, I thank the technician and head back to the reception area, where I collect my belongings. Stepping back outside, I feel content with my refreshed and well-cared-for feet. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<if $pedicureUsage < 5>> <<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>> <<set $pedicureUsage = $pedicureUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> <<set $money -= 60>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_officer.jpg"> I walk up to the reception desk, and the officer on duty glances up, his sharp eyes catching mine. His nametag reads "Officer Davis," and he seems to be in his early 40s, with a professional yet approachable demeanor. "Good evening," he says in a calm, measured voice. "How can I assist you today?" <ul> <<if $highViewerEmailRead and !$blackmailerWebcam>><li>[[Report the blackmail via email|File Blackmail Report]]</li><</if>> <<if $margaretFun and !$margaretReport and !$margaretRunaway>><li>[[Report Margaret for harassment|Margaret Report]]</li><</if>> <<if $libraryStudentHead and !$libraryStudentReport>><li>[[Report the student for blackmail|Student Blackmail Report]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Change your mind and leave|Police Station]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/roof_sunbathe.jpg"/> I decide to sunbathe on the roof, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it bathes me in its light. The relaxing sensation and the fresh air make it a pleasant and calming experience. Before settling in, I make sure that the roof is empty, ensuring no one is around. Wanting to get an even tan, I take off my top and bra, exposing my breasts to the sunlight. With a sense of freedom, I lay back on the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin as I begin to sunbathe. After spending some time basking in the sun, I feel rejuvenated and ready to continue with my day. [[Go away|5th Floor]] <<if $sunbatheUsage < 5>> <<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>> <<set $sunbatheUsage = $sunbatheUsage + 1>> <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/roof_view_detail.jpg"/> I take some time to inspect the roof more closely. As I look around, I see that it's littered with various junk and broken furniture. There’s a noticeable amount of discarded debris scattered about, giving the roof a neglected appearance. In the corner, I come across an old, stained mattress, its condition clearly deteriorated over time. Surrounding the mattress are several used condoms, further adding to the unpleasantness of the scene. It’s clear that this part of the roof has been used as a makeshift storage area, and the sight is both unsightly and unsettling. [[Go back|RoofView]]

I told the delivery man that I wanted a free pizza today. He responded with a cheeky grin and swaggered into my apartment like he owned the place, giving me a playful slap on the ass. "Free pizza, huh? Let’s see what you’ve got for me," he said with a smirk. <img src="img/locations/home/pizzatable.jpg"/> The delivery man casually tossed the pizza box onto the table and said, "I've got a lot of deliveries today, so you'd better hurry up." With a smirk, he added, "And why don’t you go ahead and take off that top? Let’s see what you’ve got." I complied, removing my top and exposing my breasts. "Alright, get down on your knees and let’s get started," he said with a commanding tone. I obediently knelt in front of him, licked his large black cock, and took it into my mouth. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\pizzalover\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Don't forget about the balls," he said with a smirk. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned in, placing my lips against his large, sweaty black balls. I began to lick and tease them, paying careful attention to every detail. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\pizzalover\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The delivery man then settled into a chair, spreading his legs wide as he began to stroke his cock with his hand. "Now, make sure you give my ass a good polish," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. I obediently crawled over to the chair and began to lick his ass. He placed his hand on my head, pressing my face harder against his rear, guiding my tongue deeper into him. "Yeah, just like that. Get in there," he encouraged, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\pizzalover\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When the delivery man realized he was about to finish, he told me to stop and bring him the pizza. "Hold on, I need you to get the pizza now," he said, his voice edged with urgency. I was confused about why he wanted the pizza now, but I quickly followed his instructions and went to fetch it. When I brought the pizza to him, he smirked and said, "Now I'm going to add my special sauce." He began to ejaculate over the pizza I had ordered, letting his hot cum cover each slice. Afterward, he looked at me with a satisfied grin and added, "Well, it’s time for me to get back to work. I hope you enjoy every last bite." With that, he got up, dressed, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he gave me a playful slap on the ass and said, "Say you’re just a little white slut who loves big black cocks." I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I’m just a little white slut who loves big black cocks." He laughed, clearly satisfied, and as he was about to leave, he added with a smirk, "Enjoy your meal." He then exited my apartment. I closed the front door and decided to get started on the pizza. I carefully picked up a slice covered in his cum and began to eat. To my surprise, the taste wasn’t as bad as I had expected. As I ate, the cum began to drip from the pizza, staining my face with sticky residue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\pizza\pizzalover\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After finishing the meal, I could still taste the cum distinctly in my mouth. I quickly washed my face to clean off the residue and then went about my day, trying to move past the unusual experience. [[Continue|home]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_officer.jpg"> I walk up to the reception desk, my heart still pounding after reading the email. Taking a deep breath, I approach Officer Davis. "I need to report something... urgent," I say, trying to steady my voice. "Take your time. What’s going on?" he asks, leaning forward, his expression shifting to concern. "I received an email... a blackmail email. They know things about me—personal things. If you let me log in, I can show you." Officer Davis gestures to a computer on his desk. "Go ahead, log in, and show me the message." I sit down and quickly log into my email. The chilling subject line, "I Know Who You Really Are," stares back at me as I pull up the message and let Officer Davis read it. His face hardens as his eyes scan the text. "This is serious. We’ll forward this to our cybercrime unit right away," he says, his voice steady but urgent. He clicks a few buttons and sends the email to the proper department. "We’ll see what they can dig up about the sender." Minutes pass, and the tension in the room is palpable. Officer Davis continues to ask me for details, taking down notes, his face focused. Suddenly, his computer pings. He looks at the screen, reading an incoming report from the cybercrime unit. "Looks like we’ve got a match," he says, turning back to me. "The email was traced back to a woman named Jessica O'Connell. Tall, red-haired... she’s got a history with us. She’s been involved in similar cases before." He looks at me seriously. "We’re moving in on her today. We’ll catch her before she can follow through with her threats." <<set $blackmailerWebcam = true>> "If it would make you feel safer, you can wait here at the station until the arrest is made," he adds, his tone calm and reassuring. "It's up to you." <ul> <li>[[Agree to wait at the station|WaitAtStation]]</li> <li>[[Say everything is fine and leave|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_officer.jpg"> I decide it’s probably safer to wait here until the police handle the situation. The thought of going back out into the city with that threat hanging over my head sends a chill down my spine. "I think I'll stay," I say softly, glancing around the station. "Good call," Officer Davis nods, offering me a seat in the waiting area. "Feel free to relax here. I’ll let you know as soon as we have her in custody." I sit down, my mind racing. The sounds of the police station continue in the background—phones ringing, officers walking by, muffled conversations. It feels surreal being here, knowing that just a few moments ago, I was on the verge of panic. After what feels like hours, the doors to the station open, and a group of officers walks in with the woman in tow—Jessica O'Connell, the tall, red-haired blackmailer. She’s in handcuffs, her face twisted in anger. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_blackmailer.jpg"> As she passes near me, she turns her head, glaring at me with a furious expression, but says nothing. My heart skips a beat, but I stay silent, watching her disappear down the hallway with the officers. Officer Davis returns shortly after. "It’s over," he says, offering a reassuring smile. "This isn’t her first arrest, and I can assure you, she’s going to be behind bars for a long time." I take a breath, feeling a sense of relief, but there's still a nagging worry. "But what about the things she said—the threats to send those compromising materials to my family?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. "Don’t worry," he says, his tone calm and steady. "The task force moved in fast. They’ve already seized all her equipment from her home. Nothing’s been sent out—you’re in the clear." A wave of relief washes over me as I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Thank you," I whisper, grateful beyond words. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> With a nod from Officer Davis, I make my way out of the station, the cool evening air hitting my face as I step outside. <ul> <li>[[Return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/bus_stop/busstop_night.jpg"/> At this hour, it's no longer possible to catch a bus. They’ve stopped operating for the night. <style> .options-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .option { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <div class="options-container"> [[Leave the bus stop|City Center]] </div> <</if>> <<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter\bus_stop/busstop.jpg"/> I arrive at the bustling bus stop in the city center, spotting a bench nearby and a sign listing the different bus routes. Despite the busy surroundings, the area is fairly calm with only a few people waiting. I check the schedule to see how long I'll have to wait for the next bus. <style> .options-container { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; margin-top: 20px; } .option { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } </style> <div class="options-container"> [[Change your mind and go back|City Center]] <<if $money >= 3>> [[Board the bus|Bus Ride]] <<else>> You don't have enough money to pay for the bus ride. <</if>> </div> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/funland_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; the amusement park, Funland, is closed until tomorrow. The gates are locked, and a "Closed" sign is posted at the entrance. The lights are dimmed, and the vibrant sounds of excitement have faded into the quiet night. There’s nothing left to do but leave and come back when it’s open again. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/funland.jpg"> I enter Funland and immediately see the vibrant atmosphere of the park. The Ferris wheel spins slowly, offering panoramic views. The roller coaster twists and turns with excited riders screaming in delight. The Haunted House stands ominously, promising spooky thrills. Nearby, the Food Court is bustling with people enjoying various snacks and treats. <ul> <li>[[Ride the Ferris Wheel|Ferris Wheel]]</li> <li>[[Experience the Roller Coaster|Roller Coaster]]</li> <li>[[Explore the Haunted House|Haunted House]]</li> <li>[[Grab a bite at the Food Court|Food Court]]</li> <li>[[Leave the park and return to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel.jpg"/> I step into one of the Ferris wheel's gondolas, the door closing with a soft click behind me. As the wheel begins to ascend, the park slowly shrinks below. The colorful lights, the sounds of laughter and music, all start to feel distant as I rise higher into the air. The view from the top is breathtaking. I can see the entire city spread out before me—the tall skyscrapers, the streets full of people, and even the distant shoreline. The gentle rocking of the gondola feels peaceful as the wheel turns slowly, giving me time to take in the panoramic sights. I lean back in the seat, enjoying the calm moment, watching the world below in slow motion. For a brief time, everything feels serene, away from the rush of the city. <<if $arousal > 30>> The peaceful solitude stirs something within me, a sense of quiet intimacy with the moment.<</if>> <<if $arousal >= 50>>I feel an overwhelming sense of arousal as I sit alone, high above the city, the enclosed space offering complete privacy. [[Indulge in the moment|Masturbation on the Ferris Wheel]]<</if>> [[Return to Funland|Funland]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/roller_coaster.jpg"/> The towering roller coaster looms ahead, its metal frame gleaming under the park lights. As I approach, the sound of the cars racing along the track and the screams of excitement fill the air, sending a thrill through me. I take my seat, fastening the safety harness as the ride operator gives the signal. The coaster jerks forward and begins its slow ascent up the steep incline. With every click of the chain, my anticipation builds. The city stretches out before me as we climb higher and higher, until we reach the peak. For a moment, everything is still, suspended at the top. Then, without warning, the roller coaster drops, plunging downward at breakneck speed. My heart races as I’m thrown back against the seat, wind whipping through my hair, adrenaline surging with every twist and turn. The track loops and spirals, twisting me in every direction, the g-forces making my stomach flip. It’s a wild, exhilarating ride that leaves me breathless. As the roller coaster finally slows and pulls back into the station, I feel a rush of excitement and relief. My pulse is still racing as I unbuckle the harness and step off, a huge smile on my face. [[Return to Funland|Funland]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/haunted_house.jpg"/> I approach the attraction "Haunted House." It looms before me like a foreboding relic, a large wooden building shrouded in eerie shadows that dance under the flickering lights. The weathered walls, marked with deep cracks and splintered wood, seem to whisper tales of long-forgotten horrors. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, interrupted only by the occasional creak of the structure settling. Above the entrance, the sign that reads "Haunted House" flickers erratically, its once-vibrant colors now dulled, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Dim, ghostly figures painted on the walls appear to watch me as I draw closer, their hollow eyes glinting in the darkness, urging me to step inside and uncover the mysteries that await. Upon stepping inside, I find myself in a small room, dimly lit with a red glow. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, and the walls bear the marks of time—cracked paint and old, peeling boards create an atmosphere of abandonment. In the center of the room stands a sinister red door, stark against the muted tones. It’s adorned with mysterious symbols or words in an unfamiliar language, whispering of ancient secrets. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/haunted_house_door.jpg"/> My heart races as I gaze at the door. Questions swirl in my mind: what could be hidden behind it? Should I take the risk and open it, or is it wiser to retreat back into the bright and cheerful park? [[Enter the Red Door|Red Door]] [[Return to Funland|Funland]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court.jpg"> I make my way to the Food Court, where the lively atmosphere is filled with the aroma of various foods. The area is bustling with people enjoying their meals, chatting, and laughing. Stalls and counters offer a wide array of delicious options, from savory snacks to sweet treats. <ul> <li>[[Order food at the Food Court|Order Food Park]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Food Court|Funland]]</li> </ul>

I approach the various food stalls, each offering a tempting selection of treats. The vibrant atmosphere is filled with the mouthwatering aroma of different foods. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/popcorn.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Popcorn"/> <<if $money >= 5>> [[Order Popcorn ($5.00)|Order Popcorn]] <<else>> Popcorn ($5.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/cotton_candy.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Cotton Candy"/> <<if $money >= 4>> [[Order Cotton Candy ($4.00)|Order Cotton Candy]] <<else>> Cotton Candy ($4.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/burger.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Burger"/> <<if $money >= 8>> [[Order Burger ($8.00)|Order Burger]] <<else>> Burger ($8.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/hot_dog.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Hot Dog"/> <<if $money >= 6>> [[Order Hot Dog ($6.00)|Order Hot Dog]] <<else>> Hot Dog ($6.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/corn_dog.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Corn Dog"/> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Order Corn Dog ($7.00)|Order Corn Dog]] <<else>> Corn Dog ($7.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/crepe.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Crepe"/> <<if $money >= 5>> [[Order Crepe ($5.00)|Order Crepe]] <<else>> Crepe ($5.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/chicken_wings.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Chicken Wings"/> <<if $money >= 9>> [[Order Chicken Wings ($9.00)|Order Chicken Wings]] <<else>> Chicken Wings ($9.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/shawarma.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Shawarma"/> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Order Shawarma ($7.00)|Order Shawarma]] <<else>> Shawarma ($7.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/tacos.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Tacos"/> <<if $money >= 6>> [[Order Tacos ($6.00)|Order Tacos]] <<else>> Tacos ($6.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court/ice_cream.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Ice Cream"/> <<if $money >= 4>> [[Order Ice Cream ($4.00)|Order Ice Cream]] <<else>> Ice Cream ($4.00) - You don't have enough money to order this item. <</if>> </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the Food Court|Food Court]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I approach the popcorn stand, where the warm, buttery aroma is almost irresistible. I hand over $5.00 to the vendor, who quickly fills a large, red-and-white striped box with freshly popped popcorn. The popcorn is golden and perfectly fluffy, with a light dusting of salt. As I take the box in my hands, the comforting smell fills the air around me. The first handful is incredibly satisfying, with the buttery flavor melting in my mouth and the popcorn crunching delightfully with every bite. I spot a free table nearby, sit down, and continue enjoying my snack. The vendor smiles as I savor the treat, while the hustle and bustle of the food court continues around us. [[Finish your snack and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 5>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I head over to the cotton candy stand, drawn by the sweet, sugary scent that fills the air. I hand $4.00 to the vendor, who swiftly spins a large, fluffy cloud of cotton candy onto a stick. The cotton candy is a vibrant, pastel color and looks like a sweet, airy dream. As I take the cotton candy in my hands, it feels light and delicate. The first bite is a burst of sugary sweetness that dissolves almost instantly on my tongue. The cotton candy melts away smoothly, leaving behind a delightful, lingering taste. I find a free table in the bustling food court and sit down to enjoy my treat. The vendor watches with a smile as I savor the sweet confection, and the colorful lights of the food court add to the festive atmosphere. [[Finish your treat and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 4>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I make my way to the burger stand, where the rich aroma of grilled meat wafts through the air. I hand $8.00 to the vendor, who quickly prepares a juicy burger, complete with a perfectly toasted bun, a thick patty, fresh lettuce, tomato, and a generous dollop of sauce. As I hold the burger in my hands, the warm, savory scent invites me to take a bite. The first taste is a satisfying blend of flavors—the tender beef patty, crisp vegetables, and soft bun come together in a delicious harmony. Each bite is filled with the juicy, flavorful goodness of a well-made burger. I find a free table in the busy food court and sit down to enjoy my meal. The vendor gives a nod of approval as I savor the burger, the lively atmosphere of the food court buzzing around me. [[Finish your meal and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 8>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I head to the hot dog stand, where the savory scent of grilled sausages fills the air. I hand $6.00 to the vendor, who quickly prepares a classic hot dog, placing a plump sausage into a soft bun and adding my choice of condiments. As I hold the hot dog in my hands, the warm and inviting aroma makes my mouth water. The first bite is a burst of flavor—the juicy sausage combined with the fresh bun and chosen toppings creates a satisfying taste experience. Each bite is filled with the savory goodness of a well-grilled hot dog. I find a free table in the food court and sit down to enjoy my meal. The vendor smiles as I savor the hot dog, surrounded by the vibrant atmosphere of the food court. [[Finish your meal and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 6>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I make my way to the corn dog stand, attracted by the enticing aroma of deep-fried batter. I hand $7.00 to the vendor, who quickly dips a sausage into a golden cornmeal batter and fries it to perfection. After receiving my corn dog, I find a free table in the food court and sit down to enjoy my meal. The warm, crispy coating of the corn dog crunches lightly with each bite, and the juicy sausage inside is perfectly complemented by the slightly sweet and savory batter. The bustling food court is alive with activity, but I feel content as I savor this classic fair treat. [[Finish your snack and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 7>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I make my way to the crepe stand, where the sweet and buttery aroma fills the air. I hand $5.00 to the vendor, who expertly pours the batter onto the hot griddle and cooks a delicious crepe. The thin, golden-brown crepe is folded neatly and topped with a light dusting of powdered sugar. As I take the crepe in my hands, the warm and delicate texture feels inviting. The first bite is a delightful blend of sweetness and softness, with the crepe melting in my mouth. Each bite offers a light, airy taste that’s both satisfying and comforting. I find a free table in the food court and sit down to enjoy my crepe, the lively sounds of the food court adding to the pleasant atmosphere. [[Finish your treat and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 5>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I head over to the chicken wings stand, where the savory aroma of fried chicken fills the air. I hand $9.00 to the vendor, who promptly prepares a generous serving of crispy chicken wings, tossed in a flavorful sauce of your choice. As I take the wings in my hands, the crispy exterior gives way to tender, juicy meat inside. The first bite is a burst of savory goodness, with the wings perfectly seasoned and coated in a tangy, spicy sauce. Each bite is satisfying, with the crunch of the fried coating and the rich flavor of the wings making for a delicious treat. I find a free table in the food court and sit down to enjoy my meal, the vibrant atmosphere of the food court buzzing around me. [[Finish your meal and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 9>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I make my way to the shawarma stand, where the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meat and spices fills the air. An Arab vendor expertly prepares the shawarma, skillfully wrapping a generous portion of tender, spiced meat, fresh vegetables, and savory sauce in a warm pita. As I unwrap the shawarma, the scent of the seasoned meat mingles with the fresh crunch of vegetables and the creamy sauce. The first bite is a delightful mix of flavors—the juicy, spiced meat combines perfectly with the crisp veggies and the tangy sauce. Each bite offers a satisfying, flavorful experience. I find a free table in the food court and sit down to enjoy my meal, surrounded by the lively ambiance of the food court. [[Finish your meal and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 7>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I head over to the taco stand, where the enticing aroma of seasoned meat and fresh toppings fills the air. I hand $6.00 to the vendor, who prepares a delicious taco with a crunchy shell, filled with seasoned meat, crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes, and a drizzle of tangy salsa. As I hold the taco in my hands, the vibrant colors and inviting smell make my mouth water. The first bite is a delightful explosion of flavors—the crunchy shell contrasts perfectly with the tender meat, while the fresh vegetables and salsa add a zesty kick. Each bite is a satisfying blend of textures and tastes. I find a free table in the food court and settle in to enjoy my meal amidst the bustling atmosphere. [[Finish your meal and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 6>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/food_court_eat.jpg"> I head over to the ice cream stand, where the sweet, creamy aroma of freshly made ice cream fills the air. I hand $4.00 to the vendor, who quickly serves a generous scoop of your choice of ice cream in a cone. The ice cream is smooth and vibrant, with rich flavors that promise a delightful treat. As I take the cone in my hands, the cold, creamy texture contrasts pleasantly with the warmth of the food court. The first taste is a burst of sweetness, with the ice cream melting smoothly on my tongue and leaving a satisfying, cool sensation. The vendor smiles as I savor my treat, the cheerful energy of the food court adding to the enjoyment of the moment. [[Finish your treat and return to the food court|Food Court]] <<set $money -= 4>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel.jpg"/> I glance around the empty gondola, and a surge of desire floods through me. The privacy, the gentle rocking of the Ferris wheel, and the thrill of being so high above the city push me to give in to temptation. My hands move quickly, seeking the release I crave. The quiet gondola amplifies the sound of my breathing as the pleasure builds, and soon, soft, wet sounds from between my legs join the rhythm. The intensity of the moment, the slickness of my fingers sliding in and out, makes me feel both vulnerable and excited. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\amusement_park\ferris_wheel\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The climax hits hard, my body trembling, and I struggle to suppress any sound as the wet, slick noises continue. I lean back, basking in the afterglow as the Ferris wheel slowly turns, the city lights twinkling far below. After a few moments, I catch my breath and bring my fingers to my mouth. They’re coated in my juices, and without hesitation, I lick them clean, savoring the taste of my own excitement. The sensation of my tongue on my fingers adds a final thrill to the experience. I adjust my clothes, wiping away any lingering moisture. A rush of satisfaction fills me, my heartbeat slowly returning to normal as the Ferris wheel begins its descent. I know this will be a ride I won’t soon forget. [[Return to Funland|Funland]] <<set $arousal = 0>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/red_door_interior.jpg"/> Gathering my courage, I push open the ominous red door and step inside. Immediately, I’m enveloped in darkness, the air thick with the scent of must and decay. The sound of creaking floorboards echoes ominously as I move forward, my heart pounding in my chest. As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I find myself in a winding corridor lined with unsettling murals depicting ghostly figures and nightmarish scenes. The walls seem to close in around me, and I can't shake the feeling that I’m being watched. Flickering lanterns cast eerie shadows, giving life to the grotesque images, making them appear as if they might leap off the walls at any moment. Suddenly, a chilling howl fills the air, followed by the sound of chains clanking. I turn to see a ghoulish figure lunging toward me from the darkness, its face twisted in a horrifying grimace. I stumble back, heart racing, but the thrill of fear pushes me onward. Each room reveals new horrors: a graveyard filled with fog, a laboratory of twisted experiments, and a dark chamber where disembodied voices whisper secrets of the damned. As I make my way toward the exit, I suddenly freeze. In front of me stands a massive clown, its painted face twisted into a grotesque grin. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/clown.jpg"/> For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the tension palpable. But he doesn't move, just watches me with those wide, unblinking eyes. Gathering my strength, I slowly sidestep him, careful not to make any sudden moves. I don’t look back as I continue toward the exit, my heart racing but determination driving me forward. As I approach the exit and step into the cool night air, a chilling, sinister laugh echoes behind me. The sound sends a shiver down my spine and quickens my pace as I push through the door, eager to leave the horrors of the Haunted House behind. A wave of relief washes over me as I finally blink against the brightness outside, the exhilarating fear fading into a sense of triumph. I can’t help but smile, knowing I’ve faced the darkness and come out the other side, feeling braver than before. [[Return to Funland|Funland]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_work.jpg"/> I approach Deborah, ready to dive into my tasks in the library. "I’m here to help with the work you mentioned," I say with a smile. Deborah looks pleased and gestures for me to follow her. "Fantastic! Let me show you what needs to be done." She leads me to a section filled with returned books that need to be sorted. "We’ll start with organizing these by genre. It’s a bit tedious, but you’ll get to know the collection better," she explains. As I begin sorting the books, I find myself lost in the stories and titles. The work is calming, and with each book I place on the shelf, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Deborah checks in on me occasionally, offering tips and encouragement. After a while, I’ve sorted a significant number of books, and Deborah seems impressed with my progress. "You’re a natural at this! Thank you for your help," she says warmly. At the end of my shift, Deborah hands me my payment for the day, a smile on her face. I finish my shift feeling fulfilled, knowing that I’ve made a positive contribution to the library. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Return to the library|Library]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/library/deborah/1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I approach Deborah's desk, feeling a sense of curiosity and warmth. She looks up from her work and smiles at me, her eyes brightening. <<if $deborah_relationship < 9>> "Hey there! What’s on your mind?" she asks, leaning back in her chair. I take a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. "I was wondering about your favorite books or authors. What do you enjoy reading?" Deborah leans forward, clearly excited to share her passion for literature. "Oh, I love all kinds of books! Recently, I’ve been really into mystery novels. There's something so thrilling about piecing together clues." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "How about you? Any favorites?" As we chat, I feel a connection growing between us. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I find myself sharing my own interests in books and stories. We exchange recommendations and discuss our favorite genres, losing track of time in the process. By the end of our conversation, I feel a sense of camaraderie with Deborah. It’s clear that our chat has strengthened our bond, and I leave the interaction feeling uplifted. [[Return to the library|Library]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<if $deborah_relationship < 10>><<set $deborah_relationship += 10>><</if>> <<else>> "Hey! I'm glad to see you. I actually need your help with something," she says, her tone a mix of excitement and seriousness. "We're organizing a children's storytime event at the library, and I could really use your help with planning." I nod, intrigued by the opportunity to work together. "What exactly do you need me to do?" I ask, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement. "We need to choose some fun, engaging stories, set up the reading area to make it cozy and inviting for the kids, and, of course, spread the word to local families," she explains, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It’s such a great way to encourage children to fall in love with reading!" [[Agree to help Deborah|Agree To Help Deborah]] [[Maybe some other time|Library]] <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/deb_help.jpg"/> "Thank you so much! I knew I could count on you," Deborah says, her smile growing wider as she hands me a list of tasks. "First, we’ll need to pick out some great stories. I was thinking something fun but with a good message. What do you think?" I glance at the list, already getting a sense of the scale of the event. "That sounds perfect. I’ll help with the selection and start organizing the seating area," I say, feeling excited to dive into the project. "Great! Once the space is set up, we can start promoting it. The local families are going to love this," she says with a spark of enthusiasm in her voice. We begin discussing details — which stories will be the most engaging for the kids, how to arrange the seating to keep the atmosphere cozy, and how to create flyers that will attract attention. I can feel our teamwork flowing naturally, and there's a sense of camaraderie building as we work together. The upcoming event feels like it will be something truly special, and I can’t wait to see it all come together. [[Continue helping Deborah|Continue Event Deborah]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/deb_help.jpg"/> I head over to the children’s section with Deborah, feeling eager to help. The shelves are filled with colorful books, toys, and games scattered around the tables. "Alright, we need to make this area more inviting for the kids," Deborah says, looking around thoughtfully. "How about we set up a storytelling corner? We can add some pillows, maybe put up a banner to catch their attention." I nod, picturing the setup in my head. "That sounds great. I’ll start arranging the seating, and we can come up with some decorations." Together, we spend the next hour setting up the storytelling area. I help Deborah arrange colorful bean bags and hang up bright banners that read *"Story Time with Deborah!"* Once everything is set, I step back and admire our work. The space looks cozy and welcoming, perfect for the children’s event. "Thanks so much for your help. I couldn’t have done it without you," Deborah says, smiling warmly. "I’m sure the kids are going to love it." <img src="img/locations/outside/library/deb_help_library.jpg"/> As we admire our handiwork, Deborah turns to me with a thoughtful expression. "You know," she says, "I really appreciate your help today. How about I take you out for coffee to say thanks?" Her invitation feels casual but sincere, and I find myself smiling at the thought. "That sounds nice," I reply, feeling pleased by the offer. [[Join Deborah for coffee|Join Deborah For Coffee]] [[Thank you so much for the offer, Deborah, but maybe another time.|Library]] <<if $deborah_relationship < 15>><<set $deborah_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

I follow Deborah as we leave the library and head to a small café nearby. The air is cool, and the evening has a relaxing, laid-back vibe. Deborah seems more casual outside of the library, her smile warm as we chat along the way. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/deb_cafe.jpg"/> "I really appreciate your help today," she says, holding the café door open for me. "It’s not every day someone steps up like that. Let me treat you to something." We find a cozy table in the corner, and Deborah orders two coffees. As we sit down, the atmosphere feels different—more personal. I can tell that she’s genuinely grateful, and it makes me feel good to have helped out. The coffee arrives, and we continue our conversation. Deborah talks about her experiences working at the library and how much she enjoys organizing events, especially for kids. Her passion for community work shines through with every word. "So, do you come to cafés like this often?" she asks, her eyes flickering with curiosity. I take a sip of the warm coffee, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. "Not as often as I'd like," I reply with a soft smile. The café’s relaxed ambiance adds to the intimate atmosphere of our conversation. As the evening progresses, I notice the sky darkening outside the window. The warm glow of the café lights reflects off the glass, and a quiet sense of contentment fills the air. It’s getting late, and I can’t help but think that this could be the perfect moment to suggest something more. <<if $deborah_relationship < 20>><<set $deborah_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> Should I invite Deborah to continue the evening somewhere else? Maybe a bar would be fun—someplace more relaxed where we could keep talking. Or I could just let the evening end here and head home. <ul> <li>[[Invite Deborah to a bar|Invite Deborah To Bar]]</li> <li>[[End the evening and go home|Outside]]</li> </ul>

I glance at Deborah, feeling a little nervous but excited. The conversation has been going so well, and I don’t really want the night to end just yet. I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. "Hey, Deborah, how about we grab a drink at a bar? There’s a nice place called 'The Rusty Anchor' not too far from here." Deborah raises an eyebrow, then smiles warmly, her expression shifting from surprise to intrigue. "A bar, huh?" she replies, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. "You know what? That actually sounds like a lot of fun. Let’s do it." I can feel a sense of excitement bubbling up as we finish our coffees. We gather our things, and I pay for the drinks despite her protest. As we step out into the night, the cool evening air hits us, and the city feels alive with lights and sounds. I lead Deborah down the street towards The Rusty Anchor, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what the night might hold. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/deb_bar.jpg"/> Once we arrive, we settle into a cozy corner with our drinks. The atmosphere is lively, with laughter and music filling the air. We chat about everything—from books to our personal lives—laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Deborah shares some funny stories about her time at the library, and I find myself drawn in by her charm and warmth. As the night progresses, we clink our glasses together, celebrating the moments we’ve shared. The conversation flows effortlessly, and I feel a deepening connection with her. Eventually, we realize that The Rusty Anchor is beginning to empty out, and it’s getting late. We finish our drinks, and I can’t help but feel a bit wistful about the night coming to an end. "I had a great time tonight," she says, smiling as we walk out into the cool night air. "We should do this again sometime." With a warm farewell, we part ways, heading back to our respective homes, the memories of the evening lingering in my mind. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $deborah_relationship < 25>><<set $deborah_relationship += 5>> <</if>><<set $deborahBar = true>><<set $drunkenness += 50>> [[Return home|Outside]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/library/deborah/1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I approach Deborah’s desk, noticing her sorting through a stack of papers. She glances up, relief crossing her face as she sees me. "Oh, perfect timing!" she says, putting the papers aside. "I could really use your help with something." I tilt my head curiously. "What’s going on?" "We’re getting a big shipment of new books for the library, and I need to catalog them all before we can put them on the shelves," she explains, rubbing the back of her neck. "It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest. If you have some time, I’d really appreciate a hand." I consider her request for a moment. "Of course! What do you need me to do?" "I’ll show you how to catalog them in the system, and if you could help organize the new arrivals, that would be amazing!" she says, her face lighting up with gratitude. "With two of us working, it’ll go much faster." [[Agree to help with the cataloging|Help Deborah with Books]] [[Politely decline|Library]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/checkstore_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 15>><<set $money -= 15>><<if !$inventory.includes("Pepper Spray")>><<set $inventory.push("Pepper Spray")>><</if>> I buy a pepper spray and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don’t have enough money to buy the pepper spray. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Convenience Store]]

Panic surges through me, and I know I need to get out of here—fast. I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and say, "Wait, what’s that?" I gesture wildly toward the shadows behind him, hoping to divert his attention for just a moment. His gaze flicks away, curiosity piqued. "What are you talking about?" he grumbles, turning his head slightly to see what I’m pointing at. In that instant, I take my chance and sprint down the dimly lit passage. My heart races as I push myself to run faster, my feet pounding against the cold concrete. I glance back to see him shouting in frustration, but I focus on the path ahead, determined to escape. <<if $fitness >= 25 or $athleteAbility>> <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_run.jpg"/> I feel a surge of adrenaline propelling me forward, and I burst through the exit of the underpass, emerging into the cool night air. I keep running, the sounds of the city drowning out any thoughts of what just happened. I finally slow down, breathing heavily, relieved to have made it out. "I can't believe I got away," I whisper to myself, feeling a mix of triumph and lingering fear as I navigate through the streets towards safety. <<set $junkieUnderpass = true>> [[Continue|Outside]] <<else>> Just as I think I might make it, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. Before I know it, he lunges forward, roughly grabbing my hair with one hand and groping my chest through my dress with the other. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Where do you think you’re going, huh?" he snarls, pulling me back into the shadows of the underpass. My heart drops as I realize I’m trapped, and the realization sends me spiraling into a new, terrifying situation. [[Continue|Underpas Encounter]] <<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_junkie.jpg"/> I take a deep breath and muster the courage to ask, "What do you want from me?" My voice is steady, but my heart races. The man steps closer, invading my personal space. His breath reeks of alcohol, and his eyes scan me from head to toe with a predatory gleam. "Girls like you shouldn't be walkin' around places like this at night," he says with a smirk. "Could end up real bad for you, y'know." His tone sends a chill down my spine. He pauses for a moment, as if savoring the tension, before continuing. "But lucky for you, I'm in a good mood tonight." He grins, showing yellowed teeth. "So here's the deal: you either hand me a hundred bucks right now, or you suck me off, and I’ll let you go." His grin widens, eyes flashing with sick pleasure. "Simple, right? You decide." I feel my stomach churn at his words, and my mind races as I quickly consider my options. <ul> <<if $money >= 100>> <li>[[Pay him $100|Pay $100]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Agree to his offer|Agree Offer]]</li> <li>[[Try to run away|Run Away Underpass]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Pepper Spray")>> <li>[[Use the pepper spray|Use Pepper Spray Underpass]]</li> <</if>> </ul>

The man’s tone becomes even nastier, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. I feel a chill run down my spine, and I know it’s time to use my pepper spray. Slowly, I begin to rummage through my bag, trying to keep calm and not draw too much attention. "What you lookin' for in there?" he growls, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing as he notices my movements. "Just... getting my phone," I mutter, trying to sound casual, but my voice trembles slightly. He doesn't buy it. With a sudden lunge, he reaches for me. I instinctively step back, but his hand catches the strap of my dress, yanking it down. The fabric slides off my shoulders, leaving my skin exposed. "Aren't you a pretty sight now, huh?" he sneers, his breath heavy with alcohol. My heart races, but I keep my hand steady. Finally, my fingers wrap around the cold metal of the pepper spray canister. Without hesitation, I yank it out and aim for his face. "Back off!" I shout, and press the nozzle. <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_pepper.jpg"/> The stream of pepper spray hits him square in the eyes. He screams in pain, staggering back. "You bitch! I'll kill you for this!" he howls, clutching his face, coughing and stumbling blindly. I don’t wait to see what happens next. Grabbing the strap of my dress, I pull it back up and bolt from the underpass. His curses and threats echo behind me as I run, my pulse pounding in my ears, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Pepper Spray")>><<set $junkieUnderpass = true>>

Not wanting to invite bigger problems, especially being alone at night in this dark underpass, I reluctantly nod and say, "Fine, I'll pay." <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_bribe.jpg"/> I quickly dig into my bag, my hands trembling slightly as I pull out a crumpled $100 bill. "Just take it and let me go," I add, trying to sound more confident than I feel. He leans in closer, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watches me. "Smart girl," he purrs, his voice low and mocking. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he snatches the money from my hand, his fingers brushing against mine for a moment too long. He quickly shoves the cash into his pocket, and I can’t help but notice the way his grin widens, revealing yellowed teeth. "You know, I could have made this a lot more fun for both of us," he says, taking a step closer, his breath reeking of alcohol and something rancid. With a sudden, unwelcome move, he slaps my backside, the sting of his hand shocking me. "You’re free to go tonight," he chuckles, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he leans back, clearly satisfied. I can feel a wave of disgust wash over me as I take a step back, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the underpass. "Just stay away from me," I mutter under my breath, turning on my heel and hurrying towards the exit, my heart racing in my chest. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $money -= 100>>

I swallow hard, my stomach twisting at the thought, but I nod slowly. "Fine," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, "I’ll do it." The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I feel trapped, knowing there’s little choice left. The man's eyes light up with a predatory excitement, and he takes a step closer, invading my personal space. "That's more like it," he says, a lewd grin spreading across his face. "You’re gonna love this. Just relax and let me take care of everything." I can feel my heart racing, a mix of fear and anger coursing through me. "Just get it over with," I reply, trying to sound braver than I feel, though my voice shakes slightly. He laughs, a deep, mocking sound. "Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead." His breath is hot and heavy as he reaches out, brushing his fingers against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. As I stand there, my mind races, searching for a way out of this situation. I feel trapped in a nightmare, but somehow I need to keep my wits about me. "Just remember, this doesn't mean I’m yours," I assert, trying to regain some control, even as I prepare for the worst. As I brace myself for what’s to come, I try to push the revulsion aside. The man’s demeanor shifts, and he moves closer, making it clear that he’s in control. I close my eyes for a brief moment, steeling myself for this unwanted encounter. I backed away deeper into the underpass, the damp air heavy around us. Finding a dimly lit corner, I crouched down beside a grimy wall, the flickering light casting eerie shadows. Suddenly, a man approached, his silhouette obscured in the shadows. My heart raced as he stepped closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. Without warning, he pulled out his cock, thrusting it forward in front of my face, the act brazen and unsettling. Eager for it to end as quickly as possible, I obediently took his cock into my mouth, trying not to think about the situation. Each movement felt mechanical, detached, as I focused solely on getting through it without letting my emotions surface. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\blow\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he seems satisfied. He steps back, a smug grin spreading across his face. Without warning, I feel the hot, bitter rush of him spilling into my mouth. I swallow reflexively, hating every second of it but desperate for this to be over. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?" he chuckles, clearly enjoying my discomfort. I force a nod, feeling a wave of relief mixed with disgust wash over me. "Just let me go," I say, my voice shaky but firm. He holds up a hand, as if to savor the moment just a little longer. "You’re free to go now," he says with a chuckle. "Just remember, sweetheart, it’s a dangerous world out there." With that, I don’t wait another second. I push past him, the dark underpass feeling more suffocating than ever. As I step into the cool night air, I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering sense of violation. My heart pounds in my chest as I hurry away, the sounds of the city wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. I keep walking, my mind racing, vowing never to find myself in a situation like that again. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $underpasssuckUsage < 3>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $underpasssuckUsage = $underpasssuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

The man grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the cold wall of the underpass, his eyes burning with fury. "You’re a brazen little bitch," he growled, his grip tightening just enough to make me gasp for air. His face was inches from mine, the stench of alcohol and sweat making my stomach turn. With one hand still wrapped around my neck, he used his other to yank down the front of my dress, exposing my small breasts to the dim, flickering lights of the tunnel. Instinctively, I tried to cover myself, my hands trembling as I fought to shield my chest, but the panic rising in my throat made it harder to focus on anything other than the terror. I opened my mouth to scream, desperate for someone—anyone—to hear me, but before I could make a sound, he squeezed my throat tighter, cutting off my cry before it could escape. My vision blurred, my pulse racing, as I struggled in vain against his hold, feeling utterly powerless beneath his grasp. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Grabbing me by the neck, he threw me onto a filthy mattress that lay discarded on the grimy floor of the underpass. The impact knocked the wind out of me, the stench of mildew and sweat filling my senses as I gasped for air. Before I could react, he was on top of me, his weight pinning me down. His hand clamped around my throat again, rough and unforgiving, his fingers digging into my skin as he leaned in close, his breath hot and rancid against my face. "You think you can get away with anything, don't you?" he growled, his voice laced with venom as he squeezed harder, cutting off my air. My heart raced as I struggled beneath him, my hands clawing at his arm, desperate for release, but his grip only tightened. Every second felt like an eternity, trapped beneath his overpowering strength, the mattress beneath me soaked with dirt and despair. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I kicked my legs desperately, thrashing against him with everything I had. In the frantic struggle, my shoes flew off, skidding across the dirty floor of the underpass. The cold, rough surface of the ground now pressed against the bare skin of my feet, the sudden sensation of being barefoot only adding to my vulnerability. The man, still gripping my throat with one hand, used his free hand to roughly hike up my dress, exposing me to the cold, dank air of the underpass. His fingers fumbled with the thin strip of my panties, yanking them aside without hesitation. I froze, dread surging through me as I realized what was about to happen. Without warning, he thrust his cock into me, the force of it sending a sharp pain through my body. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat, the choking grip around my neck making it impossible to scream. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man shifted his position slightly, rolling to the side but never releasing his control over me. Now lying beside me, he continued to drive his cock into my slit, each thrust as relentless and forceful as the last. The weight of him pressed against me, trapping me beneath his body, making any attempt at escape futile. With one hand, he roughly grabbed my wrist, pinning it down to keep me from resisting. His other hand moved to my chest, squeezing my breast with crude eagerness, his touch harsh and unapologetic. I flinched at the sensation, his fingers digging into my flesh as he groped me like I was nothing more than a plaything for his twisted pleasure. The air in the underpass became thick with the obscene sounds of his assault, the slick, wet noises from my slit filling the tunnel with a sickening rhythm. Each thrust seemed to echo louder than the last, making it impossible to block out the humiliation, as my body betrayed me with those shameful sounds. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I tried to scream for help again, my voice rising in desperation, but before a sound could escape, the man clamped his rough hand over my mouth, silencing me instantly. His grip was forceful, the pressure of his palm crushing my lips against my teeth as he stifled my cries, leaving me with no way to call out. Without missing a beat, he shoved two fingers deep into my mouth, forcing them past my lips and down my throat. The intrusion was sudden and harsh, gagging me as I struggled to breathe around the thickness of his fingers. I tried to pull my head away, but his hold on me was unyielding, keeping me locked in place as his fingers filled my mouth. The taste of sweat and dirt only added to the growing horror, as he continued to control every part of my body, my helplessness growing with each passing second. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man shifted his position, momentarily releasing his grip on me. Seizing the chance, I sprang up, desperate to escape. But in an instant, he caught me again, forcefully tossing me back onto the dirty mattress. "You're not going anywhere," he said with a chilling calmness, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. Panic surged through me as I realized how powerless I truly was. Then he forcefully bent me over, pinning my arms behind my back with a firm grip, as my face pressed into the dirty mattress. His movements were rough and dominating as he took control, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. After that, he entered me and started moving quickly. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After pulling out of me, he lifted my arms above my head, the cool metal of the handcuffs biting into my wrists as he fastened them to a rusted pipe on the wall of the underpass. The gritty concrete felt rough against my back, and the dim light barely illuminated his predatory smile. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I could hear the distant sounds of the city above us, muffled and indifferent, as my heart raced, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through me. Each click of the cuffs echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel his breath close to my face, heavy with the weight of his intentions. [[Continue|Underpas Fun]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>>

I sat on the dirty mattress, handcuffed to a pipe, when suddenly I spotted the homeless man I had seen in the underpass. <<if $homelessfunUnderpass>> <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/homeless_fun.jpg"/> He stopped, looking at me with evident surprise, then burst out laughing. He spat in my direction. "Funny, right?!" he said, shaking his head, and without waiting for my response, he continued on his way, leaving me alone with my fears. [[Continue|Underpas Continue]] <<else>> <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/homeless_help.jpg"/> He approached, eyeing me and the man beside me with suspicion. Suddenly, he pulled out a knife and said, "Get out of here while you can!" His voice was sharp and threatening. The man stepped back, glaring at the homeless man. "You'll regret this," he muttered, but realizing the situation could escalate, he turned and fled into the darkness. The homeless man looked at me with sympathy. "Come on, I'll help you," he said, bending down to deal with the handcuffs. With his assistance, they finally fell away, and I felt the heavy burden lift from my shoulders. "Thank you," I said, genuinely grateful for his help. I quickly dressed and tidied myself up, trying not to waste a second. Soon, I left the underpass, feeling that this time I had managed to escape danger. <<set $junkieUnderpass = true>> [[Go away|Outside]] <<endif>>

As soon as the man was sure the homeless guy had left, he turned his attention back to me. A twisted grin spread across his face as he stepped closer. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what was about to happen. Without a word, he moved in, pressing himself against me. His cock rubbed against my face, his breath coming in heavy, disgusting waves. "You’re going to love this," he sneered, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Just relax and take it like a good girl." I was trapped, powerless to move, as he continued with sick satisfaction. "Don’t fight it," he taunted, leaning closer, "You’ll thank me later." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Grabbing a fistful of my hair with one hand, he yanked my head back roughly. Without any warning, he forced his cock into my mouth, his grip tightening as he began to push me down onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gagged as he continued, holding me firmly in place, forcing me to take him deeper with each thrust. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My hands were still cuffed to the pipe, leaving me helpless and unable to fight back. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath. Before I could process what was happening, he forcefully turned me around, pushing me down so that I was bent over, completely exposed. His hands gripped my hips, positioning me as he wanted, while my heart raced in fear of what was to come next. He thrust into me from behind with no hesitation, the force of his movements rough and relentless. Pain shot through me as the handcuffs dug into my wrists, the metal biting into my skin with each motion. His grip on my hips tightened as he continued, using my body with brutal disregard. My mind was a haze of fear and pain, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the air as he kept going. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without warning, he pulled out of my aching slit and, before I could react, he shoved himself roughly into my backside. The shock of the sudden intrusion sent waves of pain through me, but to my bitter relief, he didn’t last long. With a few quick, aggressive thrusts, he groaned and finished inside me. Then, with a loud, wet squelching sound, he pulled out, leaving me feeling violated and sore. His grip momentarily loosened as he stepped back, the ordeal finally over. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He gave a loud slap to my sore backside, and I felt his cum slowly dripping out of me. A twisted grin spread across his face as he watched me, clearly satisfied with himself. Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the tunnel, and his smug expression faltered for a moment. He glanced over his shoulder, listening carefully. Realizing he didn’t want to be caught, he quickly stood up and, with a grunt of annoyance, reached down to unlock the handcuffs binding me to the pipe. The cold metal finally released my wrists, and I collapsed forward, my body weak and trembling. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\underpass\gotcha\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He quickly pulled up his pants and strode away into the darkness of the tunnel, his footsteps fading into the distance. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, my heart racing from the whirlwind of events. With trembling hands, I hurriedly began to put on my clothes. I adjusted my panties, feeling the uncomfortable reminder of what had just happened. Glancing around the dimly lit underpass, I spotted my shoes lying on the floor. I quickly slipped them on, feeling the familiar weight of them. As I straightened my dress, I felt the warm trickle of his cum sliding down my thigh, a humiliating reminder of my violation. Steeling myself, I took a deep breath and made my way towards the exit, each step echoing the gravity of my situation. <img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass_escape.jpg"/> Once I stepped out into the cool night air, I shivered, both from the chill and the lingering sensation within me. [[Go away|Outside]] <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $junkieUnderpass = true>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_bench_smoke.jpg"/> I pull out a cigarette from my pack, place it between my lips, and light it. The first drag fills my lungs with a familiar warmth, and I feel a wave of calm wash over me. The smoke lazily drifts into the air, blending with the breeze. As I sit there, the distant sounds of the park fade into the background, replaced by the quiet crackle of the burning tobacco. <ul> <li>[[Finish smoking and stay seated|Park Bench]]</li> <li>[[Put out the cigarette and stand up|Park]]</li> </ul> <<set $cigarettes -= 1>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> <<if $money >= 5>> I approach the counter and decide to treat myself to a hot dog. The friendly man behind the counter greets me with a smile. "Would you like to try one of our delicious hot dogs? They're just $5, and all toppings are included in the price," he says, pointing to the array of toppings available. I nod in agreement and choose my favorite toppings: mustard, ketchup, and a sprinkle of relish. The man quickly prepares my hot dog, adding the toppings with skill and care. He hands it to me, wrapped in a napkin. <img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdog.jpg"/> I take a bite of the hot dog. The combination of the juicy sausage and the fresh, tangy toppings creates a perfect taste sensation. It's hot, flavorful, and satisfying. I enjoy every bite as I savor the deliciousness of this simple pleasure. Once I’m finished, I look around, feeling content. <<else>> Unfortunately, I don’t have enough money to buy a hot dog. <<endif>> [[Return to the Park|Park]] <<set $money -= 5>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> I approach the friendly woman behind the counter and mention that I saw the job advertisement for handing out flyers. "It's a simple job. All you need to do is hand out flyers around the park to invite people to visit our snack bar. It's not hard work and you can earn some extra money," she explains with a warm smile. I think about it for a moment. The job seems straightforward and not too demanding. "On average, you can make around $15 per shift for this job," she adds, giving me a clearer picture of the potential earnings. "Would you like to take the job?" she asks, her tone inviting. "You can start anytime. Just let me know if you decide to accept." [[Agree to Take the Job|Agree To Hot Dog Job]] [[Say I'll Think About It|Park]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> I decide to accept the job offer. The woman behind the counter beams with satisfaction. "Great choice!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you for agreeing to help us out. You'll be handing out flyers to promote our snack bar and bring in more customers." She hands me a stack of brightly colored flyers and provides a brief overview of the park’s layout, highlighting the best spots to reach potential visitors. "Just walk around the park and distribute these flyers. It's a relaxed job, and you can take your time," she adds, offering a reassuring smile. "If you need anything or have questions, feel free to come back here." I take the flyers and nod in agreement. As I head out to start my shift, I feel a sense of purpose and anticipation. The task seems manageable, and the potential earnings are a motivating factor. [[Return to the Park|Park]] <<set $parkflyerjobAccepted = true>> <<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_flyers.jpg"/> I decide to spend some time handing out flyers around the park. As I walk along the pathways, I approach passersby with a friendly smile. "Hello! We have a fantastic snack bar just around the corner," I say enthusiastically, offering them a flyer. "If you're in the mood for a delicious hot dog or some great snacks, here’s a flyer with all the details." I notice people’s varying reactions as they take the flyers or politely decline. Despite the mix of responses, I maintain a positive demeanor and continue my efforts diligently. As the workday progresses and my shift comes to an end, I feel that I’ve effectively distributed most of the flyers. The stack is significantly smaller, and I’m confident that I’ve made a noticeable impact. With the flyer distribution completed, it’s time to head back to the snack bar to collect my earnings for the work I’ve done. [[Return to the café and receive payment for the shift|Collect Earnings]] <<set $flyerDistributionCount = $flyerDistributionCount + 1>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> I return to the snack bar after a productive day of handing out flyers. The man behind the counter greets me with a warm smile and a friendly nod. "Welcome back! How many flyers did you manage to distribute today?" he asks, his tone genuinely interested. I inform him of the number of flyers I handed out. He listens attentively, then reaches into the register to retrieve my earnings. "Great job!" he says, handing me my payment. "Here’s your reward for the work you’ve done today. I appreciate your effort in spreading the word about our snack bar." [[Return to the Park|Park]] <<set $money = $money + ($flyerDistributionCount * 15)>> <<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>><<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 5>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/><<if $hotdogHeadgiver == true>> The hot dog café owner smirks and asks, "So, you’ve decided to earn a little extra again?" [[Yes, I’m interested|Park]] [[No, maybe another time|Park]] <<else>><<if $hotdogHead == true>> I decide to ask the hot dog café owner about the possibility of earning some extra money again, just like last time. "Sure, I’m open to it. I can pay you $50 this time for a blowjob." I raised an eyebrow and replied, "But last time it was $75." "Yes, the $75 was a one-time promotional offer to see how well you handled the job. The extra $25 was just for me to get a better look at you." I nodded in understanding and said, "Alright, okay." The hot dog café owner then leaned in, his tone more serious. "So, what’s it going to be? Are you accepting the terms?" [[Agree to the Terms|Hot Dog Part-Time Work]] [[Say maybe another time and leave|Park]]<<else>> The man’s smile widens as he says, "Thank you for your help! You've been doing an excellent job lately. By the way, since you’ve been so dedicated, I was thinking you might be interested in earning some extra tips." [[Ask About the Tips|Hot Dog Tips]] <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> The man leans in with a sly smile, his gaze lingering a bit too long on me. "Well, since you've been doing such a good job, I can offer you some extra tips," he says, his tone suggestive. "If you come behind the counter and help me out a bit more personally, I could offer you a generous $50. How does that sound?" He takes a moment to give me a lingering look, making it clear what kind of help he's hinting at. His eyes are filled with a mix of expectation and amusement. Standing beside him, his assistant looks me up and down with a smirk. "Oh, come on now, it might be fun," she adds with a playful tone. "It’s not every day you get an offer like this. You might enjoy it more than you think. And $50 is a pretty nice bonus, don’t you think?" The two of them exchange knowing glances, clearly encouraging me to consider the offer. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as they wait for my response. <<set $arousal += 25>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> [[Accept the Offer|Accept Tips HDC]] [[Politely Decline|Decline Tips HDC]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> I decide to go along with the owner's persistent offer, even though there's something strange about the whole situation. His assistant, a young woman with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye, chimes in: “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she says with a playful tone. “You’re gonna love this taste. It’s quite the unique experience.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/offer.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The owner, with a confident smirk, pulls out his large cock and places it carefully between two freshly toasted buns. The assistant then takes over, her movements methodical as she drizzles mustard and ketchup over his cock. Her actions are slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours. “Bon appétit, sweetie,” she purrs, her voice dripping with anticipation. Feeling a mix of curiosity and unease, you nervously step behind the counter, joining the two of them. The atmosphere is tense, the scents of the condiments mingling with the palpable anticipation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/agree.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The assistant, clearly enjoying the moment, kneels down and brings her face close to the cock. She teasingly takes a small taste, her lips briefly wrapping around it before she pulls back with a satisfied grin. “Better than the local hot dogs,” she says, winking at you. “Come on, sweetie, give it a try. It’s not every day you get to taste something so… special.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/assistant.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Hesitating, you kneel beside her, feeling the tension in the air. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly, and take hold of the cock. You bring it closer, and with a small, tentative bite, you taste the soft bun. The assistant encourages you: “Go on, try the sausage,” she says, her tone both teasing and supportive. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Mustering up your courage, you take a cautious lick of the cock. The taste is surprisingly good, and you nod slowly. The assistant's voice breaks through your thoughts: “So, how is it? Tasty, right?” she asks with a playful grin. You manage a small smile and reply: “Yeah, it's... pretty good.” The assistant takes away the buns, leaving you with just the main course—a large, savory cock coated in mustard and ketchup. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/lick.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The sight of it made your heart race a little faster. Without hesitation, you leaned in and quickly licked off the sauces, savoring the tangy flavors. The assistant held the sausage steady as you began to take it into your mouth, her hands gently guiding you. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/suck.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The owner watched with a satisfied grin. “I’ll throw in an extra $25 if you take off that dress,” he offered smoothly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. You didn't even think twice. Obediently, you slipped out of your dress, feeling the cool air against your skin as it brushed against your exposed body. The sudden chill sent a shiver down your spine, but you pushed through, kneeling back down in front of him. The owner's gaze lingered appreciatively on your exposed form. “Perfect,” he murmured, clearly pleased with your compliance. His assistant, still standing by with a mischievous grin, looked at you with a hint of approval. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/undress.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> You resumed your task, focusing intently on the cock in front of you. Its size was overwhelming, but you persisted, determined to please. As you worked, the assistant held a handful of cash in front of your face, her voice dripping with a mix of mockery and amusement. “I knew the moment I saw you that you’d end up right here, on your knees,” she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips as she shook the money, her eyes glinting with amusement. Her words barely registered through the haze of concentration and nervous excitement; you were too absorbed in the task at hand. Your focus was entirely on polishing the owner’s sausage to perfection, driven by a mix of curiosity and the need to fulfill your role. The owner watched you with a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the display of your submission and dedication. His expression was one of pleasure as he observed you working diligently, a hint of approval in his eyes. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As you continued to work on the savory cock, focused and determined, the assistant leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your skin. Without a word, she began to help you slip out of your underwear, her touch firm yet strangely comforting. “Just relax,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing as she guided the fabric down your legs. You were left completely exposed, but you hardly noticed, too engrossed in the task at hand. The assistant smirked, satisfied with her work. “You’re doing great,” she said, her eyes lingering on your exposed form before returning to her position. The cool air against your bare skin only heightened the intensity of the moment. Despite the exposure, your mind was singularly focused on the delicious cock in front of you. The taste was overwhelming, each bite and lick reinforcing your dedication. Before long, the owner, watching with a satisfied grin, rewarded your efforts with his special sauce. The warm, salty burst of flavor was rich and intense. You swallowed without hesitation, savoring the culmination of your hard work. “That’s it,” the owner said approvingly, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of appreciation and desire. “You’ve earned every bit of that reward.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The assistant, with a sly smile, handed you your well-earned tips. The money, still slightly crumpled from her grip, crinkled in your hand as you took it. “You did a fantastic job,” she said, her tone both approving and teasing. “Here’s your reward. Consider this a little something extra for going above and beyond.” Her fingers lingered on the edge of the cash for a moment longer than necessary, her touch surprisingly warm. You could feel her eyes on you, a hint of mischief dancing in them as she watched your reaction. As you looked at the money, you couldn’t help but notice the satisfied gleam in her eyes. “Don’t be a stranger,” she added with a wink. “We might have more opportunities for you in the future.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/money.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> You nodded, feeling a mix of accomplishment and lingering excitement from the day's events, and took your leave with the tips securely in hand. <<set $money = $money + 75>><<set $hotdogHead = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Return to the Park|Park]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe.jpg"/> I politely decline the offer. The man’s expression shifts to one of understanding, and he gives me a warm smile. "That's alright," he says, his voice still friendly and encouraging. "If you change your mind, just let me know. We could always use an extra pair of hands around here." His tone remains light, and he seems genuinely appreciative of the work I’ve done. The assistant beside him nods in agreement. "Yeah, no pressure. Thanks for all your help today. You did a great job handing out those flyers." She offers me a reassuring smile, making it clear there’s no hard feelings. I nod and head towards the door, feeling a sense of accomplishment for the work I’ve completed. [[Return to the Park|Park]]

Having agreed to the terms, I stepped behind the counter at the hot dog cafe. The owner, his eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction, said with a smirk, "Now, go ahead and take off that dress." After a moment of hesitation, I complied, slipping out of the dress and standing there in just my lingerie. The cool air against my bare skin made me shiver slightly, but I pushed the discomfort aside. Without wasting any time, I sank to my knees and began to perform the task. The cafe was empty of customers, so the owner's assistant, who was currently without work, wandered around us. She offered me tips with a teasing tone, "Make sure to use your tongue more. It’s all about the right technique." Her presence and advice, while somewhat distracting, were meant to improve my performance. She continued to circle around, occasionally giving me pointers on how to enhance the experience. I focused on the task at hand, doing my best to follow her suggestions while keeping my mind on the job and the goal in sight. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I continued, the owner suddenly told me to slow down. I pulled away, wondering what was going on. With a hint of urgency in his voice, he said, "I'm getting close. I can finish in your mouth, and you'll still get the $50. Or," he paused, "I could add another $50 if you let me fuck you. What do you choose?" [[Just stick with the blowjob|Oral HotDog]] [[Agree to the sex|Sex HotDog]]

I decided that $50 for oral work was enough for me, so I said I would just do the blowjob. The hot dog cafe owner responded, "Suit yourself. Go ahead then. And make sure to take off your bra." I removed my bra and, not wasting any time, I got down on my knees and resumed my task, focusing on providing the best experience I could. Soon, the owner pulled his cock from my mouth and instructed me, "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue." As I complied, he began to masturbate and, without warning, ejaculated into my mouth. The warm, salty cum filled my mouth, and I tried to swallow it all as he finished. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After receiving the money for the blowjob, I thanked the hot dog cafe owner. He smiled and replied, "Thank you, sweetheart. It’s you who deserves thanks." I quickly dressed and left the cafe, eager to put the experience behind me. <<set $money = $money + 50>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Leave|Park]]

I agreed to have sex, which delighted the hot dog cafe owner. He instructed me to lean on the counter, which I did without hesitation. As I positioned myself, he slowly pulled down my panties, his hands exploring my pussy before giving me a light spanking. Meanwhile, the assistant, who was holding $100 that I would receive for my work, spanked me with the bills, smirking as she said, "Good choice, you really made the right decision. I didn't expect anything else from a white girl." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I propped one leg up on the counter, gripping the edge with one hand while my other hand held onto the top of the counter for support. The hot dog cafe owner positioned himself behind me and entered me, his movements vigorous and relentless. As he began to thrust into me, his assistant, who had been watching with a smirk, leaned in closer. She taunted, "You know, I had a feeling you'd be into this. It's always the same with white girls—so eager and available. You just can't resist, can you?" Her voice was laced with mockery and a hint of superiority. She continued, her eyes gleaming with amusement, "I bet you thought you'd get away with just a quick blowjob. But here you are, doing exactly what I expected. White girls like you always think they can play it safe and then end up right where you are now. You really are something." Her comments were meant to belittle and demean, adding to the degrading nature of the experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The hot dog cafe owner lifted me effortlessly, positioning me with my backside resting on a small table near the counter. He then resumed his vigorous thrusts, pounding into me rhythmically. The table creaked under the intensity of his movements. Without warning, he thrust three fingers into my mouth, exploring and probing. The sudden invasion was both shocking and intrusive, and I struggled to accommodate his hand. His assistant, leaning casually against the counter with a smirk, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and scorn. She taunted, "Well, look at you, so desperate and compliant. Who would've thought a white girl like you would be so easy to handle? Always the same—too eager to please and ready for anything." She continued, her tone dripping with mockery, "I knew you'd fall right into line. It's almost predictable how some girls get caught up in the moment, thinking they'll impress or get more money. Just look at you now, completely at his mercy. Classic." Her taunts echoed around the room, adding to the degrading atmosphere of the encounter. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a squelching sound, the hot dog cafe owner pulled his cock out of me and laid down on the floor of the cafe. He looked up at me with a grin and said, "Come on, get on top of me." Feeling the build-up of my orgasm and driven by his command, I obediently straddled him and began to bounce up and down on his dick. As I continued, the assistant approached with a ridiculous hat shaped like a hot dog, clearly part of their mascot costume. She placed it on my head with a mischievous smile. "Here, wear this. It’s all part of the fun," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Just then, the doorbell jingled, signaling a new arrival. Being fully exposed and with no time to hide, I kept riding the cafe owner’s cock. The assistant, unfazed, walked over to the counter where a new customer stood. The customer was a large Black woman in her forties. The customer looked around and commented with a chuckle, "Damn, y’all got a whole scene going on here, Carmen!" It was clear she was addressing the assistant. Carmen responded with a smirk, "Hey, Shanita. Yeah, just the usual—another white girl who’s down to do anything for a quick fifty bucks. Ain’t it a riot?" Her tone was full of mockery. Shanita joined in the laughter, "Girl, you know it! These white girls be out here wildin’ just to make a little cash. It’s like they’ll do anythin’ to get by. Look at her, bouncin’ up and down like it’s a workout video." As Carmen prepared a hot dog for Shanita, they continued to chat loudly, their laughter filling the room. "You see this mess? All this for just fifty dollars. It’s pathetic how desperate they be," Carmen said, shaking her head. Shanita chuckled, adding, "I tell ya, these chicks just can’t get enough. Always so ready to please. Makes you wonder if they’ve got any self-respect left. Ain’t no way I’d be out here like that!" After a few more comments and some more derisive laughter, Shanita took her hot dog and left the cafe. The sound of the door closing marked the end of their taunting remarks, leaving me exposed and still riding the owner. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling that he was nearing his climax, the hot dog cafe owner gave my ass a sharp smack and commanded, "Get off me and get on your knees." I complied immediately, kneeling in front of him. He added, "Stick out your tongue." I did as instructed, sticking out my tongue and looking up at him. He positioned himself in front of me and began to stroke his dick vigorously. Carmen, standing nearby, watched with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Look at you, girl, all ready and eager. You’re like a toy for him to play with. Ain’t no shame in your game, huh?" The owner’s breathing grew heavier, and he increased his pace. "You’re doing great, just keep that tongue out. I’m almost there." Carmen continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you’re a real pro, aren’t you? Just another day in the life of a desperate white girl. Gonna give him a nice finish, huh?" With a final groan, the owner climaxed, splattering his cum into my mouth and on my face. The warm, salty fluid coated my tongue and dripped down onto my skin. Carmen chuckled as she observed the scene. "That’s it, take it all in. Look at you, covered in his mess. Makes you wonder if you’ve ever had any self-respect. But hey, you got your hundred bucks, right? So, mission accomplished!" As the owner caught his breath, Carmen shook her head, "Damn, girl. I swear, y’all really out here doing the most for a little bit of cash. It’s like you don’t even care how low you’re sinking." With that, Carmen walked away, leaving me kneeling, still processing the humiliation of the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\part_time_job\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After the owner finished, he extended his hand to help me up from my knees. With a gentle grip, he assisted me to my feet and handed me a handful of tissues. "Here, clean yourself up," he said kindly, indicating my face smeared with his cum. I took the tissues and wiped away the mess, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief as I tried to restore some semblance of dignity. Once I had cleaned myself up, the owner reached into the register and handed me the promised $100. "You did great today," he said with a genuine smile. "Don’t mind Carmen’s remarks. Sometimes she can be a bit of a bitch. It’s just how she is." I nodded, feeling a bit awkward but appreciative. "Thank you," I said softly, taking the money. With that, I quickly gathered my things and made my way out of the hot dog cafe. I walked briskly towards the park, eager to leave the unsettling experience behind me and return to a place of relative normalcy. [[Leave|Park]] <<set $hotdogHeadgiver = true>><<set $money = $money + 100>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Hey, Jill! It’s <<print $name>>!" I chime in as soon as she picks up. "Oh hey! How’s everything?" Her voice is lively, and I can hear some faint sounds of typing in the background. "Not too bad! Just wanted to catch up. What’s going on with you?" "I'm actually working right now, just taking a quick break." She sounds focused. "Thinking about grabbing lunch soon, though. What about you? Any plans?" [[Suggest hanging out together|Jill Meet Plan]] <<link "Say nothing special and end the call">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> The phone rings a few times before my mom picks up. Her familiar voice fills the line, instantly making me feel a bit more at ease. "Hello, sweetie! It's so nice to hear from you. How are you?" I smile, even though she can't see it, feeling a wave of warmth. "Hi, Mom. I'm doing okay. Just thought I’d give you a call and check in." We talk for a few minutes, catching up on small things. Her voice is comforting, and even though it’s just a quick chat, it reminds me of home. "You take care of yourself, alright? Call me anytime." "I will. Love you, Mom." As I hang up, I feel a little lighter, glad I made the call. <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><</link>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/wine.jpg"/> <<if $stephaniePhone == false>> As I sipped the wine, enjoying its rich flavor that danced on my palate, I felt the warmth of the moment enveloping me. The soft lighting accentuated the inviting atmosphere, and I finally decided to ask the question that had been on my mind: "What do you do for a living?" With genuine interest, Stephanie replied, her voice steady and confident, "I'm a sex therapist. My work involves helping clients overcome phobias, anxieties, and build confidence in their sexual lives." Her words hung in the air like a delicate thread, creating a slight tension in the room that felt almost palpable. I could see the passion in her eyes, a spark that hinted at her dedication to her profession. Looking at me intently, Stephanie leaned in slightly, her expression earnest. "Would you like to have a session?" She paused for a moment before adding, "Typically, a session costs $100, but since I’m the one offering, I’ll conduct it for free." The question lingered, filled with possibilities and a hint of curiosity, as I considered the implications of her generous offer. <ul> <li>[[Agree to the session|Agree Session Steph]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline|Politely Decline Steph]]</li> </ul><<else>> As I sipped the wine, savoring its rich flavor, the evening felt calm and pleasant. Stephanie and I exchanged light conversation, but nothing too deep this time. She seemed relaxed, and the atmosphere was cozy. We spent the time talking about little things — the neighborhood, her favorite places around the city. It was nice, just simple companionship. I felt the warmth of the wine settling in, and we both enjoyed each other's company without the weight of heavier conversations. After we finished the bottle, Stephanie walked me to the door with a smile, giving me a gentle hug before I stepped out into the cool evening air. "Come by anytime," she said warmly, her smile making the invitation feel sincere. "Thanks, I will," I replied, feeling a sense of comfort as I made my way home. [[Leave and go back outside|Outside]] <<endif>>

"You know what? Why not?" I said with a small smile, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. After all, the session would be free, and maybe it would be interesting to try something new. Stephanie’s eyes lit up as she nodded approvingly. "Great! Let’s get started then," she said warmly, gesturing for me to follow her. She led me through the hallway and into a cozy, softly lit room that looked like a combination of a professional office and a living space. I could tell this was where she worked. She invited me to sit on a large, comfortable leather sofa, while she kicked off her shoes and settled onto a smaller one opposite me, crossing her legs in a relaxed manner. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Alright, let’s begin," she started, her voice calm and professional, but still warm. "I want you to feel completely comfortable, so let’s talk openly. You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to, and we’ll take things at your pace." I nodded, feeling a little more at ease by her gentle approach. "So," she continued, her tone soft but inquisitive, "What would you say is your current relationship with your sexual self? Are there any particular worries or insecurities you’d like to address today?" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, but the calm environment and her nonjudgmental expression made it easier. "I guess I’ve always felt a bit... unsure about myself in that area," I admitted, surprised at my own honesty. "Like, sometimes I don’t know if I’m doing things right, or if I’m too shy to really... let go." Stephanie nodded understandingly. "That’s very common. Many people, especially women, feel that pressure to ‘perform’ or meet certain expectations. But the truth is, sexuality is about what feels good and right for you—not about meeting anyone else’s standards." Her words made sense, but I still felt a little unsure. "I just don’t know how to stop overthinking it." Stephanie smiled warmly, leaning forward slightly. "That’s completely normal. A lot of the work I do is about helping people break free from those mental blocks. Sometimes, it’s about letting yourself be vulnerable and understanding that you’re allowed to enjoy things at your own pace." She paused for a moment, as if thinking. "Have you ever explored what you like, just for yourself? Without worrying about how it might be perceived by anyone else?" I blushed slightly, unsure of how to answer. "Not really... I guess I’ve never thought about it like that." Stephanie smiled again, her gaze both kind and insightful. "That’s something we can work on," she said softly. "Sometimes, it’s about giving yourself permission to explore and to ask yourself what you really enjoy. There’s no rush and no need to feel pressured." We continued talking for what felt like hours, discussing various aspects of confidence, self-acceptance, and the importance of open communication with partners. Throughout the session, Stephanie’s approach remained professional yet warm, guiding me to think about my own desires and fears in a way I hadn’t before. As the session drew to a close, Stephanie leaned back and smiled. "You’ve done really well today," she said sincerely. "These things take time, but you’ve made a great first step." I nodded, feeling a surprising sense of relief and even empowerment. "Thank you, Stephanie. This was... really helpful." She smiled warmly as I stood up. "I’m glad to hear that. And remember, if you ever want to continue, my door is always open." [[Leave and go back outside|Outside]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $stephaniePhone = true>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>>

"That’s really generous of you, but I think I’ll pass for now," I said with a polite smile, feeling a mix of gratitude and slight awkwardness. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but I wasn’t ready for something like that. Stephanie smiled understandingly, not showing any sign of offense. "Of course, no pressure," she said, reaching for her bag and pulling out a sleek business card. She handed it to me with a warm smile. "Here’s my number. If you ever change your mind, just give me a call and we’ll set up a session." I took the card, grateful for her professionalism and her lack of insistence. We continued chatting for a little while longer, finishing the wine as the conversation shifted to lighter topics. After some time, I thanked her for the evening, and she walked me to the door. Just as I was about to leave, Stephanie gently pulled me into a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around me in a gesture of genuine affection. <img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/hugs.jpg"/> "It was really nice spending time with you," I said sincerely as we parted. "Likewise," she replied, giving me a friendly nod as I stepped out into the cool night air. With the warmth of the wine still lingering and the unexpected comfort of the hug, I made my way home, her card safely tucked away in my pocket, just in case. [[Leave and go back outside|Outside]] <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $stephaniePhone = true>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 1>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> The phone rings only twice before Stephanie picks up, her voice warm and familiar. "Hello, darling! I wasn't expecting a call from you today." I hesitate for a moment, but her friendly tone makes it easy to continue. "Hi, Stephanie. I was just thinking about our last conversation and figured I'd give you a call." There’s a brief pause before she responds, "I'm glad you did. So, what's on your mind?" I consider my options, feeling the weight of her interest on the other end of the line. <<if $stephanieThirdS>><ul> <li>[[Schedule a fourth session for $100|Schedule Fourth Session Steph]]</li> <li>[[Suggest a stroll together|Invite Bar Steph]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $stephanieSecondS>><ul> <li>[[Schedule a third session for $100|Schedule Third Session Steph]]</li> <li>[[Invite Stephanie out for a walk|Invite Cafe Steph]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $stephanieFirstS>><ul> <li>[[Schedule a second session for $100|Schedule Second Session Steph]]</li> <li>[[Invite Stephanie out for a walk|Invite Walk Steph]]</li> </ul> <<else>><ul> <li>[[Schedule a session for $100|Schedule Session Steph]]</li> <li>[[Invite Stephanie out for a walk|Invite Walk Steph]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> I decided to have session with Stephanie, so I asked her directly over the phone, "Are you available for a session right now?" There was a brief pause before she responded in her usual calm, composed voice. "Give me a moment to check," she said. I could hear her moving around, likely checking her schedule. After a few moments, Stephanie came back on the line. "Yes, I have some time free now. You can come over if you'd like." "Perfect, I'll be there soon," I replied, feeling both excited and a little nervous as I hung up. With that, I got ready and headed to her house for the session. <ul> <li>[[Go to Stephanie's house for the session|Steph Session one]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "I was wondering... do you want to go for a walk?" I ask, feeling a little nervous as the words leave my mouth. There’s a slight pause before Stephanie responds, her voice warm and inviting. "A walk sounds lovely. I could use some fresh air. Where should we meet?" We quickly decide on a spot, and I feel a small flutter of excitement at the thought of spending some time with her outside of our usual setting. "Great, I'll see you soon," I say, a smile tugging at my lips as I hang up the phone. <ul> <li>[[Head to the park|Park Meet Steph]]</li> </ul>

The cool evening breeze brushes against my skin as I arrive at the park. The sun is beginning to set, casting warm, golden hues over the trees and paths. As I approach the fountain near the entrance, I spot Stephanie standing there, her posture relaxed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Hey there, right on time," she greets me, her tone warm and friendly. "Hey," I reply with a smile, feeling a little more at ease as I walk up to her. <img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/park.jpg"/> We start walking along the park's winding path, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Stephanie talks about her love for the city, sharing stories of when she first moved here and how she discovered all the little hidden gems this park had to offer. I share a few things about myself as well, feeling more comfortable with each passing minute. The air smells fresh, and the faint sound of children playing in the distance mixes with the rustle of leaves. We walk for what feels like hours, discussing everything from work to our favorite books and movies. Her presence is calming, yet there’s an undercurrent of energy in the way she speaks, always leaving me curious for more. Eventually, we find ourselves back near the entrance. "Thanks for the walk. I really enjoyed it," she says, turning to face me. "I did too. We should do this again sometime," I respond, feeling a sense of connection after our evening together. Stephanie nods, her smile softening. "Definitely. Take care, and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything." With that, we part ways, each heading off in our own direction. As I walk home, I feel lighter, a sense of contentment lingering after our pleasant evening together. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 20>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/home_talk.jpg"/> <<if $money >= 100>> Stephanie opens the door with a welcoming smile. "I hope you remember that this session is paid," she says playfully. I reach into my bag and pull out a crisp $100 bill, handing it to her. "Perfect! Come in, let's get started," she replies, stepping aside to let me in. I walk into her cozy office, where the atmosphere is warm and inviting. Soon, Stephanie joins me, ready for the session. <<set $money -= 100>> [[Continue|Stephanie Session]] <<else>> Stephanie opens the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Did you forget that this session will cost you?" she asks gently. I glance into my bag and realize I don’t have enough money for the session. "I’m so sorry, I can’t afford it right now," I apologize, feeling embarrassed. "That’s alright, it happens," she reassures me. "Just let me know when you have the funds, and we can reschedule." I nod, grateful for her understanding, and step back out onto the street. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/session.jpg"/> As I settled onto the sofa, I could feel a sense of anticipation in the air. Stephanie soon joined me, a friendly smile on her face. She handed me a glass filled with a refreshing drink, its coolness contrasting with the warmth of the room. "This should help ease any tension," she said, her tone soothing. I took a sip, enjoying the crisp flavor, and we chatted lightly for a few moments, discussing the challenges and triumphs since our last meeting. Stephanie’s presence was calming, and I felt more at ease as the conversation flowed. After a short while, Stephanie gently shifted the focus back to our session. "Alright, let’s begin," she announced, her voice steady and inviting. As the session progressed, we delved into deeper topics, exploring feelings and experiences that had shaped my understanding of intimacy. Stephanie's guidance was insightful, encouraging me to reflect and share openly. Toward the end of our time together, I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me. In a moment that took me by surprise, Stephanie began to lightly graze her bare foot against my leg, starting just below my knee and moving gently along my calf. It was an unexpected yet intimate gesture, one that made the atmosphere feel charged with an unspoken connection. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I looked at her, feeling a mix of curiosity and intrigue as she maintained eye contact, her expression both playful and professional. The session had taken on a new dynamic, and I couldn't help but wonder what this meant for our budding relationship. As the minutes passed, Stephanie finally spoke up, "I’m afraid our time is up." Her tone was gentle but firm. I nodded, a bit reluctant to leave this comforting space. "Thank you, Stephanie. I really feel better after this," I replied, grateful for her guidance. After exchanging warm goodbyes, I stepped out into the fresh air, feeling lighter and more at peace as I walked down the street. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 25>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $stephanieFirstS = true>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> I decided it was time for another session with Stephanie, so I gathered my courage and asked over the phone, "Are you free for a session now?" There was a moment of silence, and I could sense her considering my request. "Let me just check my availability," she replied, her tone reassuring. I could hear her moving around, perhaps flipping through her planner or checking her schedule on the computer. A few moments later, Stephanie returned with a friendly, professional demeanor. "Good news! I have some time open right now. If you're ready, you can come over." I felt a wave of relief wash over me, accompanied by a flutter of excitement. "Perfect! I'll be there shortly," I said, feeling a sense of purpose as I hung up. With a quick glance in the mirror and a few deep breaths, I made my way to her home, eager to dive into our session and explore more of what we had discussed last time. <ul> <li>[[Go to Stephanie's house for the session|Steph Session two]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/home_talk.jpg"/> <<if $money >= 100>> Stephanie opens the door with her usual welcoming smile. "I hope you didn’t forget, this session will cost you," she says playfully, but with a hint of seriousness in her tone. I nod, reaching into my bag and taking out a crisp $100 bill, handing it to her without hesitation. "Great! Come on in, we’ll get started right away," she says, stepping aside to let me enter her home. I walk inside, the familiar warmth of her cozy space instantly relaxing me. Her office, with its soft lighting and soothing décor, feels like the perfect place to dive into another session. <<set $money -= 100>> [[Continue|Stephanie 2 Session]] <<else>> Stephanie opens the door, a curious look in her eyes, though there’s no trace of judgment. "Did you forget that today’s session will cost $100?" she asks, her voice gentle yet firm. My stomach sinks as I fumble through my bag, only to realize I don’t have enough. I glance up at her, embarrassment creeping up my face. "I’m so sorry, I don’t have enough right now," I admit quietly. Stephanie gives me a soft smile. "It’s alright, these things happen. Just let me know when you’re ready, and we’ll reschedule." I nod, grateful for her understanding, and step back onto the quiet street, feeling a little lighter despite the circumstances. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/sessiontwo.jpg"/> Stephanie welcomed me into her familiar, cozy office once again. The air was warm and inviting, just like the first time. As usual, she handed me a refreshing cold drink before the session began. "Here you go. This will help ease any tension," she said with a gentle smile. I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe me, as we chatted lightly for a few moments, exchanging pleasantries. Once we had settled in, Stephanie's tone shifted, signaling the start of the session. Her professionalism was always clear, but today something felt different—almost more intense. I laid back against the comfortable leather couch, and soon, just as she had done before, her bare foot brushed against my leg. At first, it was light, tracing a familiar path from my knee downward. But this time, her touch was bolder, her toes slipping higher up my leg, grazing my thigh. I continued speaking, talking about my thoughts, feelings, and personal struggles. But the gentle pressure of her foot on my skin made it harder to focus. My attention kept drifting to her soft, delicate touch as it pressed against me, the contact becoming more deliberate. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Stephanie must have noticed my distraction because she paused, her foot still resting on my leg. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice calm but probing, as if she could read my unease. I hesitated, then finally admitted, "It's just... I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with your touch." Her smile was understanding, yet firm. "That's exactly what we're working on, darling. This discomfort, this inner tension, is part of your insecurity. I'm here to help you let go of it." She leaned in slightly, her eyes locked on mine. "You need to stop fearing your own body—and other people's too." Then she lifted her foot slightly, pressing it gently against my thigh. "Go ahead," she said softly, "take my foot in your hand. There's nothing strange about it. Just feel it, without fear." I swallowed hard, feeling unsure, but hesitantly, I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the sole of her foot. Her skin was warm, the arch soft against my palm. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You're still holding back," she observed, her tone both encouraging and challenging. "Don't be so timid. Take it in both hands, explore it, feel the texture, the warmth." I did as she said, cradling her foot with both hands, gently massaging and kneading the skin. My movements were careful, hesitant at first, but as I followed her instructions, it became easier. I could feel my own tension easing, though I still felt awkward, unsure. Stephanie's voice was smooth, guiding me back to our conversation. "Good. Now, continue what you were saying. Don't let this distract you—keep your focus." I tried to speak, to keep the conversation going, but every now and then, my mind wandered back to her touch, her foot still in my hands. The sensation was both strange and intimate, making it hard to concentrate fully. Yet, Stephanie seemed to be testing me, pushing my boundaries, urging me to confront my discomfort head-on. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Minutes passed like this—our conversation intertwined with the quiet, ongoing act of physical connection. Eventually, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Looks like our time is up for today," she said softly, withdrawing her foot from my grasp with a slow, graceful motion. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. "Thank you, Stephanie," I said earnestly, "I think I feel a little better." Her smile was warm as always, though there was a certain intensity in her gaze. "I'm glad to hear that. We’ll keep working through these feelings, step by step." We exchanged goodbyes, and I left her house, stepping out into the fresh air of the quiet street, my mind still processing everything that had just happened. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 30>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $stephanieSecondS = true>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> Feeling like it was time for another session, I asked Stephanie over the phone, "Are you available for a session today?" Without hesitation, she replied, "Yes, I'm free right now. If you’d like, you can come over." A wave of relief mixed with excitement washed over me. "Great, I'll be there soon," I responded, feeling eager for our next session. With that, I got ready and made my way to her place, wondering what this session would bring. <ul> <li>[[Go to Stephanie's house for the session|Steph Session three]]</li> </ul>

I arrived at the local café as we had agreed, spotting Stephanie already waiting near the entrance. Her calm demeanor and welcoming smile instantly put me at ease. "I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long," I said apologetically, but she quickly waved it off. "Not at all, I just got here myself," she reassured me, and we both walked inside together. We found a cozy table in the corner and sat down. After ordering some light snacks and coffee, we settled in for a conversation. Stephanie leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully. <img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/cafe.jpg"/> "So, how have you been feeling since our last session?" she asked, her tone professional but with a touch of curiosity. I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Honestly, I’ve been feeling better, more relaxed. Though some of the things we discussed still linger in my mind." She nodded, sipping her coffee thoughtfully. "That's natural. Our sessions are meant to stir things up a bit, to make you reflect. It’s good that you’re thinking about it." We continued talking about my progress, and I admitted that her approach, while unconventional, had definitely made me see things in a new light. After some time, Stephanie glanced at her watch and sighed softly. "I hate to cut this short, but I have some things to attend to." She gave me an appreciative smile. "Thank you for keeping me company. It was lovely catching up." "It was my pleasure, really," I replied, smiling back as she gathered her things. We stood up, and after a quick goodbye, she headed off to her next appointment. I lingered for a moment before stepping back outside, ready to continue my day. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 30>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Hey, Stephanie, would you like to take a walk today?" I asked, hoping she'd be free. Stephanie's voice came through warmly, "Actually, I was just about to head out to a café for a bite. If you'd like to join me, you're more than welcome." "That sounds great! I'd love to," I replied enthusiastically. We arranged to meet at the café, and with excitement bubbling inside me, I made my way there. [[Go to the café to meet Stephanie|Cafe Meet Steph]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/home_talk.jpg"/> <<if $money >= 100>> Stephanie opens the door, her familiar smile greeting me. "You remember, this session is paid, right?" she asks with a teasing lilt, though her eyes are serious. I nod, reaching into my bag to pull out a crisp $100 bill, which I hand to her confidently. "Perfect! Come in, let’s get started," she says, stepping aside to let me enter her home. The warmth of her cozy space envelops me, making me feel instantly at ease. The soft lighting and inviting decor create the perfect ambiance for our session. <<set $money -= 100>> [[Continue|Stephanie 3 Session]] <<else>> Stephanie opens the door, a knowing look on her face. "I hope you remember that today’s session will cost $100," she reminds me gently. I rummage through my bag, a sinking feeling growing as I realize I don’t have enough. Looking up at her, I feel a flush of embarrassment. "I’m really sorry, I can’t afford it right now," I admit. Stephanie smiles reassuringly. "No worries, it happens. Just let me know when you’re ready, and we can set up another time." I nod, grateful for her kindness, and step back out into the quiet street, feeling lighter despite the disappointment. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/sessionthree.jpg"/> Stephanie greeted me with a refreshing drink, her warm smile instantly putting me at ease. "I thought we could start with something to help you relax," she said, handing me the glass filled with a cool, tangy beverage. I took a sip, savoring the citrus flavor, as we engaged in light conversation about our days. The familiar ambiance of her cozy office, filled with soft lighting and plush cushions, created a comfortable space for our session. As we settled into the therapy, Stephanie began with her usual insightful questions, guiding me to explore my feelings and experiences. "Let’s talk about how you’ve been feeling since our last session," she prompted gently, her voice soothing. I opened up about my struggles and triumphs, the dialogue flowing naturally as I felt her support. As the session progressed, Stephanie's tone shifted slightly, and I could sense her fatigue. "I went to the gym earlier today, and I’m feeling quite exhausted. Would you mind giving my feet a little massage? It could be beneficial for both of us," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. I felt a rush of nervous excitement at the intimate request. "Of course, I'd be happy to help," I replied, trying to hide my hesitation. She settled comfortably on the couch, extending her bare feet toward me, her skin soft and inviting. As I took her feet in my hands, I began to gently knead and rub, focusing on the arches and heels. The warm, floral scent of her lotion filled the air, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. "You have such gentle hands," she remarked, her voice laced with appreciation. I continued to massage her feet, my fingers working in rhythmic motions, while our conversation shifted back to the session. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She asked me about my week, guiding me to reflect on my feelings. "It’s important to recognize how your body responds to your emotions," she said, encouraging me to connect the physical with the psychological. I shared my thoughts and feelings, feeling a deepening connection as I worked on her feet, my nerves gradually settling. As I massaged, I noticed her reactions—how she relaxed further with each stroke, her eyes closing momentarily in contentment. After a while, she looked down at me with a playful glint in her eye and asked, "You know, it would be nice if you wanted to kiss my feet. What do you think?" The question hung in the air, mixing surprise with intrigue. <ul> <li>[[Agree to kiss her feet|Kiss Stephanie's Feet]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline|Politely Decline]]</li> </ul>

I hesitantly replied that I would kiss her feet. But Stephanie interrupted me, her voice firm yet soothing: "I asked if you wanted to kiss my feet. That wasn’t a demand. So, do you want to?" I looked into her eyes, my heart racing with anticipation. I slowly nodded: "Yes, I want to." Stephanie then raised her foot higher towards my face, her skin smooth and warm against my fingertips. I gently grasped her ankle, tilting my head down, closing my eyes as I pressed my lips against the delicate toes of her foot. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You’re a good girl," she praised me, her tone wrapping around me like a soft blanket, creating an intimate atmosphere. She extended her other foot towards me, and I continued the session, feeling as if I had stepped into a different realm. Throughout the session, I tenderly kissed her feet, each touch sending ripples of sensation through me. Stephanie guided the conversation, asking me about my feelings and desires, her questions both probing and comforting. I spoke candidly about my insecurities and what brought me to her, the words spilling out amidst the gentle rhythm of our interaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As time passed, she leaned back slightly, a smile playing on her lips. "Use your tongue," she instructed, her voice carrying a playful yet serious undertone. I hesitated, glancing up at her, and asked if it was really necessary. Stephanie reassured me: "You need to stop being afraid; there’s nothing wrong with exploring your desires." Murmuring my agreement, I took a deep breath. I clasped both of her feet together in my hands, feeling a surge of determination. I extended my tongue, cautiously licking the tips of her toes, each touch igniting a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration within me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You’re making progress," Stephanie encouraged, her eyes glinting with approval as I continued, losing myself in the experience. I could feel the walls I had built around my insecurities beginning to crumble under the weight of her praise. The session unfolded like a delicate dance, with Stephanie expertly guiding me through each step. We discussed the intricacies of pleasure, consent, and vulnerability, her insights illuminating my understanding of intimacy. Every moment felt charged with significance as I learned to embrace my desires in a safe space. Eventually, I lost track of time, wrapped up in our dialogue and the sensations coursing through me. But then, Stephanie glanced at the clock and said, unfortunately, our time together was drawing to a close, as she had another client scheduled. She summarized our session, highlighting my breakthroughs and the importance of self-acceptance. I felt a mix of gratitude and longing, wishing it could continue. After thanking her for the enlightening experience, I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face, a stark reminder of the world outside this intimate sanctuary. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 35>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $stephanieThirdS = true>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/sessionthree.jpg"/> I hesitated for a moment, then gently shook my head. "I think I’ll have to decline, Stephanie. It feels a bit too much for me," I said, my voice steady but polite. Stephanie raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if my response had caught her off guard. "Are you sure? It’s just a playful gesture," she asked, her tone curious yet understanding. I nodded, trying to convey my sincerity. "I appreciate the offer, but I just feel it might be a bit much for me right now." She shrugged lightly, her expression shifting back to her usual calm demeanor. "No problem at all. Everyone has their comfort zones," she replied, a friendly smile returning to her face. As she glanced at the clock, the atmosphere shifted slightly. "Well, it looks like our session has come to an end," she said, her voice gentle. We exchanged warm goodbyes, and I felt a sense of gratitude as I stood up and made my way to the door. Stepping outside, I took a deep breath, the fresh air a welcome change after our intimate conversation. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 1>><<set $stephanieThirdS = true>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Hey, Steph. Are you available for our fourth session today?" Without missing a beat, she responded, "Of course, I have time right now. If you'd like, you can come over." A sense of anticipation welled up inside me. "Perfect, I'll head over soon," I replied, already feeling eager about what this session might hold. After hanging up, I prepared myself, thoughts swirling about the intensity of the upcoming session. <ul> <li>[[Go to Stephanie's house for the fourth session|Steph Session four]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Hey, Stephanie, would you like to grab a drink at the bar today?" I asked, hoping she’d be free. Stephanie’s response was bright and inviting, "That sounds perfect! I could use a drink after the week I’ve had. Want to meet at The Rusty Anchor?" "Absolutely! I’ll see you there," I replied, excitement bubbling within me. We finalized our plans, and with a smile on my face, I headed to the bar, looking forward to a fun evening with Stephanie. [[Go to The Rusty Anchor to meet Stephanie|Bar Meet Steph]]

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<img src="img\locations\outside\park/hotdogcafe_carmen.jpg"/> As I stood by the counter in the Hot Dog Café, Carmen, who was behind the register, turned to me with a slightly sarcastic expression. “Oh, look who it is,” she said, a hint of mockery in her voice. “I realize I was pretty rude to you last time, but I guess that’s just how it goes with white girls like you.” I started to respond, assuring her that it was okay, but she cut me off. “Honestly, you’re probably to blame too. I mean, maybe it’s just because you’re white,” she added with a roll of her eyes. “Whatever you say,” I mumbled, feeling the urge to leave. But before I could walk away, she caught my arm gently. “So, here’s the deal. Since you’re willing to work your mouth for fifty bucks, I guess you’re really desperate for cash.” She paused, giving me a pointed look. “Remember last time when you were making money behind the counter and my friend Shanita came in? We were just laughing about how you jumped on the owner's cock while you were practically naked!” I nodded, recalling the encounter. “Yeah, I remember.” Carmen leaned in slightly, her expression shifting to one of feigned sympathy. “Well, we talked about you afterward, and Shanita mentioned she could use some help at her place. If you’re so hard up for money, I can give you her number.” Before I could process what she was saying, Carmen had already slipped a business card into my hand, the contact information for Shanita neatly printed on it. “Take care, I guess,” she said with a smirk before returning to her work, leaving me standing there, card in hand, contemplating my next move. [[Leave the café|Park]] <<set $shanitaNumber = true>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> I decided to call Shanita, the woman Carmen had mentioned, to find out about the job she had in mind. After a few rings, someone finally picked up, and I heard the voice of an woman. “Who dis?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. I hesitated for a moment before responding. “It’s <<print $name>>.” “What the hell, <<print $name>>? Ain’t no one know no <<print $name>>,” Shanita replied sharply. I took a deep breath, trying to explain. “I got your number from Carmen at the Hot Dog Café.” Her demeanor shifted slightly as she responded, “Carmen, huh? So who you supposed to be?” Just as I started to speak, Shanita interrupted, her tone suddenly more amused. “Oh, you’re that white chick who jumped on the hot dog dude’s dick and had everybody crackin’ up!” I felt my cheeks flush. “Um, yeah, that’s me.” After a brief, awkward silence, I continued, “Carmen mentioned something about a job.” “Yeah, I got a gig for your skinny white ass,” Shanita said, her tone shifting back to business. “If you down, come through to my place, and we’ll chop it up.” She quickly rattled off an address before adding, “Aight, see you later,” and hung up, leaving me staring at my phone, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity about what lay ahead. <<set $shanitaCall = true>> <<link "Hang up" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<<if !$shanitaMaid>>I arrived at the address Shanita had given me over the phone. It was a cute little five-story building, looking cozy and well-kept, with colorful flower pots lining the entrance. After stepping inside, I made my way to the door of the apartment and rang the bell. After about a minute, I heard a click, and the door swung open. <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/home_invite.jpg"/> Shanita peered at me, her expression skeptical. “Who the hell are you?” Before I could even get a word out, she added with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I don’t give no change to white bitches for their drug habits, so save it.” Feeling a mix of embarrassment and determination, I quickly replied, “I’m <<print $name>>. We talked on the phone about the job.” “Oh, you that chick? Didn’t even remember,” she said with a shrug, her voice dripping with indifference, then motioned me inside. “Come on, then. Let’s get this over with.” As we stepped into the living room, I noticed the decor was a mix of vibrant colors and eclectic art, giving the place a lively vibe. Shanita plopped down at a cluttered table, filled with bills and half-empty cups. I stood awkwardly nearby, scanning for a chair. “Is there anywhere I can sit?” With a playful grin, Shanita shot back, “Nah, you can stand. It’s more fun that way.” She leaned back, crossing her arms, a challenging glint in her eyes, and said, “Look, I need some help around here. My man’s been nagging about the mess—says it’s a disaster zone. Can’t have him thinking I’m running a flop house.” I replied, “That doesn’t sound too tough to handle.” Shanita reached into her bag and pulled out her wallet, counting out crisp hundred-dollar bills like it was nothing, each one reflecting the overhead light. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\work\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She fished out a ten-dollar bill and tossed it on the table in front of me. “Here, how’s this for your trouble?” I felt a bit uneasy and said, “You’ve got a big place, and ten bucks seems kinda low for cleaning it.” Shanita raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my response, her smirk turning into a full-on grin. Then, she leaned in closer, the atmosphere growing tense as she said, “Alright, listen up: I’ll bump it to fifty bucks, but you gotta clean this joint naked. What you think?” <ul> <li>[[Agree to the offer|Accept Shanita's Proposal]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline the offer|Decline Shanita's Proposal]]</li> </ul><<else>>I arrived at Shanita's place again. Despite her strange proposal last time, I couldn’t deny that the money would come in handy. I rang the doorbell, and soon enough, Shanita answered with a sly grin on her face, beckoning me inside with a quick motion of her hand. She was wearing a white robe that accentuated her figure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\second\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I hesitated for a moment but stepped inside slowly as she closed the door behind me. The air felt thick with an odd tension, her gaze never leaving me. “Didn’t think you’d come back,” she said with a teasing tone, clearly enjoying my discomfort. [[Follow Shanita|Shanita Maid]]<</if>>

I took a deep breath, realizing that making fifty bucks wasn't the worst deal. With a hint of hesitation, I finally said, “Okay, I’ll do it.” Shanita's eyes lit up, a smirk creeping onto her face. “Well, what you waitin’ for? Since you’re down, take off those rags.” “Right now?” I stammered, my cheeks flushing. I thought the cleaning would be on another day. With an unimpressed look, she shot back, “Who you think I am? Show me how you clean, 'cause I ain’t trying to hire no white girl who can’t even handle a broom. If you’re any good, maybe I’ll keep you on. Now quit stalling and strip.” Feeling a mix of nerves and embarrassment, I slowly lifted my white tank top, pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest. Shanita raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic grin spreading across her face. “Wow, the white girl don’t wear a bra? What a surprise! But lookin’ at those little titties, I guess a bra ain’t needed, huh?” She laughed, the sound ringing in my ears as I stood there, unsure of how to react. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\work\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Shanita's voice cut through the tension. “What you frozen for? You outta touch or on drugs?” I quickly shook my head, feeling my cheeks heat up as I replied, “No, I’m not.” Her expression hardened slightly. “Then what’s the hold-up? Take off those shorts, girl. I’m waitin’!” Nervously, I fumbled with my belt, my fingers trembling as I unfastened it. I began to slide my shorts down, the fabric brushing against my skin. “And the panties too,” she added, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a mix of anxiety and resignation, I grasped the edges of both my shorts and panties, pulling them down in one motion, exposing myself completely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\work\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I stood there, one hand covering my breasts and the other shielding my private area, feeling exposed in front of Shanita. “Are you messin’ with me right now? I paid you to stand there like a statue?” Before I could respond, she added, “Behind you is a mop. Grab it and get to work!” Reluctantly, I lowered my hand from my chest and reached for the mop leaning against the wall. With a deep breath, I stepped back and started to scrub the living room floor, the sound of the mop gliding across the tiles breaking the silence, accompanied by Shanita’s commentary. “Make sure you do it right! I ain't payin' you to slack off, white girl!” As I worked, I could feel her eyes on me, critiquing every move I made. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\work\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Shanita interrupted me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why don’t you take that white ass of yours to the kitchen and make me a strong black coffee? You love it strong and dark, don’t you, girl?” With a nod, I made my way to the kitchen, feeling a mix of embarrassment and determination. I quickly brewed the coffee, the rich aroma filling the air, and hurried back to her. She took the cup from my hands, a smug smile on her face. “Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Get back to work!” Turning away to hide my discomfort, I grabbed the mop again and resumed cleaning the living room. As I worked, I could hear Shanita sipping her coffee, her voice echoing through the room as she critiqued every move I made. “You call that mopping? C’mon, put some effort into it!” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\work\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After some time, Shanita leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Alright, I’ve seen enough. You clean like crap, but that naked white ass of yours really cracked me up, so I’m cool with you keepin' it here.” She tossed a crisp $50 bill onto the table, and I hesitated for a moment before picking it up. “Thank you,” I said softly, slipping the money into my purse. As I began to get dressed, I could hear Shanita’s voice cutting through the air. “You know, for someone who cleans like a toddler, you sure know how to make it entertaining.” I finished pulling on my clothes, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment as I caught her eye. When I was finally dressed, Shanita walked me to the door. “Don't forget, if you wanna come back, just hit me up. This gig's still open.” With that, I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face as I left her apartment behind. <<set $shanitaMaid = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 50>> [[Go away|Outside]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/home_invite.jpg"/> I politely declined her audacious proposal, saying it was just too much for me. Shanita's face twisted into a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Girl, why you wasting my damn time? You think it’s all good to be bouncin’ on some white dude's dick at the hot dog spot, but takin’ it all off to clean my crib is too much? What’s the problem? You a racist bitch or something?” I felt my cheeks flush, quickly responding, “No, that’s not it at all!” She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Listen up, if you change your mind, hit me up. This job’s still open until I find another white chick who ain’t scared to do the work.” With a huff, she stood up, her attitude still on edge as she walked me to the door. I could feel her eyes boring into me, full of judgment. As I stepped outside, I caught a glimpse of her shaking her head in disbelief. Just then, she slammed the door behind me with a loud bang that echoed through the hallway, leaving me standing on the stoop, heart racing, trying to shake off the tension from the encounter. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment linger in the air as I walked away from the building, wondering what just happened. [[Go away|Outside]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/home.jpg"/> I followed Shanita down the hallway of her home. As we walked, her words dripped with condescension. “So, little white girl’s so hard up for cash she agreed to clean naked? Or does that turn you on? Bet your pussy’s wet just thinking about stripping down in front of me,” she taunted, her eyes flashing with amusement. I awkwardly replied, “No, it’s just that I could use the money right now. I recently moved, and things are a bit tight.” Shanita scoffed, “Ah, another little white bitch chasing dreams in the big city. How cute. You know, those stories never end well. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few months you’re blowing some homeless dude for a fix.” I shook my head, replying firmly, “That’s not going to happen.” Shanita’s expression darkened, clearly not liking my response. “Don’t act smart. I’ve seen plenty of girls like you come and go. So don’t get clever if you want to work here.” We arrived in the spacious living room, the tension hanging heavily in the air. Shanita crossed her arms, her voice commanding. “Well, time to strip and get to work.” <ul> <li>[[Start undressing|Shanita Maid Naked]]</li> <li>[[Say you’ve changed your mind and leave|Outside]]</li></ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/lottery_poster.jpg"/> I notice a bright poster in the store advertising the lottery. It boldly states, "WIN $10,000!" The words "Easy Money!" catch my eye, and I can't help but wonder if I could get lucky. A ticket costs $5, and the thought of winning a big prize tempts me. <<if $money >= 5>> I consider purchasing a ticket. It feels like a small risk for a chance at a big reward. <ul> <li>[[Buy 1 lottery ticket for $5|Buy Lottery Ticket Outcome]]</li> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<else>> I realize I don't have enough money for a ticket. <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/lottery_ticket.jpg"/> I hand $5 to the cashier, and she smiles as she hands me a lottery ticket. "Good luck!" she says cheerfully. <<set $money -= 5>> I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as I scratch off the ticket to reveal my fate. <<set $lotteryOutcome = Math.random()>> <<if $lotteryOutcome < 0.50>> I realize that I've just lost $5. This whole place is a giant mindfuck. <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $lotteryOutcome < 0.70>> I see that I've won $10! Not a huge amount, but at least it's something. <<set $money = $money + 10>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $lotteryOutcome < 0.85>> I can't believe it—I won $20! A nice little surprise. <<set $money = $money + 20>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $lotteryOutcome < 0.95>> I scratch off the ticket and find that I've won $50! That's more than I expected. <<set $money = $money + 50>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $lotteryOutcome < 0.99>> My heart races as I discover I've won $100! This is incredible! <<set $money = $money + 100>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <<else>> I can hardly believe my eyes—I've won the grand prize of $10,000! My dreams just came true! <<set $money = $money + 10000>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the convenience store|Convenience Store]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> I pulled out the small slip of paper Tycen had given me, the edges crinkled slightly from being in my pocket. My fingers hovered over the phone for a second before I dialed the number. The dial tone rang once, twice, and just as I was about to think it would go to voicemail, the line clicked. "Who’s this?" — Tycen’s voice came through, sounding a bit rough, like he had just woken up or was still catching his breath from the game. "It’s <<print $name>>," — I answered, trying to sound casual but feeling a small flutter of anticipation in my chest. There was a brief pause, then his voice softened, a hint of recognition lacing his words. "Ah, yeah. Hey, baby. What’s up? You need something?" — the way he said "baby" made me both smile and roll my eyes at the same time. "I was thinking... maybe we could meet up?" — my voice sounded a bit more hopeful than I intended, but I let it hang there. I heard Tycen sigh, the sound of him shifting like he was leaning back into something. "I’m kinda tired right now, but..." — there was a pause, a playful edge to his voice. — "If you wanna come over, I don’t mind." His tone suggested more than just a casual hangout, but I already knew that. I hesitated for just a second before replying. "Okay, I’ll come over." — my heart raced a little faster as I made the decision. "Cool. See you soon, then." — he added before the call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone. I slipped my phone back into my pocket, feeling the weight of what I’d just agreed to. With a final glance around, I made up my mind and started heading towards Tycen’s place. [[Head to Tycen’s place|Tycen Home]]

I grab a basketball from the court and start practicing my shots. Moving around the court, I shoot hoops and work on my skills. The physical activity feels good, and I can sense myself getting more into the game. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/outside/basketball/alone.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <ul> <li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime === 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>> <</if>>

I arrived at Tycen's house and pressed the doorbell, my heart racing with anticipation. After a few seconds, I heard sounds from inside, and the door swung open to reveal Tycen, his smile warm and inviting. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycen_home.jpg"/> “Hey there, babe,” he said with a teasing smirk. “You came running so quickly because you can’t wait to continue what happened last time, huh?” A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I fumbled for words, “I—I thought it would be nice to see you.” But before I could finish my thought, he interrupted me with a chuckle. “Enough of that nonsense.” He leaned casually against the door frame, his playful demeanor lingering as he added, “I was about to hop in the shower, but since you made it here so quickly, you’ll just have to wait while I rinse off.” Feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, I replied, “Sure, no problem.” He gestured for me to step inside and led me to the cozy living room, a pleasant space in soft white tones, featuring a large TV on the wall and a light gray sofa that looked inviting. As he walked away toward the bathroom, I took a moment to admire the room, appreciating its simple yet appealing decor. <img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/tycen_sofa.jpg"/> I settled onto the plush couch, sinking into the cushions, and turned on the TV, the familiar sounds of a show filling the air. I tried to distract myself with the screen, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Tycen. A few minutes later, I heard his voice calling out from the bathroom, playful and teasing. “Hey, you! Come here for a second!” With a mix of curiosity and excitement, I stood up and glanced toward the bathroom, wondering what he wanted. [[Go to the Bathroom|Tycen Bathroom]]

I stepped into the bathroom and found Tycen already out of the shower, completely naked and drying himself with a towel. The sight caught me off guard, and I stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, taking in his toned physique and the water droplets glistening on his skin. His playful voice broke through my daze. “Come here, babe,” he said, beckoning me with a casual wave of his hand. Slowly, I walked into the bathroom, my heart racing as I approached him. As I stood next to Tycen, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to his impressive endowment, the reality of the moment sending a thrill through me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\home_visit\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I stood barefoot on the cool bathroom floor, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, my heart racing as I took in the scene before me. Tycen continued to dry his body with the towel, his muscles glistening, and a playful smirk danced on his lips. “Do you like the view?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you're about to start drooling just from the sight of me. Go on, don’t be shy; touch it with those delicate hands of yours.” His words sent a thrill through me, and I felt a rush of desire wash over me. I didn’t need to be asked twice. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his impressive endowment, feeling the warmth and firmness in my grasp. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\home_visit\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tycen's voice was low and teasing as he leaned slightly closer. “I bet my cock has been haunting your dreams every night since we last met,” he said with a playful grin. “Come on, babe, give it a try. I can see you’re practically drooling at the thought of it.” His words sent a surge of excitement through me, fueling my desire. I dropped to my knees in front of him, the cool tiles contrasting with the heat radiating from my body. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his gaze filled with anticipation. I leaned forward and let my tongue slide out, tracing the length of him with deliberate slowness, savoring the feeling of him against my mouth. The taste was intoxicating, and I relished the moment, each lick bringing me closer to the edge of my desire. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\home_visit\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With great enthusiasm, I enveloped Tycen's cock with my lips, taking my time to savor the taste and sensation. I quickly found a rhythm that felt satisfying, my movements becoming more confident as I focused on making him feel good. The bathroom soon filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the tiles. Despite my best efforts, I realized that he was simply too large; I could only fit him halfway into my mouth. The thought of his impressive size thrilled me, yet it also presented a challenge. Not wanting to disappoint him, I employed both of my hands to help, wrapping them around the base and pumping in sync with my mouth. The combination of my lips and hands created a tantalizing rhythm, and I could feel the tension building between us, his soft moans encouraging me to continue. Every moment felt electric, drawing us deeper into our intimate connection, the sounds of our pleasure resonating in the air. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\home_visit\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tycen's grip tightened on my hair, pulling my head closer as he reached his peak. I felt his body tense, his deep moan sending vibrations through the air as he began to release into my throat. The warmth of his climax spread through me, each pulse a reminder of how fully I had submitted to him. He held me there for a moment longer, savoring the last bit of control, before his hand relaxed, though he kept me close. Even after finishing, he wasn’t done. Keeping his hand firmly on my head, he took hold of his cock, still coated in my saliva and his release. Slowly, almost teasingly, he began sliding in and out of my mouth again, the wet slurping sound filling the small bathroom. The slickness made each movement easy yet deliberate, as if he wanted to prolong this moment for as long as possible. I obediently stayed on my knees, positioning my hands on my thighs, my body still as I opened my mouth wide for him. My tongue lay outstretched, gliding beneath him as he moved in and out. The feeling of his hardness against my lips, mixed with the slurping noise, created an intoxicating rhythm that sent waves of heat through my body. I could feel a faint trembling in my limbs from the intensity of the moment, my mind swimming in the sensations. “You came here so quickly,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “I guess you really couldn’t wait to feel this again, huh?” His words sent a shiver down my spine, making me hyperaware of every touch, every sensation. He continued to thrust at a slow, deliberate pace, his hand guiding me, keeping control, while I dutifully kept my mouth open, offering no resistance. The slurping sounds grew louder, mixing with the wet smacking of my lips as I worked to match his rhythm. “You really do love this, don’t you?” Tycen added, his breath hitching slightly as he watched me. “Look at you, on your knees, so eager and ready for me. You’ve been thinking about this ever since our last time, haven’t you?” He grinned, enjoying the power he held over me. Every thrust felt more deliberate, as if he was testing my endurance, waiting for me to react. But I remained still, my hands pressing into my thighs, my gaze fixed on him as I let him control the pace. My body responded with each movement, a warmth spreading through me, my heart racing as the tension between us heightened with each second. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\basketball\tycen\home_visit\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After finishing his playful teasing, Tycen pulled out his cock, giving me a playful slap across my face with it. “Kiss it,” he instructed, and without hesitation, I obeyed, my lips wrapping around him one last time. Once I had complied, he looked down at me with a smirk. “I’ve got things to take care of now, so unfortunately, I’ll have to limit my fun to just your mouth today,” he said, the lightness in his voice hinting at his amusement. He then told me to clean myself up while he stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me with the lingering warmth of our encounter. Quickly, I splashed some water on my face and wiped away any evidence of what had just transpired. As I emerged from the bathroom, I found Tycen already dressed, leaning casually against the entrance door, his confidence radiating from him. We stepped out together, and just before we parted ways, he playfully smacked my rear. “See you later, snow bunny,” he said with a wink, his tone teasing as he walked away, leaving me with a mix of exhilaration and anticipation for our next meeting. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 100>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>><<set $tycenFirstvisit = true>> <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_talk.jpg"/> I walk over to the reception desk, where Tyra is still focused on her computer. She looks up, catching my gaze with a friendly smile that feels more familiar each time. "Hey, Tyra. I was thinking... maybe we could work out together sometime? You always seem so confident here, and I wouldn’t mind picking up a few tips." Tyra's eyes light up at the suggestion, and she leans forward slightly, her dreadlocks swaying as she tilts her head. "That sounds fun! I’d love to. We’ve got some free time coming up this afternoon if you want to join me for a quick session. I can show you a few things, and we’ll see how it goes from there." Her offer catches me off guard, but in a good way. It feels like the perfect opportunity to get to know her better. "That sounds great! I’m in." She grins, clearly pleased with my enthusiasm. "Awesome! Meet me by the weights in, say, thirty minutes? I promise I’ll go easy on you—for today." I chuckle, feeling a bit more connected with Tyra already. [[Go back|Gym]] <<set $tyraFriendly = true>><<set $tyra_relationship = $tyra_relationship + 5>>

I walk over to the reception desk, where Tyra is still working. With a smile, I ask, "Tyra, do you want to work out with me right now?" She pauses for a moment, then glances at her colleague and says "Just a minute." After a quick word with her co-worker, she returns with a grin "I've got an hour. Let’s go work up a sweat." <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_gym.jpg"/> We head to the locker room, exchanging a few casual words as we change into our workout gear. Once we’re ready, we hit the gym floor together. The session is intense but fun, with Tyra pushing me through different exercises. We challenge each other with some weights and cardio, our energy building up as we motivate one another. After about an hour of solid training, we’re both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Tyra laughs "That was great. Now, we’ve earned a good shower." [[Head to the showers with Tyra|Gym Shower With Tyra]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $tyra_relationship += 5>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_locker.jpg"/> We stepped into the locker room, undressed, grabbed towels, and started heading towards the showers. Just as I was about to enter the women's locker room, Tyra gently stopped me, flashing a playful smile. "I don’t like crowded places," she explained, holding up a small key. "I’ve got a key to the staff showers. Let’s go there." I smiled back, a bit surprised but excited for the privacy. "Lead the way," I said, my curiosity piqued. The staff shower room was small, cozy, and intimate. Tyra locked the door behind us, and without hesitation, she headed straight for one of the shower stalls. "Come on, don’t be shy," she called out, motioning me over with a teasing grin. I followed her lead and stepped into the shower beside her. Warm water cascaded over us, and I began washing myself, trying to focus on the sensation of the water, but Tyra was watching closely. "That’s not how you wash properly," she said with a mischievous tone. "Let me help you." I hesitated for a moment but smiled, feeling the playfulness of the moment. "Alright, if you insist," I said with a laugh, unsure of what to expect. She moved behind me, her hands slick with shower gel, and pressed them against my skin. The firm pressure of her hands as she massaged my shoulders, arms, and back made me relax instantly. "You’ve got a talent for this," I remarked, closing my eyes as the water washed over me. But then, as her hands slid down to my chest, my heart raced, and I bit my lip, feeling the sudden rush of heat in the moment. Tyra’s touch was confident, almost too familiar, as she firmly lathered up my breasts, her fingers tracing slow circles across my skin. "This is... unexpected," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Relax, I’ve got you," she murmured, her voice soothing. Her hands worked their way across every inch of my body, the intimacy of the moment intensifying as the water streamed down us, washing away the soap. I could feel her breath against my neck as her hands continued their deliberate movements. After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, she pulled back, chuckling softly. "We had a good workout today, huh?" she said, her tone light as if nothing had happened. "Yeah, definitely..." I replied, still trying to process the intensity of the shower. We finish up and head back to the locker room, drying off and changing into our clothes. I glance at Tyra, a mix of emotions swirling in me, but before I can say anything, she gives me a friendly wave as she heads back to work "Catch you later." [[Step outside|Outside]] <<set $tyra_relationship += 5>><<set $tyraGymtogether = true>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

I stroll up to the reception desk, where Tyra is busy typing on her computer. With a playful tone, I ask, "Hey, Tyra! How about a workout together? I'm feeling pumped!" She looks up, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and replies "Give me a sec." After a brief exchange with her colleague, she beams at me "Perfect timing! I’ve got an hour to spare. Let’s get our sweat on!" <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_gym.jpg"/> We make our way to the locker room, chatting lightheartedly as we change into our workout outfits. I feel a rush of anticipation as we step onto the gym floor, ready to tackle whatever challenges lie ahead. The atmosphere is electric; Tyra is all energy, encouraging me to push my limits. We switch between cardio machines and weights, our laughter mingling with the sounds of the gym. I can feel the burn in my muscles, but Tyra’s enthusiasm keeps me motivated as we compete in a friendly manner. After a solid hour of exertion, we're both glistening with sweat and panting from the workout. Tyra flashes a satisfied grin "That was awesome! We totally crushed it. Now, let's reward ourselves with a refreshing shower." [[Head to the showers with Tyra|Gym Shower With Tyra New]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $tyra_relationship += 5>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_locker.jpg"/> As we step into the locker room, I feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. Tyra and I quickly change out of our sweaty gym clothes, the air around us filled with laughter and the scent of fresh towels. I grab a couple of fluffy towels and glance at Tyra, who is already ready to go. With a playful smile, I suggest, "Let’s hit the staff showers. I need to wash off all this hard work!" Tyra nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. We walk towards the staff showers, the air warm and steamy, wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. I can hear the water running, and the sound is oddly comforting after our intense workout. We step into the shower stall, and I turn on the water, letting it cascade over us. As the warm water washes over my skin, I take a deep breath, feeling the tension from our workout begin to melt away. Turning to Tyra, I gather my confidence and say, "Hey, do you want to help me wash up like last time?" Tyra’s face lights up, and she grins, her expression playful yet inviting. "I was hoping you’d say that! I love helping out." She pumps some shower gel into her hands, lathering them up generously, the scent of fresh citrus filling the air. I feel a thrill as she steps behind me, her hands gliding over my back. Her touch is gentle yet confident, sending shivers down my spine as she whispers teasingly in my ear, "Just relax. I’ve got you." The warmth of her body close to mine makes my heart race. Her hands begin to roam, caressing my shoulders and working their way down my arms. "That feels amazing," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Tyra chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the moment as she continues to wash away the sweat. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With every stroke, I can feel the connection between us deepen. She moves lower, her fingers dancing over my waist and down to my thighs, the soap creating a slick sheen on my skin. "You know, it’s always more fun to share the shower." I can hear the playful tone in her voice, and it sends a rush of excitement through me. When she reaches my slit, I gasp softly, feeling her fingers glide along the sensitive skin. "You have such a nice touch, Tyra," I say, trying to keep my composure as her hands explore. Tyra leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers, "Just wait until you feel how good it gets." Her hands move with purpose, and I can’t help but lean back slightly against her, giving in to the sensations. As our playful moments in the shower escalate, Tyra suddenly turns me around, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. It's electric, sending a rush of warmth through me as I lose myself in the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I want to deepen our connection, to continue the tender touches and whispers, but just as I lean in closer, Tyra gently pulls away, her expression a mix of regret and urgency. "I’m so sorry, but I really need to get back to work," she says, glancing at the time. "The hour I took to work out is almost up." I nod, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. "I understand," I reply softly, trying to hide my sadness. Noticing my downcast expression, Tyra steps out of the shower and flashes me a reassuring smile. "Hey, don’t worry. We’ll have plenty more workouts together," she says, her voice comforting. She gestures for me to follow her as we head back towards the locker room. Once we’re back in the locker room, she rummages through her bag and pulls out her phone. "Here," she says, handing me a piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. "Call me if you want to hang out or, you know, hit the gym again." She winks playfully, and I can’t help but smile at her charm. "I’ll definitely text you," I assure her, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation at the thought of seeing her again. Tyra quickly gets dressed, her movements graceful and confident. Just before she heads out, she gives me a cheeky grin and playfully swats my backside. "See you later!" she calls over her shoulder, her laughter ringing in my ears as she strides out of the locker room. Once I finish getting dressed, I take a moment to collect my thoughts, feeling a flutter of excitement at the connection we’re building. With Tyra’s number in my pocket, I step out of the gym and into the bustling world outside, the anticipation of what’s to come swirling in my mind. [[Step outside|Outside]] <<set $tyra_relationship += 5>><<set $tyraNumber = true>><<set $arousal += 100>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> <<if setup.datePart[$currentDay] === "Monday" or setup.datePart[$currentDay] === "Tuesday" or setup.datePart[$currentDay] === "Wednesday" or setup.datePart[$currentDay] === "Thursday" or setup.datePart[$currentDay] === "Friday">>I take a deep breath, pulling out my phone and dialing Tyra’s number. My heart races as the line rings, each beep heightening my anticipation. When she answers, her voice is warm and familiar, instantly easing my nerves. "Hey, it’s Tyra! How’s your day going?" "Hi, Tyra! It’s <<print $name>>. I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk or something? I could really use some fresh air." "Oh, I’d love to, but I’m stuck at work right now, drowning in paperwork. How about we plan for the weekend instead? I could really use a break." "Sure! That sounds great! Let’s make it a date!" <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>> <<else>>I take a deep breath, pulling out my phone and dialing Tyra’s number. My heart races as the line rings, and I can't help but smile thinking about our last workout together. When she answers, her voice is warm and familiar, instantly bringing a smile to my face. "Hey, it’s Tyra! What’s up?" "Hi, Tyra! It’s <<print $name>>. I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk or something? It would be nice to catch up." "Absolutely! I’m free today. Do you have any ideas? I could really go for a good chat while getting some exercise." "What do you have in mind?" "I was thinking of going for a run in the park. It’s a beautiful day out! If you want to join me, that would be awesome!" "That sounds great! I’m in! Let’s meet up then!" [[Go to Park|Tyra Jogging]] <<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/park_jogging.jpg"/> I arrive at the park, the sun shining brightly above, casting a warm glow over the vibrant greenery. The sound of laughter and distant chatter fills the air as people enjoy the beautiful day. I scan the area, looking for Tyra, my excitement building. Suddenly, I spot her near a large oak tree, stretching her legs and warming up. She looks radiant in her athletic gear, her dreadlocks flowing freely as she moves. As I approach, she notices me and breaks into a bright smile. "Hey there! You made it!" she exclaims, walking over to greet me with a friendly hug. "Of course! I wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with you," I reply, returning her smile. Tyra laughs softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I’m glad you’re here! Ready to work up a sweat?" I nod enthusiastically. "Absolutely! I’ve been looking forward to this all week." After a brief chat about our week, we decide to start jogging. As we begin to run along the winding path, the fresh air invigorates me. Tyra sets a steady pace, and I match her stride, our breaths synchronized as we settle into a rhythm. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_jogging\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> We chat about everything from our favorite workouts to plans for the weekend, laughter punctuating our conversation. The park is alive with energy, and I feel a surge of motivation with each step we take together. As the run continues, I start to feel my legs grow heavy, and my breath comes harder. By the time we finish a loop around the park, I can tell I’m pushing my limits. Tyra glances back at me, concern flickering across her face. "Alright, that’s enough for today! You did great, but it’s time to take a break," she says with a reassuring smile. I nod, grateful for her encouragement. "Thanks, Tyra. I definitely gave it my all!" After a brief cool-down, we exchange goodbyes, and I feel a mix of accomplishment and fatigue. Tyra waves as she heads off, her figure disappearing into the park's path, while I turn to head back to my own plans. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $tyra_relationship += 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime == 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $fitness += 2>><<set $tyraJogging = true>>

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 20>><<set $money -= 20>><<if !$inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>><<set $inventory.push("Butt Plug")>><</if>> I buy a Butt Plug for $20 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Butt Plug. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 5>><<set $money -= 5>><<if !$inventory.includes("Porn Magazine")>><<set $inventory.push("Porn Magazine")>><</if>> I buy a Porn Magazine for $5 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Porn Magazine. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_buy.jpg"/><<if $money >= 10>><<set $money -= 10>><<if !$inventory.includes("Adult Book")>><<set $inventory.push("Adult Book")>><</if>> I buy an Adult Book for $10 and add it to my inventory. <<else>> I don't have enough money to buy the Adult Book. <</if>> [[Go back to the store|Browse Sex Shop]]

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Hey, Tyra, it's me!" I greet her as soon as she picks up. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Her voice is as energetic as always, and I can hear a bit of background noise on her end. "I'm good, just thought I'd check in. What are you up to?" "Not much, just chilling. Was thinking about hitting the gym later, but nothing's set in stone yet." She pauses for a moment. "What's on your mind?" [[Suggest hanging out together|Tyra Meet Plan]] <<link "End the call">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "Actually, I was thinking, maybe we could hang out sometime?" I suggest, trying to sound casual but feeling a little nervous. "Oh yeah?" I can almost hear her smile through the phone. "What do you have in mind?" "I don’t know, maybe grab a drink or just chill somewhere..." I trail off, leaving the suggestion open-ended, unsure of what she'd prefer. "How about we hit up that outdoor basketball court near the gym?" Her voice perks up with enthusiasm. "We can shoot some hoops and catch up. What do you think?" "Basketball? I don't know..." I laugh softly, unsure if this would be my best idea. "I'm not exactly the athletic type, you know." "Oh, come on!" She teases playfully. "It’ll be fun, trust me! Doesn’t matter if you're good, it's all about having a good time. Plus, we can always just mess around, no pressure." Her excitement is infectious, and I find myself smiling despite my initial hesitation. [[Agree to meet at the basketball court|Tyra Basketball]] <<link "Say maybe another time" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_basketball.jpg"/> When I arrive at the basketball court, I spot Tyra already waiting for me, casually dribbling the ball with a playful rhythm. As soon as she sees me, her face lights up, and she waves enthusiastically. "Hey! I thought you might bail on me for a second!" She laughs, tossing the ball toward me with a perfect spin. "You ready to play?" "As ready as I'll ever be!" I grin, catching the ball a little awkwardly. "But don’t expect any slam dunks from me." "Girl, it's all good," she reassures me with a smile. "We’re just here to have fun. Now, let’s see what you've got!" We start passing the ball back and forth, warming up. Tyra’s clearly more experienced, moving with ease, her confidence radiating with every step. But she doesn’t make me feel out of place. Instead, she encourages me every time I manage a decent throw or dribble, her laughter filling the air whenever I fumble. After a while, we shift into a more casual game, trying to score against each other. Tyra moves fast, dodging and weaving, while I do my best to keep up. Every now and then, I manage a decent shot, and she cheers me on, calling out, "There you go! See, I knew you had it in you!" The sun beats down, and I can feel sweat trickling down my back. My arms are starting to ache, my breath coming heavier with each movement, but I’m determined to keep going. Finally, after a few more rounds, I’m too exhausted to keep up. Gasping for air, I stop and lean over, hands on my knees, laughing through my breathlessness. "I’m done... can’t keep up," I pant, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "You’ve worn me out." Tyra chuckles, walking over to me, still looking surprisingly fresh despite the workout. "You did good!" she says, nudging me playfully. "But yeah, you look like you could use a break." She pauses for a moment, glancing at me thoughtfully. "You know," she begins, "if you want, you could come back to my place, shower up, and chill for a bit. It's right around the corner." I look at her, feeling the sweat stick to my skin, and the idea of a cool shower and some downtime sounds tempting. <<set $fitness += 2>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Agree to go back to Tyra's place|Tyra Home Plan]] <<link "Say maybe another time" "Outside">> <</link>>

"Sure, I could use a shower," I agree, and Tyra’s face immediately lights up with a wide, excited grin. "Awesome! Let’s go!" She tosses the basketball aside, and we start walking toward her place, the cool breeze a welcome relief from the heat of the game. <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_street.jpg"/> We don’t have far to go. Tyra’s place is just a few blocks away, and before I know it, we’re standing in front of a tall, modern apartment building. She swipes her keycard at the entrance, and we step into the lobby, heading straight for the elevator. As we ride up to her floor, I feel my heart rate returning to normal, though there’s a new kind of excitement bubbling under the surface. When we reach her floor, Tyra leads the way to her door, unlocking it quickly. The moment we step inside, she doesn’t waste any time. Kicking off her sneakers, she grabs the hem of her sweat-soaked top and peels it off, revealing her toned body and small, perky breasts. "What about you?" she teases, catching me off guard as she looks over her shoulder. "Or do you like staying in those sweaty clothes?" Her grin is playful, eyes gleaming with mischief. I laugh, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks. "Of course not," I say, beginning to tug at my own shirt, but before I can even finish the motion, Tyra gives me a playful smack on the butt. "Then hurry up and strip!" she says, heading toward the bathroom. "I’ll be waiting for you." The door clicks shut behind her, and I quickly finish undressing, tossing my sweaty clothes into a pile. My heart races as I follow her into the bathroom. The sound of running water greets me as I step inside. Tyra is already under the shower, water streaming down her glistening skin, and when she sees me, a smile plays on her lips. Without a word, I step into the shower with her, the cool water a refreshing shock against my overheated skin. Tyra’s hands find my waist as she pulls me into a heated kiss, her lips soft but urgent. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower_home\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Let’s make sure we get nice and clean," she whispers against my lips, her voice low and teasing. After we’ve thoroughly washed off the sweat and grime from the game, Tyra turns off the water, her body still glistening under the dim light of the bathroom. With a sly smile, she steps out of the stream and sits down on the small seat built into the shower, water droplets running down her smooth skin. "Mmm, that feels better," she murmurs, leaning back slightly. Then, with an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes, she spreads her legs wide, the movement both bold and inviting. "So," she says in a teasing tone, "you ever wanted to try a black pussy?" Her voice is sultry, the challenge in her words clear. My breath catches in my throat, but I don’t hesitate. There’s no need to ask me twice. Without a word, I drop to my knees in front of her, the cool tiles pressing against my skin as I move closer. My hands gently rest on her thighs, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath her smooth skin. I take in the sight of her, my pulse quickening, and then, with a deep breath, I lower my head and press my lips against her slit, tasting her for the first time. Her scent, her taste—it’s intoxicating. I let my tongue glide over her soft folds, eager and hungry, savoring every second of it as I explore her with growing intensity. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower_home\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tyra’s breathing quickens, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue as I eagerly work to bring her over the edge. It doesn’t take long. With a sharp intake of breath, her body trembles violently, waves of pleasure rolling through her as she reaches her climax. I feel her thighs quiver beneath my hands, and I keep going, savoring the sensation of her release against my lips. "Oh... fuck," she moans softly, her body relaxing as the intensity subsides. After a few moments, Tyra finally comes down from the high, her breathing still a little ragged. She sits back on the shower seat, letting her legs fall to the sides as she looks down at me with a satisfied smile. "Damn, girl," she murmurs, leaning forward to pull me up toward her. Her lips meet mine in a heated, passionate kiss, and I can still taste her on my lips. She pulls back just enough to whisper, "You’ve got a real talent for licking pussy, you know that?" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower_home\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I laugh softly against her lips, but before I can reply, she pulls me into another kiss, this one even more intense. Our bodies press together, the heat between us growing again as our hands explore each other. The shower, the world outside—it all fades away as we lose ourselves in the moment, the kiss deepening with each passing second. After a few more lingering kisses, Tyra pulls away with a playful grin and rises from the shower seat. She steps out of the shower, water still dripping from her body, but just as she reaches for a towel, she suddenly stops and turns back to face me. Her expression is mischievous, her lips curling into a smirk. "You know," she begins, her voice teasing as her eyes lock with mine, "since you're so damn good at licking pussy... how about you try licking my ass, too?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my reaction as she waits for my answer. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> [[Agree to lick her butt|Tyra Ass Lick]] [[Say you're not really into that|Tyra Home]]

A playful smile spreads across my face as I nod, not needing to say a word. Tyra’s eyes light up with approval, and without hesitation, she strides over to the small dresser in the bathroom. With fluid, confident movement, she lifts one leg and places it on top, her firm, round butt sticking out provocatively. "Well, then," she says with a smirk, glancing over her shoulder at me, "let's see what you've got. Lick me." I drop to my knees, the cool tiles pressing against my skin as I crawl toward her, my gaze locked on the inviting curve of her ass. There's a thrill in the air, an electric charge between us. When I reach her, I don't hesitate. My hands gently rest on her hips as I lean forward, my tongue flicking out to taste her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower_home\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The sensation of her skin against my tongue is intoxicating, and I become more eager, licking her ass with growing intensity. Tyra moans softly, clearly enjoying the attention. She reaches back with one hand, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head closer as if urging me to go deeper. "Mmm, that's it," she murmurs breathlessly, her voice husky with pleasure. "Keep going." Her hand presses firmly, guiding me as I continue to eagerly please her. I push my tongue deeper, exploring every inch of her with eager precision. Tyra's grip on my head tightens, and she lets out a throaty moan of approval. "Damn, girl, you're an amazing ass-licker," she says with a teasing edge, her voice thick with pleasure. The praise fuels me, and I continue my intense rhythm, savoring the way her body reacts to every stroke of my tongue. But after a few more moments, Tyra gently pulls away, turning to look at me with a satisfied smirk. "That's enough for now," she says, stepping away from the dresser. I kneel there, breathing heavily, watching her as she grabs a towel from the rack. With a swift motion, she lays it out on the bathroom floor, smoothing it down before turning back to me. "Lie down," she instructs, her voice commanding but laced with anticipation. I follow her lead, positioning myself on the towel, my heart racing as I lie back. Tyra wastes no time. She straddles me, her warm skin pressing against mine, and soon we’re locked together, our slits rubbing against each other in the intimate scissoring position. The sensation is electrifying, our bodies moving in sync as we grind together, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_shower_home\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Mmm, this is even better," Tyra moans as our hips move in perfect harmony, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. As our bodies move together in a blissful rhythm, the tension builds, and we both reach our peaks, cries of pleasure escaping our lips. The world around us fades away, leaving only the waves of ecstasy crashing over us. Just as I catch my breath, Tyra's phone suddenly begins to ring, shattering the moment. She sits up, a look of mild frustration crossing her face. "Hold on a second, okay?" she says, reaching for her phone on the nearby counter. I watch as she answers the call, her tone shifting to one of casual friendliness as she greets the caller. The conversation flows, and I can hear snippets of laughter and chatter. After a few moments, she hangs up and turns back to me, a sheepish smile on her lips. "I totally forgot my friend was supposed to come over today!" she exclaims, running a hand through her damp hair. I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "So, does that mean I should head home?" I ask, feeling a mix of disappointment and intrigue. Tyra shakes her head, her smile widening. "No, not at all! If you want, you can stay. We can hang out together... all three of us." There’s a playful glint in her eye as she leans closer, making the offer sound enticing. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>> [[Stay and meet her friend|Tyra and Friend]] <<link "Say goodbye and go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

I take a breath, mustering my courage to respond. "I appreciate the offer, Tyra, but I'm not really into that," I say politely, trying to maintain a light tone. Tyra tilts her head slightly, a playful smile lingering on her lips. "No worries at all! Just thought I’d ask," she replies with an easygoing attitude. There’s no disappointment in her voice, just a hint of mischief as she turns to leave the bathroom. <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_home_chill.jpg"/> We step out into the living room, and just as the moment shifts back to normalcy, Tyra's phone begins to ring. She glances at the screen and lets out a small sigh. "Hang on a sec, okay?" she says, answering the call. I stand nearby, listening to her casual chatter as she speaks to the caller. After a brief conversation, she hangs up, a sheepish grin appearing on her face. "Oh man, I completely forgot that my friend was supposed to come over today!" she exclaims, running a hand through her hair in frustration. I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "So, does that mean I should head home?" I ask, half-hoping she’ll say I can stay a little longer. Tyra shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Not at all! If you want, you can stay. We can all hang out together," she offers, her tone playful. [[Stay and meet her friend|Tyra and Friend]] <<link "Say goodbye and go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_home_chill.jpg"/> I take a deep breath, the excitement bubbling within me. "I’ve decided to stay," I tell Tyra, a smile spreading across my face. Her eyes light up with delight. "That’s awesome! Bethany will be so happy to meet you!" She glances around the room, a look of determination crossing her face. "Let’s tidy up a bit before she arrives. Can you help me with that?" We dive into a whirlwind of cleaning, chatting and laughing as we straighten up the living room. The atmosphere feels light and playful, and I can’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie building between us. Just as we finish putting the last cushion in place, the doorbell rings, echoing through the apartment. "That must be her!" Tyra exclaims, rushing to the door. Moments later, she returns with a stunning dark-skinned girl by her side. "This is Bethany," Tyra introduces her with pride. "Hey there! It’s great to finally meet you!" Bethany says warmly, extending her hand for a shake. I return the gesture, feeling the easy chemistry between us. <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_home_friend.jpg"/> We settle comfortably on the couch, and Bethany pulls out a couple of bottles of wine she brought along. "I thought we could have a little fun!" she says with a wink, as she begins to pour the wine into glasses. The conversation flows effortlessly as we sip our drinks, sharing stories and laughter. After a while, I feel the warmth of the wine spreading through me, and the mood becomes even more relaxed. Suddenly, Bethany leans in closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How about we spice things up a bit and play a game of strip cards?" she suggests, her tone playful. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Agree to play|Play Strip Cards]] <<link "Politely decline and say it's time to go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

I decide that this will be fun. After all, I used to play cards in school, and I feel confident in my skills. "Alright, I’m in!" I announce, grinning at both Tyra and Bethany. Tyra, still in her white bathrobe from the shower, looks relaxed and ready for the game. I glance down at my own outfit—a yellow top and shorts I wore outside earlier—and suddenly feel a bit underdressed. "Hey, Tyra, don’t you think you should put on a bit more clothing? It seems unfair that you’re just in a robe while I’m in my outdoor clothes!" Tyra laughs, her eyes sparkling. "What, are you doubting my card skills?" "Of course not!" I reply quickly, not wanting to offend her. At that moment, Bethany interjects, "One sec!" She gets up and leaves the room, only to return a few moments later in a blue bathrobe that complements her figure. My eyebrows raise in surprise; it feels like they’re teasing me, but I remind myself that having them in robes might actually give me a better chance in this game. <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_stripcards.jpg"/> We settle into a circle around the coffee table in the living room, and Bethany pulls out a deck of cards. "Let the games begin!" she declares, shuffling the cards expertly. As we sip our wine, I can feel the anticipation building. The first round begins, and I quickly realize that luck is not on my side. I draw a terrible hand and soon find myself losing. The girls start playfully teasing me. "Come on, time to take something off!" With a smirk, I reach down and playfully tug off one sock. "Just one item for one loss," I insist. Tyra raises an eyebrow, a grin spreading across her face. "You should take off the other one too!" I shake my head defiantly. "One defeat, one item. That’s the rule." Bethany, trying to calm Tyra, chimes in, "Don’t worry, Tyra. I bet that other sock will be gone soon enough." And she was right. I shuffle the cards again, hoping for better luck, but fate doesn’t favor me. I lose once more and reluctantly remove my second sock, leaving my feet bare and a playful blush on my cheeks. I may have lost my socks, but I remind myself that all it takes is one victory to get back at them. A confident smile creeps onto my face as Bethany shuffles the cards once again. As she deals, I glance at my hand and feel a rush of excitement—finally, I’ve drawn some promising cards! But my joy is short-lived. Tyra glances at her cards and smirks, revealing a hand that's even better than mine. "Looks like luck isn’t on your side again!" she taunts playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. With another defeat, I sigh dramatically, the laughter of the girls ringing in my ears. They lean closer, their encouragement teasingly relentless. "Come on, don't be shy! Show us what you've got!" Gathering my courage, I take a deep breath and slowly pull down my shorts. I can feel their eyes on me as I toss them to the floor, leaving me in just my top and underwear. "There, are you happy now?" I say with a playful pout. The girls burst into laughter, their playful banter filling the room. "I knew you had it in you!" she giggles, and Bethany adds, "You’re getting bold, I like it!" <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/cards_feet.jpg"/> Their words encourage me, but as I glance down at my remaining clothing, I feel a twinge of uncertainty. The atmosphere is light and fun, yet part of me wonders if it’s time to call it a night. I take a moment to weigh my options: should I keep playing this thrilling game or gracefully bow out and head home? <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Continue playing]] [[Say it's time to go home]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_stripcards.jpg"/> I decided that I had to win; it couldn't just be bad luck all the time. "Deal the cards!" I declared, determined to turn my luck around. As the cards were dealt again, I noticed I had a decent hand. Yet somehow, I still ended up losing. “Wow, if you have any talents, playing cards isn’t one of them!” she laughed, clearly enjoying my misfortune. I couldn’t help but chuckle along with her, despite the teasing. “Alright, come on, let’s see you strip!” she encouraged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a sigh, I pondered my options: should I take off my top or my panties? If I continued to play, I wouldn’t be able to cover my breasts with my hands while holding the cards, but at least I could shield my pussy with my legs. "I guess I’ll take off my panties," I decided, slipping them down and revealing my bare skin. As I did, I caught the amused reactions of both girls. “Look at you, all brave now!” Tyra teased, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re really getting into the spirit of the game!” she added with a playful smirk. Left in just my top, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over my card skills. It seemed that Bethany noticed my hesitation. “How about this? If you win, both Tyra and I will strip down,” she proposed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. The thought of that was undeniably enticing and ignited a fire within me. “Alright, let’s do it! Deal the cards!” I exclaimed, eager to play. But Bethany raised a hand to stop me. “Not so fast! If you lose, you have to take off your top and walk around the house naked for the rest of the day. What do you think?” She asked, her smirk widening. The stakes were raised, and I could feel my heart racing at the thought of being completely exposed. I weighed my options, contemplating whether to take the risk or to back down now. [[Continue playing|Cards End]] [[Say it's time to go home]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_stripcards.jpg"/> I decided that while I was having fun with the girls, I didn't want to risk another loss, especially since I had very little left on. "I have some things to take care of, so I think I’ll head home," I said, trying to keep my tone light. Bethany smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Aww, what’s the matter? Scared to lose everything?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. Tyra quickly interjected, “Hey, it’s totally fine! We’ve had a great time, right?” Her supportive smile was reassuring, and I appreciated it. I slipped back into my shorts and pulled on my socks, feeling a bit of relief at the fabric covering me again. "Thanks for the fun, you two. It was a blast!” I waved goodbye to Bethany, who responded with a slightly cold farewell. After a quick glance at Tyra, I made my way to the front door. “I’ll see you later, Tyra!” I called out, giving her a warm smile as I stepped outside into the evening air. <<set $tyraBethany = true>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I decided to go for one last round since the stakes were so high. Steeling myself, I said, “Alright, let’s do this! Deal the cards!” Bethany deftly shuffled and dealt the cards, her movements smooth and confident. As I glanced at my hand, I saw that the cards weren’t terrible, but once again, I found myself on the losing end. A nagging thought crossed my mind that perhaps Bethany was cheating, but I pushed it aside to avoid ruining the mood. I broke free from my thoughts, and Bethany teased, “Come on, babe, show us your little tits!” With a resigned sigh, I obediently removed my top, leaving myself completely bare. <img src="img/locations/outside/gym/cards_naked.jpg"/> Bethany erupted into laughter, standing up and declaring, “I need another drink!” She sauntered off to fetch another bottle of wine while Tyra turned to me. “Hey, it’s all good. Don’t stress,” she reassured me. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my composure and replied, “Yeah, I’m fine. Really.” A short while later, Bethany returned with another bottle of wine, and we settled back on the couch to enjoy it. The alcohol helped dull my worries, and soon I felt less awkward sitting there naked between two fully dressed women. After we finished the bottle, Bethany mentioned that she was moving soon and had brought her suitcases to Tyra’s place. “I was thinking about trying on some of your clothes,” she suggested. Tyra’s eyes lit up with excitement, “That sounds fun! Let’s do it!” I followed them into Tyra's bedroom, curious to see what was in store. <<set $corruption += 1>> [[Continue|Tyra Bedroom Bethany]]

Before entering Tyra's bedroom, I quickly excused myself to use the bathroom. When I returned, I was greeted by a chaotic scene—Bethany's suitcase lay wide open, and clothes were strewn across the floor like confetti from a wild party. The room was filled with the scent of perfume and fresh laundry, adding an unexpected warmth to the atmosphere. “Bring your white ass over here!” Bethany called out, her voice playful and teasing as she spotted me in the doorway. Her bright smile was infectious, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her boldness. Obediently, I stepped into the room, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with curiosity. I dropped to my knees beside the girls, eager to explore the treasures hidden in Bethany's suitcase. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The clothes were vibrant and colorful, a delightful mix of styles that reflected Bethany's bold personality. I picked up a flowy sundress and held it against myself, imagining how it would feel to wear something so free and playful. Meanwhile, Tyra rummaged through another suitcase, pulling out a pair of flashy heels. “What do you think, babe? Should we do a little fashion show?” I giggled, excited by the idea. Bethany winked at me, clearly ready to have some fun. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as we surrounded the open suitcases, diving into a world of playful possibilities. Bethany handed me a stunning white dress, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Try this on! I think it’ll look amazing on you!” she urged, a playful grin spreading across her face. I felt a wave of relief wash over me; finally, I wouldn't be completely naked after the events of the evening. I slipped my leg into the dress, carefully pulling it up over my body. As I adjusted it, I quickly realized how daring it was. The fabric clung to my curves, barely covering my chest and rear. The back featured a daring cutout held together by delicate, colorful ribbons that crisscrossed like a work of art. I couldn't help but admire how it accentuated my shape, leaving just enough to the imagination. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When I turned to show off the outfit, Bethany's laughter filled the room. “Twirl around for us!” she encouraged, her voice bright with excitement. I complied, spinning slowly and reveling in the sensation of the fabric swaying around me. Just as I completed my turn, I felt a playful smack on my backside. “Looking good!” she exclaimed, her mischievous tone making my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling both sexy and playful in this daring outfit, fully embracing the fun atmosphere that surrounded us. After a while, Bethany left the room, leaving me to experiment with her collection of dresses. I was lost in thought, realizing that I was the only one trying on outfits while Tyra and Bethany simply watched and commented. I decided not to let that bother me; after all, I was having fun. Tyra handed me another dress, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. “This one is gorgeous! You have to try it on!” With a nod of appreciation, I took the dress and began to slip it on. Just then, Bethany sauntered back into the room, her presence commanding attention. She plopped herself down on the bed, sipping a coffee cocktail through a straw, a lazy smile on her face as she observed my fashion show. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I finished putting on the dress, I felt a rush of vulnerability wash over me. The fabric was long and completely sheer, revealing almost everything beneath. Only a few delicate white patterns broke the transparency, but they did little to conceal my breasts and pussy. Bethany took a sip of her drink, her eyes wide with approval. “That dress looks amazing on you!” she exclaimed, her tone teasing yet sincere. I couldn’t help but blush at her compliment, feeling both exposed and empowered in the delicate fabric. I spun around, giving them a full view, and felt a rush of excitement at their enthusiastic reactions. Tyra continued rummaging through Bethany's suitcases, her curiosity piqued as she suddenly exclaimed, “Whoa, what do we have here?” Bethany perked up at the sound of her voice and slid off the bed to sit beside Tyra on the floor. To my surprise, Tyra had stumbled upon Bethany's collection of sex toys—several enormous black rubber dildos of impressive sizes lay sprawled out before them. Tyra raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Why do you need so many of these?” she asked, a playful smirk on her face. Bethany shrugged nonchalantly, a confident grin spreading across her lips. “I’m a grown girl; I can have whatever I want,” she replied, her tone teasing. Then, in a bold move, Bethany picked up two of the massive toys and wiggled them in front of my face. “How about trying these on for size?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I felt a flush of embarrassment wash over me, and I awkwardly stammered, “I don’t know… this is a bit awkward for me.” The tipsy Tyra and Bethany exchanged knowing looks and erupted into playful teasing, urging me to let go of my reservations. [[Continue the wild and carefree atmosphere with the girls|Tyra Bedroom Bethany 2]]

The tipsy Tyra stood up from the floor, her movements slightly unsteady yet playful. “Come on, don’t be shy!” she exclaimed, reaching down to grab my hands. With a gentle pull, she lifted me from my knees. I could feel the warmth of the wine coursing through me, making everything seem a bit more vibrant and exciting. Tyra led me toward the bed, her grip firm yet reassuring. As we reached the edge, she playfully gave me a little push on my back, causing me to tumble onto the soft surface of the mattress. I landed with a soft bounce, giggling at the sudden turn of events. Without missing a beat, Tyra approached me and began to gently spread my legs apart, her hands skillfully guiding me. “Look at you two! This is getting interesting,” Bethany chimed in, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Tyra's hands moved gently along the inside of my thighs, sending a shiver through my body as her fingers teased the sensitive skin. I watched as Bethany rummaged through the suitcase, a mischievous grin on her face as she pulled out a vibrator and a large black double-ended dildo. “Here, you take this,” she said, handing the vibrator to Tyra. Tyra, without hesitation, pressed it firmly against my exposed pussy, the sudden buzz of the toy making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. Bethany, meanwhile, climbed onto the bed, settling herself near my head. “Open up, babe,” she ordered with a playful smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Obediently, I opened my mouth, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Bethany wasted no time, sliding the long, thick dildo deep into my mouth, filling it completely. “That’s a good girl,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as she slowly pushed the toy further, testing my limits and starting to work it deeper into my throat. The room was filled with the low hum of the vibrator and the soft, wet sounds of the dildo stretching my lips wide. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Bethany continued sliding the thick dildo deeper into my throat, my lips stretching around its width as she worked it with slow, deliberate motions. I felt my face flush, my heart racing with every push. Suddenly, she paused, letting out a soft chuckle as she undid the tie of her bathrobe, letting it fall open to reveal her large, full breasts. “Mmm, there we go,” Bethany teased, her voice rich with satisfaction as she pulled the dildo from my mouth with a wet, popping sound. My lips were left glistening, and I gasped for air, feeling the coolness of the room against my wet skin. Without warning, she reached down, grabbing my head and guiding it towards her exposed chest. My cheek brushed against the soft flesh before she pressed my lips firmly against her nipple. “Come on, baby, suck it good,” she whispered, her hand gripping my hair gently but firmly. I obediently wrapped my lips around her nipple, flicking my tongue across the hardened tip before sucking on it just as she'd commanded. Her skin tasted warm and smooth, her breast heavy against my face as I sucked and teased her nipple with my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Bethany handed the large double-sided dildo to Tyra, a sly grin playing on her lips. “Here, babe, take over,” she said casually, her voice filled with mischief. Then, turning to me, she pointed to the bed, “Lie down, on your back,” she ordered, her tone playful yet commanding. Obediently, I reclined onto the bed, my heart racing in anticipation. The sheets felt cool against my skin as I adjusted myself, spreading my legs slightly in submission to what was about to come. Bethany climbed onto the bed, discarding her bathrobe entirely. She looked down at me with a teasing smile as she straddled my face, lowering her warm, wet pussy right onto my lips. “Lick me, baby, nice and deep,” she purred, her hips grinding softly against my mouth. I obediently stuck out my tongue, eagerly tasting her slick juices as I worked my tongue in long strokes, lapping at her clit. The heat of her body pressed against me, filling my senses as she moaned softly above. Meanwhile, Tyra had shed her bathrobe too, her smooth skin glowing under the dim light. She moved to kneel between my legs, holding the thick double-sided dildo in her hands. “Here we go, babe,” she murmured with a grin, positioning one end of the dildo against my dripping slit. Without wasting time, she began sliding it in and out of me, her movements quick and deliberate. The sensation was overwhelming—Bethany's weight pressing on my face as her pussy ground against my lips, and Tyra working the dildo inside me with relentless speed. My moans were muffled against Bethany’s slick folds as I licked her harder, desperately trying to keep up with the intensity of everything happening at once. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My body trembled as I rode the waves of my orgasm, my mind foggy with pleasure. Slowly, Bethany lifted herself off my face, her juices smeared across my lips and chin, leaving me gasping for air. "Good girl," she purred, her voice sultry and satisfied, as she glanced down at me with a smirk. I could barely move, my muscles weak and my head spinning from the intensity of it all. Bethany looked over to Tyra, giving her a nod. "Get up, babe, and come over here," she said with a grin, her tone playful but commanding. Tyra, obedient as ever, rose from between my legs, leaving the double-sided dildo still lodged deep inside me. I lay on the bed, completely spent, trying to catch my breath as I watched them from the corner of my eye. Bethany and Tyra exchanged a mischievous look, then moved toward the suitcase, where Bethany pulled out two massive black strap-ons. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them both begin to strap them on, fastening the harnesses around their hips. "Ready for round two?" Bethany asked Tyra with a smirk, adjusting the thick rubber cock hanging between her legs. I was still lying on the bed, my body limp from exhaustion, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Tyra and Bethany stood there, both now armed with their intimidating strap-ons. They leaned in close, whispering something to each other and exchanging sly glances, before suddenly breaking into a game of rock-paper-scissors. The sight was almost surreal, as if they were deciding who would have the honor of going first. "Yes!" Tyra exclaimed, victorious as she threw her winning hand. She bounced with excitement, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she turned to face me. Without hesitation, she rushed toward the bed, the strap-on bobbing between her legs with every step. The eager look in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine as I lay there, still recovering, but now with a rising anticipation of what was about to come next. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Come on, babe, don't give up on me now," Tyra's voice was encouraging, filled with playful excitement as she gently guided my exhausted body. Her hands were firm but gentle, helping me shift from my limp position on the bed to all fours. I barely had the strength to move, but the teasing edge in her voice stirred something within me. "That's it... just like that," she whispered, positioning herself behind me. My knees dug into the soft mattress, my body trembling slightly as I felt the cool air brush against my bare skin. Tyra moved in close, her hands gripping my hips as she adjusted herself, and then, with one slow but steady push, she slid her large strap-on deep inside me. I let out a soft gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets beneath me, trying to steady myself as she filled me. The rhythm started slow, each thrust deliberate, her hips meeting mine with a tantalizing pressure. But soon, it grew faster, Tyra finding her pace as she took me from behind. My tired body responded in ways I couldn’t control, the pleasure building once again despite my exhaustion. Suddenly, Bethany’s presence loomed over me, her teasing smile greeting me as she climbed onto the bed, kneeling directly in front of me. "Look at you, sweetheart," she cooed, her large black strap-on dangling inches from my face, swaying slightly with her movements. "Be a good girl and suck it," she commanded, her voice low and sultry, not giving me any room to refuse. Obediently, I parted my lips and leaned forward, taking the tip of her strap-on into my mouth. The taste of rubber filled my senses, but I didn’t hesitate. I sucked eagerly, my mouth sliding over the length of it as Bethany moaned in approval, her fingers tangling in my hair to guide me. Meanwhile, Tyra’s thrusts from behind grew more intense, her hips slamming against mine as she drove the strap-on deeper inside me. I was trapped between them, one strap-on in my mouth, the other deep inside me, and all I could do was submit, my body responding to their every command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I think it's my turn now," Bethany's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, and Tyra didn't even hesitate. With a wet, slick sound, Tyra slowly pulled her strap-on from my aching pussy, the absence leaving me shivering. I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Bethany slid in behind me, her hands roughly gripping my waist. "All yours," Tyra smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she moved to take Bethany’s place in front of me. The tip of her strap-on, now glistening with my juices, hovered near my lips. "You know what to do," she teased. I obediently opened my mouth, the taste of my own arousal heavy on my tongue as I began to suck on the strap-on. It felt strange, but there was something thrilling about it—knowing the fluids coating it were from me. Behind me, Bethany wasted no time. With a firm, sharp thrust, she buried her strap-on deep inside me, eliciting a muffled moan from my throat as my lips stayed wrapped around Tyra’s toy. Bethany’s pace was rougher, more demanding than Tyra’s had been. Her hips slapped against my ass, the sound filling the room along with her occasional playful slaps on my bare skin. "You like that, don’t you?" she purred, her hand coming down on my ass again, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. I could only whimper around Tyra’s strap-on, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control. My legs trembled as Bethany pounded into me, my mouth desperately working to keep up with Tyra's thrusts into my throat. "You're such a good little slut," Tyra moaned, watching me with dark eyes as I obediently sucked on her strap-on, the slickness of my own juices making it easier to take in. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex, the slap of skin against skin, and the rhythmic, lewd noises of the strap-ons working my body from both ends. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without warning, Bethany pulled the strap-on out of my soaked pussy with a wet pop, and the sudden emptiness made me shiver. She gave my ass a hard slap, the sting lingering as she commanded, "Turn around." I immediately let Tyra’s strap-on slip from my mouth, feeling its slickness leave my lips, and I did as Bethany instructed, shifting on the bed to face her. Her strap-on was glistening with my own juices, and she gave me a teasing grin, eyes dark with lust. "Now, be a good girl and suck it," she said with a purr, "I want to see you lick off your own mess." I hesitated for only a second before leaning forward, opening my mouth wide to take her strap-on in. As I wrapped my lips around the thick toy, I could taste myself on it—salty and slick. Bethany grabbed the back of my head, guiding me deeper onto the strap-on, and I began to gag slightly as she pushed it farther into my throat. "That’s it," Bethany groaned, watching intently as I worked to please her, the sensation of the hard, rubbery material filling my mouth. She tightened her grip on my hair, controlling the pace as I bobbed my head, sucking harder, determined to clean every inch of the toy as she demanded. "You really love being told what to do, don’t you?" Tyra teased from behind, her voice soft but laced with amusement as she watched the scene unfold. I could feel the heat of their gazes on me, and the thought of how vulnerable I was in that moment only fueled the excitement swirling inside me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Bethany let out a long sigh, stretching as she dropped onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress. "I’m tired," she muttered with a playful smirk, clearly not done with the fun just yet. Reaching for a vibrator, she lazily turned it on and pressed it against her swollen pussy, her hips already beginning to roll in response to the buzzing pleasure. The soft hum of the vibrator filled the room as she settled in to enjoy herself. Tyra, watching Bethany with a mischievous grin, turned to me and whispered, "How about we try something else? How about we scissor?" Her tone was filled with suggestion, and I felt a rush of anticipation as I met her gaze. "Yes," I responded eagerly, feeling my heart race. I climbed onto the bed and laid down, spreading my legs wide in invitation. Tyra didn’t waste a moment, positioning herself between my thighs, and with a soft, intimate touch, she aligned her slit with mine. We pressed against each other, and a shudder ran through me as our slick folds slid together. The heat and friction built quickly as Tyra rocked her hips against mine, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. Our moans filled the room, the intensity growing with every thrust as we rubbed our wet, sensitive pussies together in the scissoring position. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in my body on fire as I clung to the bed for stability. Tyra's breath came out in soft gasps, and I could feel the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment. My own moans grew louder, and it wasn’t long before the tension inside me snapped. My body tensed as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, sending me into a blissful orgasm. My legs trembled, and I cried out, lost in the intensity of it all. Tyra slowed her movements, riding out my orgasm with me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was amazing," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes still locked on mine as we shared in the afterglow of our mutual pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Exhausted and completely spent, I lay on my back on the bed, my legs still spread apart as I tried to catch my breath. Tyra was resting on top of me, her body warm against mine as we exchanged soft, lingering kisses. Her lips were gentle, and I could feel the tenderness in each touch, a contrast to the intensity of our earlier passion. Bethany, having finally tired of her vibrator, rolled over to join us. She slid in beside me, her skin warm against mine, and I instinctively wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close, while my other hand remained on Tyra. The three of us lay there, a tangle of bodies and gentle sighs, our lips meeting in slow, affectionate kisses as we enjoyed the closeness after such a wild evening. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\gym\tyra_bethany_bedroom\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. The time had slipped away, and I knew I needed to get home. "I think it’s time for me to head out," I said softly, my voice still a bit hoarse from all the moaning and screaming earlier. Bethany, resting her head against my shoulder, sighed contentedly before speaking up. "Yeah, I’ve got some things to do tonight too. I’ll grab my stuff from you tomorrow." The three of us slowly got up from the bed, our movements languid and relaxed. We began to dress, giggling and teasing each other about everything that had happened. "I’m never going to forget tonight," Tyra said with a grin, fastening her robe back in place. "Me neither," I replied with a smile, feeling the warmth of their playful banter as I pulled my clothes back on. Once I was dressed, I walked over to Tyra and leaned in for one last, lingering kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet, and I could feel the connection we had shared in that brief moment. "Goodnight," I whispered as I pulled away, feeling a little lightheaded from the kiss. With a final wave, I stepped out the door, the memories of the night lingering with me as I made my way home. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = 7>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $tyra_relationship += 10>><<set $tyraBethany = true>> <<link "Go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

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<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "I was thinking it would be nice to meet up and spend some time together!" I suggest, feeling excited at the prospect. "That sounds great! I can probably break away from work for an hour or two. Got any ideas on where we could go?" She sounds enthusiastic, eager for a little escape from her tasks. "How about going to the movies? Or we could hit up the amusement park!" I offer, thinking about the fun we could have. "Both sound awesome! I’m leaning a bit towards the amusement park. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a roller coaster!" Her excitement is infectious. [[Decide on the amusement park|Amusement Park Plan]] [[Decide on the movies|Movie Plan]]

We agreed to meet at the amusement park, and after a quick change, I headed out. The colorful lights of the park were already visible from afar, creating an exciting atmosphere as I approached the entrance. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_walk.jpg"/> "Hey, Jill!" I waved as I spotted her near the gate. She smiled and waved back, looking just as excited as I felt. "Hey! Ready for some fun?" she asked, her energy already infectious. After paying the $5 entrance fee, we stepped into the vibrant world of rides and games. The park was alive with laughter, the sound of rides, and the smell of popcorn. We wandered around, chatting and catching up about life. The more we talked, the more I felt relaxed, as if the stress of the day was melting away. Toward the end of our time, we finally decided to take a ride on the roller coasters. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_rollercoaster.jpg"/> "That was insane!" Jill laughed as we stumbled out of the roller coaster, our hair all over the place from the wind. As we left the park, I felt a little rush of excitement. Maybe this hangout didn’t have to end here. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 5>> [[Hey, do you want to keep walking around for a bit?|Continue Hangout Plan]] <<link "Go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

We agreed to meet outside, and after a quick change, I headed out. As I approached the street corner where we planned to meet, I spotted Jill standing by a streetlight, scrolling through her phone. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_walk.jpg"/> "Hey, Jill!" I called out with a wave. She looked up and smiled, her face lighting up as she waved back. "Hey! Ready for the movie?" she asked, tucking her phone away. Together, we walked toward The Galleria, making our way through the bustling crowd. The theater was located on the third floor of the mall, and as we approached, the glow of the movie posters lit up the entrance hall. "This place is always busy." I commented as we stepped into the mall. "Yeah, especially with all the new releases," she replied with a nod, glancing at the posters. After paying the $5 ticket fee, we took the escalator up to the theater. The familiar smell of popcorn greeted us, mingling with the soft hum of chatter and the sound of ticket stubs being torn. We talked as we made our way to our seats, the conversation flowing easily. The more we talked, the more I felt my stress fading. The lights dimmed as the previews started, and I could feel the excitement building. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_cinema.jpg"/> "This is gonna be fun!" Jill whispered as the movie began. Once the film was over, we left the theater, still laughing and discussing our favorite moments. But even after the credits rolled, I wasn’t ready for the night to end. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 5>> [[Hey, do you want to keep walking around for a bit?|Continue Hangout Plan]] <<link "Go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_walk.jpg"/> "Hey, do you want to keep walking around for a bit?" I asked, hoping to extend the evening with Jill. "I don’t mind, but I need to call work first," Jill replied, pulling her phone from her pocket. "No problem, take your time," I said with a smile. She dialed a number and brought the phone to her ear. I could only hear her side of the conversation as she spoke with her colleague from the convenience store, trying to convince him to cover her shift tonight. "Come on, it’s just one shift! You know you owe me for that last time!" she teased, her voice light but persistent. I watched her pace slightly, her tone softening as the conversation continued. After a couple of minutes, I saw the smile spread across her face. "Thanks, you’re the best! I owe you big time!" she said gratefully before hanging up and slipping her phone back into her pocket. Turning to me, she asked, "So, any ideas for what we should do now?" "How about we just walk around a bit?" I suggested, still not ready for the night to end. "Ugh, my feet are killing me from all the walking. How about we head to my place instead?" she offered, rubbing her ankles slightly. I nodded, feeling a bit excited at the prospect. "Sounds good to me." Jill smiled, pulling out her phone again to order a taxi. Within minutes, the ride arrived, and we were off to her place. [[Continue to Jill's Place|Jill's Apartment]]

<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_doorbell.jpg"/> I went up to the next floor and approached Margaret's apartment. <<if !$margaretComputerRepairCompleted>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretComputerRepair]] <<else>><<if !$margaretRenovation>><<if !$margaretApologyGiven>><<if !$ringStolen>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|Margaret Tea]] <<else>><<if !$rileyDisgrace>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretBusy]] <<else>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretMaid]]<</if>><</if>> <<else>><<if !$margaretForgivenessEventCompleted>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretApology]] <<else>><<if !$rileyDisgrace>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretMaid]] <<else>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|MargaretObedience]]<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<else>>[[Ring Margaret's doorbell|Margaret Tea Two]]<</if>><</if>>

<img src="img/characters/margaret/inside.jpg"/> I ring Margaret's doorbell, and she opens it with her usual warm smile. "Oh, you came just in time!" she exclaims, clearly relieved. "I was hoping you could help me with something. My son gave me this computer, but it's stopped working. Could you take a look and see if you can fix it? I’ll give you $25 for your trouble." She leads me into her cozy living room, a space filled with the warmth of family memories. The walls are lined with framed photos, capturing moments of her life—children, vacations, and a few old black-and-white portraits. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts from the kitchen as Margaret excuses herself to get something, leaving me alone with the computer. <<set $margaretComputerRepairCompleted = true>> I sit down and power it on, expecting the worst. But after a few moments, I realize the computer itself is fine. The issue is simple—the internet cable had been disconnected. I reconnect it, and within seconds, the problem is solved. Easy money, I think to myself. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_pc.jpg"/> As I sit back, my eyes wander around the room. That’s when I notice it—a beautiful jewelry box resting on a nearby shelf. Something about its ornate design catches my attention, and before I can think twice, I’m standing in front of it. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I gently lift the lid. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_jewelry.jpg"/> Inside, I find an array of valuable items—delicate necklaces, sparkling earrings, and rings that look like they could fetch a high price. I pause, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me. Should I take something? No one’s watching, and Margaret is still in the kitchen. But the consequences... <ul> <li>[[Close the jewelry box and wait for Margaret|DidntSteal]]</li> <li>[[Steal a ring|StealRing]]</li></ul>

I visit Margaret again, and as soon as I walk in, she greets me with a warm smile. "Come on in, take a seat," she says, gesturing to the cozy armchair across from her. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> I sit down, and before I know it, she's pouring us both a cup of tea. We talk about everything—our lives, shared experiences, and the things that come with being women. The conversation flows easily, touching on moments of strength and vulnerability. Sipping my tea, I feel a sense of comfort in her presence, as if these chats are becoming something of a tradition between us. As we continue drinking tea, I ask, "What do you actually do for a living?" Margaret smiles and replies, "Oh, I have plenty of things on my plate. I manage a few apartments around the city and rent them out. One of them is currently undergoing renovations, actually." She lets out a tired sigh before adding, "I’m exhausted today. Would you mind stopping by the place to check if everything’s going fine with the workers? Just make sure they’re not slacking or drunk." I hesitate and say, "I don’t really know much about renovations, though." Margaret waves a hand dismissively. "That’s fine! You just need to see if they’re working properly and that everything looks in order. So, will you do it?" [[Agree to check the apartment|Margaret check aparts]] [[Apologize and say you have other plans|entrance of the house]]

When I arrive at Margaret's, I ring the doorbell, and she opens the door, mentioning that she's a bit busy at the moment but will be free soon. She then walks into her study and begins writing something at her desk. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes of waiting in the corridor of her apartment, she calls me into her study and says, "I want to discuss something with you." [[Proceed to discussion with Margaret|discussWithMargaret]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I step into Margaret's study, she glances up from her work. "So, you've come to work as a maid?" she asks, her tone sharp. "Yes, I have," I reply, feeling the weight of her gaze. "You can change and get started. I'll pay you after the job is done. And don't even think about stealing anything again—there are surveillance cameras hidden all around my house." "Make sure to clean thoroughly this time," she instructs, returning to her papers. [[Accept the job and start working|MaidMargaret]] [[Politely decline and leave|entrance of the house]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret greets me with a stern look, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed in disapproval. "You’ve come to apologize, haven’t you?" she says, her voice firm as she gestures for me to take a seat in the plush chair across from her. Feeling a lump in my throat, I beg for her forgiveness, my heart racing as I explain how stealing was a momentary lapse in judgment. I tell her about my recent move to the city, how everything feels overwhelming without a job, and how the pressure led me to make such a foolish choice. I can see the conflict in her eyes as she listens intently, her expression softening just a fraction as she considers my words. After a moment of heavy silence, she takes a deep breath and says that she will forgive me this time, but warns me that it’s the last chance. I can feel a sense of relief wash over me, yet the weight of her warning hangs in the air. Then, in a surprising turn, she offers me a position as a housekeeper for her. The offer feels like a lifeline, a chance to rebuild my reputation and prove that I can be trusted. <<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>><<set $margaretForgivenessEventCompleted = true>> [[Say that you'll think about it and leave|entrance of the house]]

I rang the doorbell to Margaret's study, and after a minute of waiting, she opened the door and immediately walked inside, telling me to join her when I was ready. "Don't keep me waiting, piggy," she said, her tone dismissive. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_ob.jpg"/> Summoning every ounce of courage I had left, I raised my hand and knocked on Margaret's study door. Her voice, confident and authoritative, sliced through the heavy silence. "Come in," she commanded, the words carrying an unmistakable weight. My legs felt like they could give out at any moment as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating her figure. Margaret looked up from her work, her gaze piercing through me, making my heart skip a beat. "Let's move to my bedroom," she said, her voice smooth yet laced with a sinister undertone. "You'll find it more comfortable to apologize there, sweetheart." The way she called me "sweetheart" sent a shiver down my spine, but I nodded, unable to find my voice. Margaret rose from her chair with an air of absolute control, her movements fluid and deliberate. She walked toward the bedroom with a confident stride, leaving me no choice but to follow her, feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter. She turned to face me, her eyes cold and calculating. "Do you understand," she began, her voice soft but dripping with menace, "that what you've done is an even bigger mistake than stealing that ring?" I felt my throat tighten, my voice barely escaping as a whisper. "Yes, I understand." Margaret’s lips curled into a predatory smile. "Good. Then strip," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my shirt, the fabric slipping through my trembling fingers. I undressed quickly, the cool air brushing against my bare skin, amplifying the vulnerability I felt. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat that echoed in my ears. Margaret’s eyes roamed over my exposed body, her gaze predatory, making me feel like prey caught in a trap. She gestured towards the bed with a flick of her wrist. "Get on," she ordered, her voice now tinged with impatience. I climbed onto the bed, feeling the soft sheets beneath me as I sat across from her. My breathing was shallow, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Margaret moved closer, her presence overwhelming as she loomed over me. She leaned in, her face inches from mine, and I could feel her breath warm against my lips. Slowly, deliberately, she licked my lips, the sensation both startling and revolting, sending a shiver of disgust down my spine. My body tensed, but I didn’t dare move. Then, without warning, she produced a red ball gag, the rubber sphere gleaming ominously in the dim light. Margaret’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she forced the gag into my mouth, the cold rubber pressing harshly against my tongue, muffling any sound I might have made. She tightened the black leather straps behind my head, her fingers brushing against my hair as she secured the gag in place. The sensation of the gag filling my mouth, rendering me mute, was both humiliating and terrifying. I could only watch in silence as Margaret leaned back, her expression one of smug satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s fingers traced along the surface of the ball gag in my mouth, her touch both teasing and possessive. She ran her fingertips over the rubber sphere, pressing it deeper into my mouth, and then slowly slid them over my parted lips, lingering there as if savoring the power she held over me. Her voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. “You know,” she began, her tone laced with cruel intent, “by the end of tonight, you’ll be just another one of my obedient little toys. Nothing more, nothing less.” The words sent a chill down my spine, but I was powerless to respond. The gag rendered me silent, my protests swallowed by the cold, unyielding rubber. Margaret’s smile widened as she tightened her grip on my neck, her fingers curling around my throat with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse quicken in fear. With one hand still wrapped around my neck, she tugged my head forward slightly, forcing my tongue to protrude from between my lips. Her other hand moved to the ball gag, her tongue darting out to lick the rubber sphere with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting the very thing that was silencing me. Margaret's eyes never left mine as she licked the ball, her gaze filled with sadistic pleasure. The sensation was disturbing, humiliating, but there was nothing I could do to stop her. I was completely at her mercy. She shifted her attention to my face, her tongue tracing wet lines along my cheeks, her breath hot against my skin. The act was slow, deliberate, and degrading, as if she were marking me as her own. Her tongue flicked over my lips, tasting the fear and desperation that lingered there. “You’re mine now,” she whispered against my skin, her breath sending a shiver through me. “Every part of you. Don’t forget that.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret’s cold eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as she took a step back, surveying me with a predatory gaze. “There’s something I need to do to make sure you won’t disobey me,” she said, her voice dripping with sinister intent. She walked over to the nightstand, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as she reached for the hem of her skirt. With a calculated smirk, she began to undress, her fingers moving with a practiced, sensual precision. She peeled away her clothing, revealing her curvaceous figure, until she was left wearing only a lacy black bra. The bra strained against the weight of her enormous silicone-enhanced breasts, which seemed ready to burst free. With a casual, almost teasing motion, she slid the cups of her bra down, allowing her heavy, artificial breasts to spill out, fully exposed. The sight was both intimidating and overwhelming, a stark reminder of the power she wielded over me. Margaret turned back to the nightstand, her fingers deftly opening the drawer. From within, she retrieved a large black strap-on, its dark color contrasting sharply with the pale flesh of her thighs. This wasn’t the same one she had used on Riley—that one had been a flesh-toned shade, almost deceptively natural. This one was different, menacing in its jet-black hue, the straps a matching shade of dark leather. She buckled the strap-on around her waist, her eyes never leaving mine as she adjusted the straps with practiced ease. The phallic shape jutted out from her pelvis, a grotesque symbol of the control she was about to exert over me. Margaret wasn’t finished yet. She reached into the drawer again, pulling out several coils of rope and a set of metal nipple clamps, connected by a short, cruel chain. The sight of them sent a fresh wave of fear and dread coursing through me. With a sadistic grin, she approached me, the rope held tightly in her hands. She wasted no time, wrapping the coarse cord around my chest, binding my breasts with a brutal efficiency that left them swollen and sensitive. The rough fibers bit into my skin, making every breath a painful reminder of my helplessness. Margaret wasn’t content with just my chest. She moved behind me, her fingers working swiftly to tie my hands together, securing them tightly behind my back. The same rope snaked around my neck, not tight enough to choke, but enough to make me acutely aware of its presence. Next, she focused on my legs. Her hands were quick and methodical as she wrapped rope around my upper thighs, binding them to my ankles. The way she tied the knots forced my legs apart, leaving me exposed and utterly vulnerable, unable to move or resist. Finally, Margaret reached for the nipple clamps. Without a word, she attached the cold metal clamps to my hardened nipples, the sharp pinch of pain making me wince. The chain that connected them swayed lightly as I breathed, a constant, painful reminder of the control she held over me. Margaret stepped back to admire her handiwork, the black strap-on jutting out obscenely from her hips, her artificial breasts hanging heavily as she smirked at my helpless form. I lay on my back, completely helpless on the bed, my legs spread wide apart by the ropes that bound me. The cold air of the room kissed my exposed skin, heightening my vulnerability as I stared up at the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. The restraints around my wrists and ankles dug into my skin, reminding me that there was no escape. Margaret approached with a slow, deliberate stride, the black strap-on jutting out obscenely from her hips, swinging slightly with each step. Her eyes were locked onto mine, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she loomed over me. The sight of her towering above me, with that monstrous phallus strapped to her waist, sent a shiver of dread through my entire body. She didn’t say a word as she positioned herself between my legs, the tip of the strap-on brushing against my inner thigh, sending jolts of fear through me. The cold, unyielding rubber pressed against my most intimate area, teasing, taunting, as Margaret took her time, savoring the moment. With a slow, methodical motion, she pushed forward, the thick head of the strap-on parting my trembling lips. The sensation was foreign, uncomfortable, as the rubber phallus stretched me open, inch by agonizing inch. I bit down on the gag, my body tense, as she slowly buried the length of the strap-on inside me, taking her time to make sure I felt every bit of it. Margaret’s hands gripped my hips with a possessive force, her nails digging into my skin as she held me in place. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “You’re going to take all of it, every inch. And you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done.” Her words were like a knife, cutting through my mind, but I was powerless to respond, the gag muffling any sound I might have made. She began to move, slowly at first, thrusting in and out with a deliberate rhythm that forced my body to submit to her will. Each movement was a reminder of her dominance, her control over me, as she used me for her own twisted pleasure. Margaret’s eyes never left mine as she continued to thrust, her expression one of cruel satisfaction. The room was filled with the obscene sound of our bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, and the wet, vulgar noises that accompanied each thrust. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret continued to pound into me with relentless force, each thrust driving deeper and harder. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of her movements a crude symphony of domination. Her gaze was fixed on me, a twisted satisfaction evident in her eyes as she reveled in the control she had over my helpless body. Suddenly, she reached for the chain connected to the nipple clamps, her fingers gripping it tightly. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, with a cruel twist, pulling on the chain, the sharp pain shooting through my already sensitive nipples. I moaned into the gag, the sensation both excruciating and degrading, as the chain pulled tight, stretching my skin and adding another layer of torment. Margaret’s other hand was not idle. She picked up a spanking paddle from the nightstand, its surface smooth and polished. Without hesitation, she began to bring the paddle down onto my exposed thighs, each slap resounding through the room. The sting of the paddle was harsh and unforgiving, adding a new level of pain to the already overwhelming sensations. She paused for a moment, her breath coming in slow, deliberate pants. With a wicked grin, she leaned over me and spat directly onto my exposed cunt. The thick, warm saliva dribbled down, mixing with the natural moisture already present. The feeling of her spit was humiliating and degrading, but it was also a reminder of her dominance. Margaret’s eyes flashed with a dark glint as she watched the saliva mix with my arousal. She continued to thrust into me, the added slickness of her saliva making her movements even more invasive and relentless. The sensation of her thrusts combined with the sting of the paddle and the burning pull of the nipple clamps was overwhelming, leaving me utterly at her mercy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret's fingers moved with a calculated slowness as she carefully removed the clamps from my throbbing nipples. The release brought a sharp, fleeting pain that made me wince, but before I could recover, she was already toying with my breasts, her hands rough and possessive. Her fingers squeezed and massaged, twisting the tender flesh with a cruel precision that made my body shudder. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my face, and with a mocking smile, she ran her tongue slowly over the ball gag in my mouth, savoring the humiliation in my eyes. Her tongue traced the outline of the gag, wetting it with her saliva before sliding over my lips, the gesture both degrading and teasing. “I can see how much you hate this,” she whispered, her voice dripping with contempt. Without warning, her fingers pinched my sore nipples, twisting them between her fingers until I moaned in pain and frustration. She relished my reaction, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “You’re so sensitive,” she taunted, before lowering her mouth to my chest, capturing one of my aching nipples between her lips. Her mouth was hot and demanding as she sucked on my nipple, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. She alternated between soft, teasing licks and hard, forceful sucks, each motion sending jolts of unwanted pleasure and pain through my body. All the while, her hips never stopped moving, continuing to thrust the strap-on deep inside me with a relentless pace. Margaret's teeth grazed my nipple, a sharp contrast to the wet warmth of her mouth, as she bit down just enough to make me squirm beneath her. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same merciless attention, her mouth working in time with her hips, drawing out every ounce of control she had over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret grabbed my leg with a firm grip and turned me onto my side, positioning me to her liking. The strap-on remained inside me, her movements steady and insistent as she adjusted her angle, ensuring that every thrust was precise and unrelenting. With a satisfied smirk, she let her attention shift to my exposed backside. Her fingers traced over the curves of my buttocks before focusing on my anal hole. She teased it with her index finger, her touch light and deliberate at first, probing and circling the sensitive skin. Her finger gradually applied more pressure, the tip slipping inside me with a slow, deliberate push. The intrusion was both foreign and intimate, making me tense up in response. Margaret’s eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and dominance as she played with my back entrance, her movements calculated and filled with dark amusement. “You’re so full,” she said, her voice low and mocking as she watched my reaction. “Let’s see how well you can handle both.” She continued to play with my anal hole, her finger exploring with increasing boldness. She would alternate between gentle caresses and more insistent prodding, her touch making me squirm and gasp. All the while, she maintained her steady rhythm with the strap-on, the dual stimulation leaving me overwhelmed and at her mercy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret repositioned me with a firm grip, turning me onto my back. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as she took control of the situation. She applied a generous amount of lube to her fingers, the slick, cold gel coating her digits as she prepared for what was to come. With deliberate, practiced movements, she began to spread the lube around my arse. The coolness of the lube contrasted sharply with the warmth of her fingers, making me shiver. She made sure to cover every inch, her touch both teasing and invasive as she worked the lube into my skin. Margaret’s fingers then moved to my anal entrance. She pressed one finger against it, feeling the resistance as she slowly and firmly pushed inside. The sensation was a mix of discomfort and unexpected heat as her finger breached the tight opening. She worked her finger in and out, gradually adding more pressure and deeper penetration. “You’re so tight,” she said, her voice dripping with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “Let’s see how well you can take this.” She continued to add more fingers, each one stretching and probing, her movements precise and unyielding. The added lube made her intrusion smoother, but the sensation was still intense, each thrust of her fingers sending waves of unfamiliar feelings through me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After thoroughly preparing me with her fingers, Margaret took the strap-on and positioned it at the entrance of my arse. With a firm grip, she guided it, pressing the tip against my tight opening. The pressure of the strap-on against my sensitive skin was both intimidating and electrifying. Slowly and deliberately, she began to push the strap-on inside me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pressure and fullness as she entered me. Margaret's movements were rhythmic and controlled, each thrust deliberate and steady as she worked her way deeper. As she continued, Margaret used her hands to grip and spread my buttocks. Her fingers dug into the flesh, pulling and separating my cheeks to give her better access. The combination of her strong hands and the relentless thrusts of the strap-on left me completely at her mercy. “You’re taking it so well,” she said with a smirk, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “You’re just such an butt slut, aren’t you?” She maintained her rhythm, thrusting in and out with a steady, unyielding pace. The feeling of her hands on my body, combined with the pressure of the strap-on, created an overwhelming sensation that left me gasping and trembling under her control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret maneuvered me onto my back with a practiced ease, her control over my body evident in every movement. She then positioned herself directly in front of me, a predatory grin on her face as she brought her stocking-clad foot closer to my face. With a deliberate motion, she tore the bottom of the stocking away, exposing her bare foot. The sudden release of her foot from its nylon encasement made it all the more real. She then pressed her bare, slightly sweaty foot against my face with a firm, commanding push. The feeling of her skin against my cheek was both humiliating and invasive. Her foot was warm and carried the scent of her day, a mix of leather and faint musk that invaded my senses. She used her foot to push and prod, making sure I could feel every inch of it against my skin. “You love it, don’t you?” she taunted. “Sniff it. Take in every dirty scent. Worship my foot.” Her foot continued to jab and press into my face, forcing me to breathe in the odor with each movement. The gag in my mouth prevented me from doing anything but inhale deeply, my nose brushing against her toes and the arch of her foot. The pressure of her foot on my face was relentless, each push reminding me of my subjugation. She even began to rub her foot back and forth, ensuring that the full extent of her scent was imprinted on me. “You’re nothing but a foot-worshiping slave,” she sneered. “Show me how desperate you are for my touch.” The humiliating pressure and the repeated invocations of her dominance left me feeling completely debased, my face trapped in the grip of her foot as I endured her every command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret took a large vibrator and positioned it against my pussy, its size and cold, smooth surface contrasting sharply with the warmth of her strap-on still thrusting into me. She pressed it firmly against me, its vibrations sending waves of sensation through my body as she continued her relentless rhythm. The combination of the vibrator and the strap-on left me gasping and trembling, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. Margaret watched with a mix of satisfaction and dominance, her eyes fixed on my reaction. After I reached climax, overwhelmed by the sensations, Margaret pulled the vibrator away and looked at me with a smirk. “Well,” she said with a mocking tone, “at least you didn’t piss yourself like Riley’s. You’re not completely useless.” Her words were a sharp reminder of the power dynamics at play, her disdain adding a layer of humiliation to the already intense experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret began by removing the gag from my mouth, her movements deliberate and controlled. The sudden freedom of my mouth was brief, as she quickly shifted her focus. She then positioned herself over me, her firm, confident movements making it clear who was in control. She settled onto my face, her body pressing down with authority. I could feel the warmth and weight of her as she positioned herself directly over me. “Don’t you dare move,” she commanded with a firm tone. “I want you to focus on what I’m giving you.” Her body was inescapably close, and I could feel the heat from her as she guided me to her most intimate area. The proximity and pressure left me with no choice but to comply, my face trapped beneath her as she asserted her dominance. Margaret's voice was filled with satisfaction as she observed my reaction. “Make sure you do it right,” she said, her tone both mocking and demanding. “I expect nothing less than complete obedience.” She remained in position, ensuring that every movement I made was under her control, amplifying the sense of submission and the intensity of the experience. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret positioned herself opposite my restrained body, her gaze fixed and intense. She reached out, gripping my neck gently but firmly, guiding my face closer to hers. Her eyes locked with mine, a commanding presence evident in her every move. “Do you understand your place now?” she asked, her voice steady and authoritative. I nodded in response, the weight of her question sinking in. Without breaking eye contact, Margaret leaned in and began to kiss me passionately. Her lips were assertive and demanding, her kisses alternating between tender and fervent. Each touch of her mouth was a reminder of her dominance. As she kissed me, she would occasionally pull back, her eyes narrowing with a mix of satisfaction and disdain. “You’re nothing but a fucktoy,” she said, her voice dripping with scorn. “A toy to be used as I see fit.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_obedience\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After her assertive display, Margaret looked at me with a steely gaze. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson and won’t be causing any more trouble,” she said, her tone both commanding and final. Once I was free, Margaret stepped back, allowing me to get dressed. Her presence remained dominant, and her gaze never wavered as I fumbled with my clothes, the humiliation of the experience still fresh. When I was finally dressed, she motioned toward the door with a decisive gesture. “You can leave now,” she said coolly. As I exited her apartment, the weight of the encounter lingered. The finality of her words and the commanding way she had handled me left a lasting impression, marking the end of our intense interaction. A thought began to creep into my mind—maybe I should consider going to the police. What had just happened felt wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to protect myself somehow. <<set $margaretSubordination = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $margaret_relationship += 5>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Go away|entrance of the house]]

Margaret returns from the kitchen, a look of delight spreading across her face when she sees the computer working again. "Oh, you fixed it! Thank you so much!" she says, beaming as she hands me the $25. "I really appreciate your help. You’ve saved me a lot of trouble." Before I can respond, she offers, "How about a cup of tea before you go?" Her tone is warm and inviting, and despite my initial plan to leave, I decide to accept. "Sure, that sounds nice," I reply with a smile. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> She brings out a tray with a teapot and delicate cups, and we sit together in her cozy living room. The tea is soothing, and we chat about light things—her son, the weather, and the little everyday moments that seem to fill her world. The atmosphere is calm, and for a brief while, it feels like a simple, pleasant escape from everything outside. After finishing my tea, I thank her and make my way to the door. As I step outside, the air feels fresher, and I take a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the tea still lingering in me as I head down the street. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]] <<set $money += 25>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $margaret_relationship += 2>>

I quickly grab a ring from the jewelry box and shove it into my pocket, my heart racing. A moment later, I meet Margaret at the door, trying to keep my face calm. "Did you fix it?" she asks. "Yeah, it’s all sorted," I reply, forcing a smile. "Can I get my $25 now? I have to run." She hands me the money with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much!" I nod and leave the apartment as quickly as I can. Once I’m outside and a safe distance away, I pull the ring out of my pocket. It glints in the light, and I can't help but admire it, wondering how much it might be worth. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_ring.jpg"/> [[Go away|entrance of the house]] <<set $money += 25>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $inventory.push("Precious Ring")>><<set $ringStolen = true>>

After changing into the maid’s outfit—a revealing and somewhat provocative uniform—I start cleaning Margaret’s apartment. The tasks range from dusting the shelves filled with trinkets and family photos to vacuuming the plush carpets in the living room. Every corner of the apartment reflects Margaret's personality, a blend of elegance and strict order. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\maid.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I move through the rooms, I can’t help but feel slightly self-conscious in the skimpy outfit, especially under the watchful eyes of the hidden cameras I know are there. Despite the discomfort, I push through and focus on the work, making sure everything is spotless. Finally, after what feels like hours, I finish the cleaning. Margaret, still in her study, casually tosses a beige envelope onto the table. Inside, a few dollar bills are tucked away. <img src="img/locations/entrance/maid_salary.jpg"/> She doesn’t say much, only giving a brief nod of approval as I glance at the envelope. I take the money, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease, then quietly leave the apartment. <<if $margaret_relationship < 10>><<set $margaret_relationship += 2>><</if>><<if $margaret_relationship >= 10 and $margaretFun is false>> As I begin to leave, I suddenly hear Margaret calling me from her room. [[Enter Margaret's room|Margaret Fun]] <</if>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|4th Floor]] <<set $money += 20>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/viva_napoli_closed.jpg"/> As I approach Viva Napoli, I notice the lights are off, and the doors are locked. A small sign on the door reads, "Closed. Open tomorrow at 10 AM." The smell of pizza from earlier is long gone, replaced by the quiet stillness of the night. It's clear that no pizza will be served here until the morning. There's no point in lingering here now, so I should decide where to head next. <ul> <li>[[Leave the area|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/viva_napoli_day.jpg"/> I step into Viva Napoli, a bustling pizzeria with the sound of laughter and clinking dishes filling the air. The aroma of fresh dough and melting cheese is intoxicating, drawing in people from all over the neighborhood. The pizza ovens in the back roar with heat, and the chefs toss dough with impressive skill. The place feels alive, full of families and friends enjoying their meals, giving the pizzeria a lively, welcoming vibe. The tables are covered with red-and-white tablecloths, adding to the cozy, rustic charm of the place. Above the counter, several small flags hang, proudly representing the Italian roots of the pizzeria. On the wall near the entrance, I spot a flyer advertising job openings for kitchen and serving staff. It seems like they’re hiring. <ul> <li>[[Talk to the waiter|Talk To Waiter Pizzeria]]</li> <li>[[Use the restroom|Pizzeria Restroom]]</li> <<if $pizzeriaJob>> <li>[[Take a courier shift|Courier Shift]]</li> <li>[[Take a kitchen shift|Kitchen Shift]]</li> <li>[[Talk to the manager|Talk Manager Pizzeria]]</li> <<endif>><li>[[Leave the pizzeria|Outside]]</li> </ul><<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/talk_to_waiter.jpg"/> The waiter approaches with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Viva Napoli! What can I get for you today?" <<if !$pizzeriaJob>>I ask the waiter about the job openings I saw on the flyer. He nods, his expression brightening. "Yes, we're hiring for two positions. One is in the kitchen, helping with pizza preparation, and the other is for pizza delivery. Both come with flexible hours and free meals during your shift! If you're interested, you can talk to the manager for more details." <ul> <li>[[Ask to speak with the manager|Talk To Manager Pizzeria]]</li> <li>[[Order a pizza|OrderPizza]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pizzeria|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><ul> <li>[[Order a pizza|OrderPizza]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pizzeria|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/restroom.jpg"/> I step into the pizzeria restroom, which feels more like a small apartment bathroom than a public facility. It's a cozy space designed for one person, featuring a toilet, a sink, and a compact shower stall. The shower looks inviting, and I wonder if a quick rinse would refresh me before returning to the lively atmosphere of Viva Napoli. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Pizzeria Toilet]]</li> <li>[[Take a shower|Pizzeria Shower]]</li> <li>[[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/order_pizza.jpg"/> I decide to order a pizza from the waiter and take a seat at a cozy table. The atmosphere is lively, with the sound of laughter and the aroma of freshly baked pizzas surrounding me. After a few minutes of anticipation, the waiter returns with a steaming hot pizza, its cheese bubbling and the crust perfectly golden. I can't help but smile as I take my first bite, the flavors exploding in my mouth. The combination of fresh ingredients and the warm, crispy crust makes it a delightful experience. <<set $money = $money - 15>> Satisfied, I finish my meal, feeling content and ready to leave. <ul> <li>[[Leave the pizzeria|Outside]]</li> </ul>

I ask the waiter how to speak with the manager. He gestures toward a door at the end of the pizzeria, a friendly smile on his face as he says, "He should be in there, in his office." Approaching the door, I notice a small sign that reads "Mr. Rossi, Manager" in elegant lettering. With a deep breath, I knock lightly. From inside, a deep male voice calls out, "Come in." <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/manager_office.jpg"/> I step into a modest office, where the walls are adorned with photographs of happy customers enjoying their meals. A man in his thirties, dressed sharply in a jacket, crisp shirt, and tie, looks up from behind a cluttered desk. His expression shifts from surprise to curiosity as he sees me. "Can I help you?" he asks, leaning back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. I reply, "I saw a flyer about job openings in the pizzeria. I'm interested in the positions." He nods, his demeanor becoming more professional. "Yes, we currently have two vacancies: one in the kitchen assisting with pizza preparation, and the other for pizza delivery throughout the city. The good news is that you can work in both roles if you want. We're really short on staff right now!" I affirm, "The waiter just mentioned that to me." "Great! The kitchen position pays $15 per shift, while the delivery job offers $25 plus tips from customers. We provide an electric bike for the deliveries," he explains, his tone encouraging. He leans forward slightly, gauging my response. "Do you know how to ride an electric bike?" I smile nervously, "Yes, I do. I think I can handle it!" He chuckles softly, appreciating my enthusiasm. "Alright, but keep in mind that while delivery can earn you more with tips, it's also a customer-facing role. And you know what they say, the customer is always right. If you don’t perform well or if a customer complains, there’s a chance you might face a financial penalty." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Do these terms still sound good to you?" <ul><li>[[Agree to the terms|Agree Job Pizzeria]]</li> <li>[[Say I need more time to think|Pizzeria]]</li> </ul>

I sit down on the toilet, grateful for a moment of privacy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The small space feels comfortable enough, and I quickly take care of my business. The restroom is surprisingly clean, which adds to my sense of ease. After finishing, I stand up, flush the toilet, and wash my hands thoroughly at the sink. Feeling refreshed, I take a moment to collect myself before heading back. <ul> <li>[[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]</li> </ul>

I decide to take a quick shower in the pizzeria. I swiftly undress, placing my clothes on the small bench near the entrance of the shower stall. Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water wash over me, momentarily forgetting the oddity of having a shower in a pizzeria. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\shower\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I lather up, I wonder why there’s a shower here in the first place, but the soothing warmth of the water washes away any negative thoughts. After rinsing off, I dry myself, get dressed, and feel refreshed as I step back out into the vibrant atmosphere of Viva Napoli. <ul> <li>[[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/manager_office.jpg"/> I nod, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "I agree to the terms. I'm ready to start!" The manager smiles warmly, clearly pleased with my decision. "Fantastic! Let me prepare the contract for you." He retrieves a neatly organized folder from his desk and pulls out a document, sliding it across to me. I take a moment to read through the contract, ensuring everything is as discussed. Satisfied, I sign my name at the bottom, the pen gliding smoothly across the paper. "Welcome aboard! Here’s your courier uniform," he says, handing me a crisp, red shirt with the pizzeria's logo emblazoned on it. "If you decide to work in the kitchen as well, you can grab a uniform from the staff locker room." I look up at him, feeling a mix of excitement and gratitude. "Thank you so much for this opportunity!" He nods, a satisfied grin on his face. "Happy to have you on the team! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." With a renewed sense of purpose, I leave the office, ready to embrace my new role at Viva Napoli. <<set $pizzeriaJob = true>> [[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/courier_shift.jpg"/> <<if $pizzadeliveryShifts >= 3 and !$BBCdelivery>>I decide to take another courier shift for today. The routine has become familiar now. I head to the staff locker room, slipping into the usual bright red uniform—fitted T-shirt and matching cap with the pizzeria's logo. The excitement has faded into a sense of efficiency as I prepare for another day of deliveries. Once dressed, I make my way to the kitchen, where the orders are stacked up, ready for delivery. Grabbing a few boxes of pizza, I step outside to where the electric bicycle is parked, knowing the streets better with each shift. It’s time to make more deliveries. [[Start deliveries|Delivery Pizza Work 2]] <<else>>I decide to take the courier shift for today. Heading to the staff locker room, I change into the bright red uniform—a fitted T-shirt and a matching cap with the pizzeria's logo. I can feel the slight buzz of excitement as I prepare for the shift ahead. Once ready, I head over to the kitchen, where the orders are already prepared and waiting for delivery. With a few boxes of steaming hot pizzas in hand, I step outside, where the electric bicycle is parked. The city awaits, and it’s time to start my deliveries. [[Start deliveries|Delivery Pizza Work]] <<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/kitchen.jpg"/> I change into the black uniform of the pizzeria in the staff locker room, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. After adjusting my shirt, I head to the kitchen, where the hustle and bustle of culinary activity surrounds me. As a newcomer, I'm given simple tasks: chopping vegetables, washing dishes, and assembling pizza ingredients. I find myself moving quickly to keep up with the rhythm of the kitchen, listening to the chefs' instructions and trying to absorb everything. The heat from the ovens warms my face, and the sounds of sizzling ingredients fill the air, creating an energetic atmosphere. After a couple of hours of hard work, my shift comes to an end. I wipe the sweat from my brow, feeling accomplished. I receive my payment of $15 for the shift, a small but satisfying reward for my efforts. Stepping outside, I take a deep breath of fresh air, ready for whatever comes next. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 15>><<if $cooking < 50>><<set $cooking += 1>><</if>> [[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/manager_office.jpg"/> I gently knock on the manager's door, and a voice from inside calls out, "Come in." I open the door to find a simple yet tidy office. The manager looks up from his desk, a hint of curiosity on his face. "What can I do for you?" he asks, his tone friendly but professional. Feeling a bit awkward, I quickly reply, "No, nothing really. I’m sorry to bother you." I offer a polite smile, backtrack out of the office, and quietly close the door behind me. <ul> <li>[[Return to the pizzeria|Pizzeria]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/delivery.jpg"/> I hopped onto my electric bike and rode out into the city, pizzas loaded up in the back. The streets passed by in a blur as I focused on making my deliveries as quickly as possible. After dropping off pizzas at three different addresses, I finally made my way back to Viva Napoli. The cool breeze from the ride still lingered as I parked the bike and stepped inside. The manager handed me $25 for the shift, and I also received a little extra from the customers' tips, which brightened my mood. Feeling satisfied with the day's work, I decided it was time to leave the pizzeria. <<set $pizzadeliveryShifts += 1>><<set $money += 25>><<set $tip = (random(10, 30))>><<set $money += $tip>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Leave the pizzeria|Outside]]

<img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/delivery3.jpg"/> I’m already used to the routine of being a delivery courier, and I quickly delivered the first orders to their respective addresses without any trouble. For my efforts, I even received a small amount of tips from the first few customers. With only one address left, I mounted my electric bike and set off toward the final destination. <<set $tip = (random(10, 20))>><<set $money += $tip>> [[Deliver the last order|Pizzeria Black Delivery]]

As I made my way to the last delivery, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The neighborhood wasn't the best, and the dark clouds overhead did little to brighten the mood. My heart raced as I pedaled faster, hoping to finish the delivery and leave the area as soon as possible. Just as I was nearing the destination, a torrential downpour began, soaking everything around me. I hastily hopped off the electric bike and rushed toward the address. But in my hurry, my foot slipped on the slick pavement, and before I could react, the pizza box flew from my hands and hit the wet ground. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/pizza_fell.jpg"/> "Shit," I muttered under my breath, quickly grabbing the soggy box from the asphalt. The rain was relentless, pounding against me as I hurried up to the front door. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t notice how badly the pizza had been mangled. I pressed the doorbell, clutching the box tightly in my hands. After a moment, the door swung open, revealing two tall, broad-shouldered Black men standing in the entrance. Their eyes immediately locked onto the pizza in my hands. "Delivery. That'll be $15." I forced a smile, hoping to make the exchange quick. One of the men looked me up and down before smirking. "Why don't you come inside for a moment? I wanna check the quality of this pizza." Damn it, I thought. Reluctantly, I nodded and stepped inside the dimly lit apartment. The men led me into the living room, where a white leather couch sat in the center. They gestured for me to sit between them, and though I wanted nothing more than to leave, I complied. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Come on, baby. I'm starving. Show me this 'hot' pizza," one of them chuckled, flashing a grin as he leaned back on the couch. With a sigh, I opened the box. The pizza was a disaster—crushed from the fall, its toppings sliding off in a messy heap. I cringed at the sight, hoping they wouldn’t make a scene. "What the hell is this, girl?" the other man spat, his voice full of irritation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I swallowed, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I-I’m sorry, it started raining, and I slipped..." He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "I don't care about your excuses. This is bullshit." Desperate to salvage the situation, I quickly offered, "Look, I'll pay for this pizza. I just don’t want any trouble." "I don’t need your money, girl. I’m hungry. I want my damn food. And by the time I order another one, it'll be forever. Who knows? They might send another dumb white bitch like you who’ll drop it again." My heart sank. I could see where this was going, and it wasn’t looking good. "What do you want then?" I asked, voice trembling slightly. The first man sneered, leaning closer. "You’re useless. Hell, I should call your boss right now, report your ass. Bet they’ll fire you or slap you with a fat-ass fine." I looked between the two of them, panic creeping in. "Please... don’t do that. I barely make any money as it is," I pleaded, feeling my grip tighten on the ruined pizza box. Suddenly, one of the men pulled out his phone and pointed the camera directly at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively took a step back. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky, a nervous edge creeping in. "This is gonna be proof of what a shitty worker you are," he replied with a smirk, not taking his eyes off the screen as he filmed me. Before I could respond, the second man leaned forward, his voice cold and commanding. "Alright, here's how it's gonna go down. You're gonna get on your knees and apologize to us. Maybe then I'll think about not reporting your sorry white ass to your boss." I froze, feeling a lump form in my throat. This wasn’t just about the pizza anymore; it was about control, and the room seemed to close in on me as their gazes locked onto me. [[Get on your knees and apologize|BD Apologize]] [[Say 'No way' and refuse|BD Refuse to Kneel]]

Deciding that apologizing was the best option, I reluctantly said, "Okay." As I rose from the couch, both men followed suit, looming over me like predators. One of them smirked, "That’s right, get down on your knees." I hesitated for a moment but ultimately dropped to my knees, feeling the cool floor beneath me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The other man kept the camera trained on me, capturing every moment. "Make sure you get this on film," he urged, a malicious grin spreading across his face. I glanced up, pleading, "Can you please turn that off?" He merely chuckled, shaking his head. "No way. Start apologizing." I took a deep breath, beginning to express my remorse, "I’m really sorry for the mistake..." But before I could finish, the second man interrupted me with a harsh tone. "No, no! You need to do it right. Say that you’re a stupid white bitch who can’t do anything." He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "My dumb white mother didn’t teach me anything. Now, repeat it." [[Repeat|BD Apologize 2]] [[Refuse|BD Refuse Apologize]]

I stood my ground, my voice sharp as I snapped, "No way." Without waiting for a response, I pushed myself up from the couch, feeling the tension rise in the room. One of the men shot me a look of disdain. "Get the fuck out of my house, now." His voice was low, filled with irritation. I didn't need to be told twice. Without a second glance, I stormed toward the door, slamming it shut behind me with a loud bang. The sound echoed through the dimly lit hallway as I quickly made my way back to the electric bike, eager to leave this place behind. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/delivery3.jpg"/> The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time I got on the bike and sped off through the streets. My mind raced, heart pounding with the lingering frustration of what had just happened. I couldn’t believe the nerve of those guys. When I arrived back at the pizzeria, I headed straight to the staff locker room. I quickly changed out of my red uniform, slipping into my casual clothes. I felt more like myself again as I stuffed the uniform into my bag. Once ready, I made my way to the manager’s office, determined to clear things up. [[Knock on the manager’s door|BD Talk to the manager]]

When I knocked on the manager's door, his voice came from the other side: “Come in.” I opened the door and stepped into his office, where he sat at his desk with a serious expression on his face. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/manager_office.jpg"/> “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. The manager started, “I received a complaint about you.” I tried to explain what happened, saying, “I did my best to accommodate the customer, but they were unreasonable.” However, he interrupted me, saying, “The customer is always right, and we must always find a way to please the customer.” His words hung in the air, and I felt irritation wash over me. “Unfortunately, I have to fine you $125,” he continued, and my heart raced. I replied, “But that's the amount for five shifts as a courier!” He shook his head and said, “I hope this serves as a lesson for you.” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. “I can't believe this is happening. I thought I was doing a good job,” I protested. He then added with a slight smirk, “I’m sure you receive tips on top of your standard rate.” His words triggered a wave of disappointment within me. Feeling defeated, I reluctantly pulled the money from my wallet and handed it to the manager. “I guess this is just part of the job, huh?” I said, forcing a weak smile. Then, feeling humiliated, I quietly left his office. <<set $money -= 125>><<set $BBCdelivery = true>> <<link "Leave the pizzeria" "Outside">> <</link>>

I hesitated, my heart racing at the thought of uttering those degrading words, but the pressure in the room felt suffocating. Reluctantly, I repeated the man’s taunt, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m a stupid white bitch who doesn’t know anything.” The moment the words left my lips, a rush of shame washed over me. Each syllable felt like a weight added to my conscience. The man smirked, reveling in my discomfort. “Louder! You need to own it if you’re gonna say it,” he taunted, leaning closer, a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes. I swallowed hard, trying to muster the strength to resist, but the atmosphere was thick with condescension. “Come on, say it like you mean it,” he prodded, his tone dripping with mockery. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Feeling trapped, I forced myself to repeat the phrase, this time a bit louder, “I’m a stupid white bitch who doesn’t know anything!” The humiliation burned in my cheeks, but I could sense his satisfaction growing. He leaned back, a smug smile plastered on his face. “Now, let’s talk about your mother. Tell us she’s a stupid white whore who doesn’t know how to raise her kids,” he sneered. Against my better judgment, I found myself echoing his words, “My mother is a stupid white whore who can’t raise her kids properly.” The shame cut deeper this time, and I felt my self-esteem slipping further away. Not stopping there, he continued with a barrage of belittling comments, each one more demeaning than the last. “Repeat after me: ‘I’m just a dumb delivery girl, destined to fail!’” With a sinking feeling, I repeated, “I’m just a dumb delivery girl, destined to fail!” He laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the room, and added, “Your mother should have taught you that white girls like you are just a burden on society. You’ve done nothing to prove otherwise.” The man’s smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with disdain. “Now, say it: ‘My place is on my knees in front of black men.’” With a sense of dread settling in my stomach, I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I repeated the humiliating phrase, “My place is on my knees in front of black men.” The words felt foreign and bitter on my tongue, but the expectation in the room left me with little choice. The second man burst into laughter, his amusement echoing in the dimly lit space. “Wow, that’s gonna make a hilarious video! You’re a real joke, you know that?” He held up his phone, clearly enjoying every second of my degradation. The first man leaned in closer, a smirk spreading across his face. “You said you don’t make much at that pizzeria. So how about this—suck us off, and we’ll toss in some generous tips for you? I’m sure your mother wouldn’t mind either; she’s probably such a whore that she’d do it for free. Hell, she might even pay us just to have the pleasure of it.” His proposition hung in the air, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. <<set $corruption += 1>> [[Agree to suck them off|BD Agree to Suck]] [[Refuse to do it|BD Refuse to Submit]]

I stood my ground, my voice sharp as I snapped, "No way." Without waiting for a response, I pushed myself up from my knees, feeling the tension rise in the room. One of the men shot me a look of disdain. "Get the fuck out of my house, now." His voice was low, filled with irritation. As I turned to leave, I could hear the second man’s voice calling out after me, "I’m going to report you to your boss!" His words echoed in my ears, but I refused to let them intimidate me. Without a second glance, I stormed toward the door, slamming it shut behind me with a loud bang. The sound reverberated through the dimly lit hallway as I quickly made my way back to the electric bike, eager to leave this place behind. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/delivery3.jpg"/> The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time I got on the bike and sped off through the streets. My mind raced, heart pounding with the lingering frustration of what had just happened. I couldn’t believe the nerve of those guys. When I finally arrived back at the pizzeria, I parked the bike and headed straight to the manager’s office, determined to clear things up. [[Knock on the manager’s door|BD Talk to the manager]]

I knelt before them, my heart racing as I prepared to follow his command. "Put your hands on my pants, right here," he instructed, gesturing toward his groin. "And I want you to say, 'I'm just a worthless little slut for you.'" I hesitated for a moment, but the weight of his gaze urged me on. With a deep breath, I placed my hands where he wanted and uttered the words, my voice trembling, "I'm just a worthless little slut for you." The smirk on his face deepened, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I submitted to his request. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The men unzipped their pants, pulling out their large, dark shafts. I could feel the heat rising in the room, my pulse quickening as I glanced up at them. One of the men grinned, his gaze fixed on me. “Get to work,” he said, his voice low and commanding. Swallowing hard, I reached out with both hands, feeling the warmth of their skin against my fingers as I wrapped them around the thick shafts. My heart raced as I leaned in, my lips parting slightly before I took one of them into my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, the weight of him pressing against my tongue as I began to suck, feeling the smoothness of his skin glide between my lips. The other man watched closely, a satisfied smirk playing on his face. I could hear his breathing quicken as I worked, my hands tightening their grip on both shafts as I moved with slow, deliberate motions. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> One of the men stepped back, beginning to undress, and I shifted my attention entirely to his friend. His eyes darkened with hunger as he watched me, his grip tightening on my head. Without warning, his hands grasped the sides of my face, firm but not painful, and he guided me closer. “You’re gonna take it all,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. I felt the pressure increase as he pushed his length deeper into my mouth, filling my throat. I gagged slightly, but he held me steady, his hips moving in slow, rhythmic thrusts. My heart pounded in my chest, and my hands instinctively gripped his thighs for balance. His grip on my head was unrelenting, guiding me exactly where he wanted. Each thrust was more intense than the last, his pace quickening as he moaned low in his throat. I could feel his pulse against my lips, each motion sending waves of heat through my body. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The second man finished undressing, his muscular frame now fully exposed. His gaze swept over me, a smirk forming on his lips. He exchanged a glance with his friend before nodding toward me. “Take off your shirt,” one of them ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I paused, heart racing, and then slowly reached for the hem of my shirt. With a quick motion, I pulled it over my head, feeling the cool air against my bare skin as my small breasts were revealed. Their eyes roamed over me, clearly satisfied with what they saw. I bit my lip, swallowing the nervousness building inside me as I dropped the shirt to the floor. But instead of moving forward, the two of them exchanged glances, and a low chuckle escaped one of their throats. “That’s it? Those little things?” one of them laughed, pointing at my chest. “I’ve seen bigger on a twelve-year-old,” the other added with a sneer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Without a word, I leaned back in and took them both in my hands, resuming where I had left off. Their breathing deepened as I alternated between them, my lips gliding along their lengths, tasting their skin as they moaned in approval. Each of them watched me intently, their eyes filled with lust as I worked, feeling the heat and weight of their bodies close to mine. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Their breathing became ragged, their movements more urgent as I continued to work them with my mouth and hands. I could feel them getting closer, their muscles tensing as their low groans filled the room. One of the men gripped my head tightly, pulling away just before the moment of release. “Open that little mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough with need, “and stick out your tongue.” I did as I was told, parting my lips and letting my tongue slip out, waiting for what was coming. The first man groaned deeply, his body shuddering as he came, thick streams of cum landing across my face. The warmth of it spread over my cheeks, dripping down to my chin and neck. Some of it landed on my extended tongue, the salty taste filling my mouth as I held still, waiting for the second man. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\pizzeria\black_delivery\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The other man followed quickly, his release just as intense, his cum mixing with the first, coating my face completely. It pooled around my lips, sliding down my skin in slow, sticky trails. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the weight of their satisfaction as it dripped down, some of it falling onto my chest. They stood there for a moment, panting, watching as their cum slowly slid down my face, dripping onto my tongue. After they finished with me, one of the men leaned down, still catching his breath, his smirk wide and satisfied. “Now, tell me what you love most in this world,” he commanded, his tone dripping with arrogance. I hesitated for a moment, but with their expectant gazes on me, I whispered, “I love black cocks more than anything.” His grin widened, clearly enjoying the power he held in the moment. “Good girl,” he chuckled, reaching into his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a crumpled $100 bill and casually tossed it onto the floor at my feet. I bent down, picking up the bill, and without a word, I slipped it into my purse. My hands were shaking slightly, but I managed to wipe the cum from my face with the back of my hand. As the stickiness faded, I grabbed my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head, feeling the fabric cling to my skin. Without looking back, I headed for the door, my heart racing as I left their house behind me. Outside, my electric bike was waiting for me. I hopped on, turning on the navigation, and set off for the pizzeria. When I arrived back at the pizzeria, I headed straight to the staff locker room. The air inside was cool, and the faint scent of pizza dough lingered. I quickly changed out of my red uniform, slipping into my casual clothes. I felt more like myself again as I stuffed the uniform into my bag. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/manager_office.jpg"/> Once ready, I made my way to the manager’s office. When I walked in, he was sitting at his desk, a cup of coffee in hand.. “You’re right on time, as always!” he remarked, looking up. I smiled in response. “Here’s your 25 dollars for the shift,” he said, handing me the money. I took it, feeling a flutter of excitement for the next task. After that, I left the pizzeria, ready for new adventures. <<set $BBCdelivery = true>><<set $pizzadeliveryShifts += 1>><<set $money += 125>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I shook my head defiantly, refusing to be further humiliated. With determination, I pushed myself off the floor and stood tall, ready to leave this degrading situation behind. I turned on my heel and made my way toward the exit, my heart pounding in my chest. As I walked out, I could hear one of the men call after me, his voice dripping with disdain. “Are you really going to walk away like that? You think we’ll let you off easy?” The second man, still recording, laughed. “Nah, we won’t report her. This video is way too funny to share!” The sound of their mockery followed me as I stepped out into the cool air, eager to distance myself from their taunts. <img src="img/locations/outside/pizzeria/delivery3.jpg"/> I hopped onto my electric bike, my heart still racing from the encounter, and sped off toward the pizzeria. Once there, I headed straight to the manager's office. He greeted me with a nod, handing over $25 for my shift. “Good work today,” he said, a hint of approval in his tone. Relieved that he didn’t mention anything about the men, I realized they hadn’t complained after all. With a sigh of relief, I left the pizzeria, ready to put the day behind me. <<set $BBCdelivery = true>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

The taxi ride was smooth, but before we reached Jill's place, she leaned forward to the driver. "Can you stop by the convenience store real quick?" she asked. Turning to me, she gave a quick smile. "I'll be right back," she said before hopping out of the car. A few minutes later, she returned with a bottle of wine in hand, and we continued on our way. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_home.jpg"/> When we arrived at her apartment, we headed straight to the living room. I sank into the soft cushions of her couch while Jill rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for glasses. A moment later, she joined me, handing me a glass of wine as she settled next to me. The faint hum of the TV filled the background as we sipped our drinks and chatted about the movie, our jobs, and random small talk. As the wine bottle emptied, I began to feel the warm buzz of the alcohol settling in. The conversation slowly faded, leaving a brief, awkward silence between us. I glanced over at Jill, and before I could say anything, she gently placed her hand on my shoulder, leaning in closer. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her lips touched mine softly, and I froze for a second, surprised by the sudden kiss. My heart raced as her kiss deepened, the warmth of her body pressing against mine. [[Continue kissing her|Continue with Jill]] [[Stop this and go home|Go Home]]

I gently placed my hand on Jill’s arm, stopping her mid-kiss. "I’m sorry, Jill... I’m just not in the mood tonight." My voice was soft, but firm. Her expression shifted, a flicker of hurt crossing her face as she pulled away. "As you wish," she replied, her tone a little colder than before. We sat there in awkward silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us heavy. The comfortable warmth from earlier had vanished, replaced by an uneasy stillness. <img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/jill_home.jpg"/> Finally, I stood up, breaking the silence. "I think I should probably head home," I said, trying to avoid eye contact. Jill nodded, still looking a bit distant. "Yeah... you're probably right." She didn’t say anything else, her gaze now focused on the TV, though I could tell she wasn’t really watching it. I made my way to the hallway, slipping my shoes back on and grabbing my bag. "Goodnight, Jill," I said, giving her a small wave as I opened the door. "Night." Her voice was barely above a whisper. With that, I stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against my face as I left her apartment behind. <<link "Go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

I didn’t pull away; in fact, I leaned into the kiss, feeling the intensity of Jill's lips against mine. I wasn’t opposed to her boldness—instead, I welcomed it as the heat between us built. Our kisses deepened, growing more passionate with each passing second. Jill shifted, climbing onto the couch and positioning herself closer to me. Her knee pressed between my thighs, and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt the pressure. I instinctively started to move, grinding my wetness against her knee, my breath quickening with each motion. The feeling of her firm leg against me sent waves of pleasure through my body as our lips stayed locked in a fervent kiss. Jill’s hand slid up my back, pulling me closer, her touch igniting sparks of excitement inside me. The room felt smaller, the only sound our heavy breathing and the soft hum of the television forgotten in the background. My hips moved rhythmically against her, desperate for more friction, while Jill’s kisses became hungrier, more demanding. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I unbuttoned Jill's shirt slowly, feeling a thrill of excitement as she quickly slipped it off. I gave her a gentle push, and she lay back against the couch, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Climbing on top of her, I captured her lips in a passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of her body beneath mine. As we broke the kiss, I lifted her t-shirt, revealing her bare chest. My fingers explored her soft curves, sending shivers of pleasure through both of us. I leaned down, my breath hot against her skin, and eagerly took one of her nipples into my mouth. "You feel amazing," I murmured between kisses, my heart racing with desire. Jill arched her back, encouraging me as she let out a soft gasp. "Don’t stop," she urged, her voice a mix of pleasure and longing. I couldn't help but comply, my lips and hands exploring every inch of her, deepening the connection between us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> We switched positions, and now I lay back on the couch, spreading my legs slightly. Jill wasted no time; she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts, the sight making my heart race. With a playful grin, she swiftly tugged at my panties, sliding them down with a deft movement, followed by my top, exposing my small breasts to her hungry gaze. As our eyes met, the air between us crackled with desire. We leaned into each other, our lips meeting in a heated kiss. I could feel her warmth enveloping me, and I melted into her touch. Jill’s fingers danced down my body, and I gasped as she slid two fingers into my wetness, moving them with a teasing rhythm. "Oh, Jill..." I breathed, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. With a mischievous smile, Jill looked into my eyes. "Just relax and enjoy," she whispered, her fingers working their magic as she began to pump them in and out, igniting a fire deep within me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill lay back on the bed, her eyes locking with mine as she gave a soft command, "Lick my pussy." Without hesitation, I reached down, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans, slowly pulling them down her legs, along with her socks. She spread her legs wide, revealing herself to me, and I moved between them, getting down on all fours.I started at her feet, gently kissing her soft skin, feeling the warmth of her body beneath my lips. Slowly, I moved up her legs, placing tender kisses along her calves, savoring every inch of her. Jill's breathing grew deeper as I kissed my way up to her thighs, lingering just a little longer, teasing her with the anticipation of what was to come. As I approached her inner thighs, I could feel her body tense with desire. Finally, I reached her wet, waiting pussy, planting soft kisses around it before diving in, my lips and tongue exploring her most intimate spot. I began to lick, my tongue sliding against her, exploring her folds. Jill moaned softly, her hand slipping into my hair, guiding my movements, making sure I stayed exactly where she wanted me. "Just like that... don’t stop," she whispered, her hips moving in sync with my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill gave me a playful smirk and said, "Turn around and get on all fours for me." Without hesitation, I obeyed, shifting into position with my back arched and my legs spread. I could feel her eyes on me as she moved closer, her breath hot against my skin. "That's a good girl," Jill murmured approvingly as she knelt behind me. I shivered with anticipation as her hands caressed my hips, her fingers trailing down to my ass. Then, without warning, I felt her tongue press against me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Jill's tongue explored me with slow, deliberate movements, penetrating deeply, making me gasp and arch even more. Her grip on my hips tightened as she worked her tongue inside me, each motion making me moan louder. The sensation was overwhelming, and all I could do was submit to the pleasure she was giving me, completely lost in the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill gently pulled me off the couch, guiding me until I was kneeling on the floor in front of it. With a seductive smile, she grabbed my chin and tilted my head upward, making me look up at her. "You're going to make me feel real good now, babe," she purred, positioning herself over my face. In one smooth motion, Jill lowered herself onto me, her thighs framing my head as she sat on my face. I felt the warmth of her against my lips, and I immediately began to lap at her wetness, my tongue moving eagerly to please her. "Mmm, just like that," Jill moaned, her fingers threading through my hair as she gently tugged my head closer, encouraging me to go deeper. Her taste filled my mouth, and I couldn't help but moan softly as I worked, my tongue moving in rhythm with her movements. Jill rocked her hips slowly, grinding against my face, guiding me exactly how she wanted. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I kept working my tongue on Jill, feeling her body tense and her breathing grow more erratic. With each flick of my tongue, her moans became louder until finally, she gasped, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. Her grip on my hair tightened briefly before she let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Mmm, that was incredible," Jill whispered breathlessly, slowly lifting herself off me. She stood up, her legs still trembling slightly, and looked down at me with a satisfied smile. "I'll be right back," she said, winking before disappearing into the next room. I wiped my mouth and climbed back onto the couch, feeling a bit dazed and flushed from what had just happened. As I laid back, I couldn’t help but replay the moment in my mind, wondering what Jill would do next. I settled into the cushions, waiting for her return, my heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. [[Wait for her|Jill Home Fun]]

A few minutes later, Jill walked back into the room, and my eyes immediately widened at the sight. Between her legs hung a large, flesh-colored strap-on, swinging slightly as she moved. She had a mischievous grin on her face as she approached me. "You know, after our last night together, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to fuck you," she said, her voice low and teasing. She stopped in front of me, the strap-on inches from my face. "Why don’t you start by sucking it for me, babe?" Without hesitation, I nodded and shifted onto all fours on the couch, positioning myself in front of her. I wrapped my lips around the tip of the strap-on and slowly began to suck, my tongue swirling around the smooth surface. Jill's hand found the back of my head as she gently guided me, pushing the length deeper into my mouth. "That’s it, just like that," she purred, her voice thick with desire as I continued, bobbing my head up and down. Even though it wasn’t real, the act felt so intimate and powerful. My heart raced as I gave her exactly what she wanted, feeling my own arousal building with every movement. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After she finished fucking my mouth, Jill pulled back and looked down at me with a smug grin. "Get up," she commanded, her voice firm yet filled with lust. I obediently stood from the couch, my heart pounding in anticipation. Without a word, Jill spun me around and pushed me forward. My hands found the arm of the couch for support as I bent over, my body fully exposed to her. I lifted one of my bare feet, resting it on the cushion for balance. "Good girl," she murmured, positioning herself behind me. I felt the tip of the strap-on press against my entrance, and before I could brace myself, Jill thrust inside me from behind, filling me with a sudden, rough motion. A gasp escaped my lips as she started pounding into me, her hips slapping hard against my ass with each forceful thrust. "You like that, don’t you?" she teased, her voice thick with satisfaction as she grabbed my hips, pulling me back onto her with every movement. The intensity of it made my body tremble, my fingers gripping the edge of the couch tightly as Jill took me hard and fast, her control over me complete. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill spun me around with a firm grip and laid me down on the armrest of the couch. My back pressed against the soft fabric as I stretched out, spreading my legs wide, offering her complete access. The look in her eyes was dark with desire, and I knew what was coming. "Perfect," she whispered as she stepped closer, positioning herself between my legs. Without hesitation, she guided the strap-on into my wet slit, filling me deeply. A moan escaped my lips, my body arching slightly as she entered me. Jill leaned down, her face inches from mine, her breath hot against my skin. Our eyes met for a brief moment before she captured my mouth in a hungry kiss. Her tongue explored mine, and I melted into the kiss, my body responding to both the intimacy and the raw pleasure of her thrusts. Each movement was deliberate, deep, and controlled, as she fucked me hard and slow. The friction from the strap-on sent shivers through me, and I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her even closer. Her lips never left mine, her kiss a constant, as her hips rocked against me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill, clearly a bit worn out, unstrapped the harness and slid off her panties before collapsing onto the couch. Spreading her legs wide, she glanced at me with a playful smile. "Come here and give me a good licking," she ordered, her voice soft but commanding. I obediently lowered myself onto my stomach in front of her, positioning myself between her thighs. My legs lifted slightly off the ground as I got comfortable, eager to please her. I leaned in, pressing my lips against her slick cunt, my tongue tracing her folds with long, deliberate strokes. Jill let out a deep moan, her hand gently guiding my head, pushing me exactly where she wanted. I flicked my tongue faster, swirling and teasing her clit, tasting her as her body reacted to every movement. Her breathing grew heavy, hips bucking against my mouth, and soon enough, Jill’s grip on my hair tightened as she reached her climax. Her whole body shuddered under me as she let out a soft cry of pleasure, and I didn’t stop until I felt her release completely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Jill, still catching her breath, gently took my hand and led me toward a large mirror in the corner of the room. I glanced at her, a little curious, and asked, "What are you up to?" Without a word, Jill reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. With a mischievous grin, she positioned us in front of the mirror, snapping a quick photo of the two of us—completely naked, our flushed faces, the disheveled hair, and the lingering glow of everything we’d just done. "Just something to remember this by," she said, winking at me. Before I could even respond, she leaned in and kissed me passionately, her lips crashing against mine with a fierce intensity. My heart raced all over again as I melted into her kiss, completely lost in the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\store\jill_home\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Afterward, we headed to the shower and washed up thoroughly, letting the warm water rinse away the tension. Once we were done, I turned to Jill, drying myself off as I spoke. "I’m really exhausted, I think I’ll head home," I said, feeling the weight of the day catching up to me. "No problem, babe, you’ve had quite the night," Jill replied with a smile, not minding at all. I got dressed, feeling the soft fabric against my skin, and as I was about to leave, Jill leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "See you soon," she whispered. With a final glance back, I smiled, waved goodbye, and headed home, feeling both tired and content. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $jill_relationship = 50>><<set $jillStrapfun = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> <<link "Go home" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to order a Raf coffee. After placing my order, the barista skillfully prepares the drink, combining rich espresso with steamed milk and a touch of vanilla syrup. The fragrant aroma fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. My Raf coffee is served in a beautiful glass, topped with a delicate layer of foam and a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I find a cozy corner in the café and take a sip. The creamy texture and the perfect balance of sweetness and coffee flavor envelop my senses, creating a delightful experience. [[Finish my drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to order a Mango Smoothie. After placing my order, the barista gathers fresh, ripe mangoes and blends them with creamy yogurt and a splash of orange juice. The vibrant yellow color of the smoothie is enticing, and the tropical aroma fills the air. My Mango Smoothie is served in a tall glass, garnished with a slice of mango on the rim. I find a sunny spot by the window and take a sip. The smooth, refreshing texture and the sweet, tangy flavor transport me to a tropical paradise, making it the perfect treat for a warm day. [[Finish my drink and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to order a slice of Banana Bread. After placing my order, the barista cuts a generous piece from a freshly baked loaf that is still warm. The rich aroma of ripe bananas and hints of cinnamon fill the air, making my mouth water with anticipation. My Banana Bread is served on a small plate, adorned with a pat of creamy butter melting on top. I settle into a cozy corner of the café and take a bite. The moist, tender texture combined with the sweet, buttery flavor makes for a comforting and delightful snack. [[Finish my snack and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 3>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to indulge in a Tiramisu. After placing my order, the barista carefully serves a beautiful portion, layered with delicate mascarpone cream and coffee-soaked ladyfingers. The rich, aromatic scent of espresso mingles with the sweetness of cocoa powder, making my mouth water. My Tiramisu is presented in an elegant dish, dusted with a light sprinkle of cocoa. I take a seat at a cozy table and savor my first bite. The velvety texture and harmonious blend of flavors create an exquisite treat that melts in my mouth, leaving me in pure bliss. [[Finish my dessert and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 7>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/> I decide to treat myself to an Éclair. After placing my order, the barista retrieves a freshly made éclair filled with rich pastry cream and topped with a glossy chocolate glaze. The sight of it is utterly irresistible. My Éclair is served on a delicate plate, its smooth surface gleaming under the café's warm lights. I find a comfortable seat and take a bite. The crisp outer shell gives way to the creamy filling, and the sweet chocolate coating adds a delightful touch. Each bite is a perfect blend of textures and flavors that leaves me craving more. [[Finish my treat and leave the café|Local Café]] <<set $money -= 4>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>>

With a playful grin, I shift my position on the bed, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. My hands slide down my body, exploring the curves of my hips before moving to my soft, supple cheeks. I take a moment to appreciate the sensation, the warmth of my skin beneath my fingers. As I continue, I tease my fingers along the edges, lightly squeezing and massaging. The pleasure builds slowly, and I can't help but let out a soft moan, feeling utterly indulgent. The world outside fades away, and all that matters is this intimate moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\butt\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With every gentle caress, I lose myself in the sensations, my breath quickening as I explore further. The room is filled with the sounds of my quiet gasps, echoing the thrill of my touch. It feels liberating, an expression of desire that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. <<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> As I play, I wonder just how far I want to take this moment, my mind swirling with possibilities. <ul> <li>[[Continue playing|ContinueButtFap]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal")>> <li>[[Play with your butt using a cucumber|CucumberFap]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Stop and relax|Bedroom]]</li> </ul>

As the pleasure intensifies, I lose myself completely in the moment, my fingers exploring every contour and curve with newfound enthusiasm. The sensations are electrifying, and I revel in the warmth radiating from my body. With each stroke, I let my imagination run wild, envisioning all the ways I can heighten this experience. I shift my position slightly, arching my back to enhance the delightful pressure against my skin. My breath comes in soft gasps, the room filled with the sound of my excitement. Feeling bold, I slowly begin to insert my fingers, one by one, into my tight warmth, relishing the fullness as I ease in three fingers. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me gasp as I adjust to the sensation. The world outside fades completely, leaving only the sweet release of indulgence. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\butt\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> In this intimate sanctuary, time feels suspended, and all that exists is the rhythm of my body responding to my touch. I find myself teasing and experimenting, discovering what feels best, my heart racing with each new sensation. Suddenly, a new wave of pleasure washes over me, and I let out a soft moan, my body arching in response. As the overwhelming waves of ecstasy crash over me, I feel an intense release that leaves me breathless. I lie there for a moment, savoring the lingering sensations and allowing myself to calm down, my body finally at peace. <<set $arousal = 0>> Once the intensity subsides, curiosity stirs within me again. With a playful grin, I slowly insert two fingers from each hand, carefully easing them into my tight warmth. I can feel the delightful stretch as I push deeper, relishing the fullness. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\butt\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Gently, I begin to spread my fingers wider, testing my body's limits and checking its capacity. The sensation of being so open is both thrilling and satisfying, and I can't help but let out soft gasps as I explore this new level of pleasure. I find a rhythm that feels right, my body responding eagerly to the added fullness. <ul> <li>[[Take a break|Bedroom]]</li> </ul>

With a mischievous smile, I reach for the cucumber, its cool surface sending a delightful thrill through me as I hold it in my hand. The thought of using it ignites a spark of excitement, and I can’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. I slowly position myself, spreading my legs just enough to create a perfect angle. The cucumber glistens under the soft light, and I take a moment to admire its shape and length. I bring it closer, teasingly brushing it against my soft skin, feeling the coolness contrast with my warmth. With a deep breath, I press the tip against my tightness, slowly easing it inside. The sensation is incredible, a delicious stretch that makes me gasp softly. I push further, allowing the cucumber to fill me completely, and I savor the feeling of fullness that envelops me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\butt\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I begin to move the cucumber in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The rhythmic motion becomes intoxicating, and I find myself lost in the moment, the coolness contrasting beautifully with the warmth radiating from within me. Every movement feels exquisite, and I experiment with different angles and depths, my breath quickening as I explore this new level of pleasure. I revel in the sensations, my body responding eagerly, and I let out soft moans, fully absorbed in this delicious experience. As the pleasure from the cucumber builds to a delicious crescendo, I feel myself reaching that exhilarating peak. With every thrust, waves of ecstasy wash over me, and I can't hold back the soft moans escaping my lips. The sensations are overwhelming, and I surrender to the bliss, letting it engulf me completely. Finally, as the climax washes over me, I find myself breathless and utterly satisfied. I take a moment to calm down, the world around me fading as I bask in the afterglow of my pleasure. Slowly, I ease the cucumber out, feeling the lingering warmth left in its wake. Once I’m settled, a new curiosity stirs within me. With a playful grin, I insert two fingers from each hand, carefully easing them into my tight warmth. I spread my fingers wide, pushing them as far as I can, relishing the delightful stretch as I test my body's limits. <<set $arousal = 0>> I explore the sensation of being so open, checking my capacity and enjoying the thrilling pressure. Each movement sends delicious shivers through me, heightening my excitement as I embrace this new exploration. My breath quickens, and I feel completely in tune with my body, lost in the intimate connection of self-discovery. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\bed\butt\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <ul> <li>[[Take a break|Bedroom]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/home_talk.jpg"/> <<if $money >= 100>> Stephanie opens the door, her familiar smile welcoming me. "I trust you remember that today’s session is $100?" she asks playfully, though there's a glimmer of seriousness in her eyes. I nod, reaching into my bag to retrieve a crisp $100 bill, handing it to her with a sense of confidence. "Great! Come on in, let’s get started," she replies, stepping aside to let me into her home. The cozy atmosphere immediately wraps around me, the soft lighting and comfortable decor creating a perfect setting for our session. <<set $money -= 100>> [[Continue|Stephanie 4 Session]] <<else>> Stephanie opens the door, a knowing smile on her face. "I hope you remember that today’s session will cost $100," she gently reminds me. I dig through my bag, my heart sinking as I realize I don’t have enough. Looking up at her, I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "I’m really sorry, I can’t afford it right now," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. Stephanie smiles softly, her demeanor warm and understanding. "That’s perfectly okay. Just let me know when you’re ready, and we can arrange another time." I nod, feeling grateful for her kindness, and step back into the quiet street, a mix of disappointment and relief washing over me. <<link "Go to neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>><</if>>

I arrived at The Rusty Anchor, my heart racing with anticipation. As I entered, I quickly spotted Stephanie seated at a booth, her friendly smile cutting through the dim lighting of the bar. "Sorry if I kept you waiting!" I called out as I approached, but she shook her head dismissively. "Not at all! I just got here a few minutes ago," she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth as I slid into the seat opposite her. <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/bar.jpg"/> We settled into our cozy booth, the rich aroma of the bar surrounding us. I ordered a refreshing cocktail while she opted for a classic beer, and soon we had a small spread of snacks on the table. Stephanie leaned forward, her interest palpable. "So, tell me, how have you been since our last session?" she inquired, her voice a mix of professionalism and genuine curiosity. Taking a deep breath, I responded, "I've felt a shift in my mood, definitely. But some thoughts from our discussion keep popping up." She nodded, her expression thoughtful as she took a sip of her drink. "That's completely normal. These sessions are designed to provoke thought and reflection. It’s a good sign that you’re processing it." We dove into a deeper conversation about my experiences and feelings, and I found myself opening up about how her unconventional methods had reshaped my perspective. After a while, Stephanie glanced at her watch, a hint of regret in her eyes. "I really hate to cut this short, but I have another commitment to get to." She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks for spending time with me; it’s always a pleasure catching up." "The pleasure was all mine," I said, feeling a genuine warmth as she gathered her things. We exchanged quick farewells, and I watched her leave the bar, a sense of contentment settling over me. I took a moment to soak in the lively atmosphere before stepping outside, ready to embrace whatever the rest of the day had in store. <<link "Go to the neighborhood area." "Outside">> <</link>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $stephanie_relationship < 40>><<set $stephanie_relationship += 5>><</if>><<set $drunkenness += 30>>

As I settled into the cozy living room, Stephanie joined me, her presence immediately calming. She gestured for me to take a seat in the chair next to the sofa before choosing a neighboring chair for herself. "No traditional cocktail today?" I asked, a hint of disappointment in my voice. "Not today, but I have something even better," she replied with a playful smile, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a cigarette and handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow, "Just a cigarette?" "Not quite. Trust me, give it a try; it’ll help you relax," she said, producing a lighter and expertly lighting the tip of the cigarette before handing it back to me. <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/smoke.jpg"/> As I took my first drag, I felt an immediate wave of lightness wash over me. The smoke curled gently in the air, and with each inhale, I felt my tensions begin to melt away. It was as if the worries of the world had faded into the background. Once I seemed more at ease, Stephanie gestured for me to move to the sofa. "Why don’t you join me here? It’s time to start our session," she said, settling into her own seat beside me. I shifted to the sofa, feeling a comforting warmth enveloping me, ready to dive into whatever insights the session would bring. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Stephanie guided the session with her usual grace, her voice soothing and steady as she led me through various exercises aimed at exploring my feelings and desires. As we delved deeper into my thoughts, I felt myself becoming more open, shedding layers of hesitation that had once held me back. She asked probing questions, encouraging me to express my emotions and experiences without fear of judgment. Each moment felt like a revelation, allowing me to confront aspects of myself that I had kept hidden. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of intimacy and professionalism, creating a safe space for exploration. As the session came to a close, Stephanie leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. "I really enjoy your progress. You’re much more open and relaxed than you were during our first meeting," she noted, her tone both encouraging and genuine. "However, I must tell you that this is the last session in our program." A twinge of disappointment flickered within me, but before I could dwell on it, she continued. "But before my next appointment with another client, I have a little time to spare. How about we repeat that delightful moment from our last session? You know, when you pampered my feet?" <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $stephanieFourthS = true>><<set $charisma = $charisma + 2>> [[Embrace the offer|4 Session Accept]] [[Politely decline|4 Session Decline]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\stephanie_house/sessionthree.jpg"/> I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the warmth of the cigarette still coursing through me. With a gentle smile, I replied, "I appreciate the offer, Stephanie, but I think I’ll have to pass this time." Her expression shifted to one of understanding. "That’s perfectly okay. It’s your choice, after all," she said, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I nodded, grateful for her kindness and professionalism. As I began to gather my things, the atmosphere shifted back to the comfortable familiarity we had built over our sessions. We exchanged warm goodbyes, and I stepped outside, the cool air refreshing against my skin. The street was bustling with life, and I took a moment to breathe in the world around me, feeling lighter despite the bittersweet end of our sessions. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

I took a breath, feeling the thrill of the moment. "Actually, I wouldn’t mind repeating what we did last time," I admitted, a rush of excitement coursing through me. Stephanie’s eyes sparkled with delight. "So you do enjoy pampering feet?" she asked, her tone teasing. Before I could respond, she waved my words away. "Never mind that. Just relax," she said, extending her bare feet toward my face. "Go ahead, lick them." I opened my mouth to say something, but she interrupted again, her voice firm but playful. "No, no, no words—just stick out your tongue and get to it." With a mix of curiosity and eagerness, I obeyed, taking her feet in my hands. I slowly ran my tongue along the sole of her foot, starting from the heel and gliding up to her delicate toes. The warmth of her skin against my tongue sent a shiver of exhilaration through me, and I continued, feeling more immersed in the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I continued to lick the soles of Stephanie's feet, the taste of her skin filled my senses, creating a heady mix of exhilaration and submission. I took my time, savoring the softness beneath my tongue, feeling her muscles relax under my touch. After a moment, Stephanie looked down at me with a playful smirk. "Now, why don’t you go ahead and suck on my toes?" she suggested, her voice dripping with encouragement. I hesitated for just a second, my heart racing with excitement. "You mean... really?" I asked, my cheeks flushing with a mix of eagerness and shyness. "Yes, really! Just let yourself go," she urged, wiggling her toes invitingly. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in closer, wrapping my lips around her big toe first. I gently sucked on it, feeling its warmth against my mouth. Her soft giggle filled the room, and I could sense her approval. "That’s it! Just like that," she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with delight. I continued, alternating between her toes, letting my tongue glide over each one as I suckled softly, losing myself in the moment. Each time I pulled away, her comments only fueled my desire to please her further. "You’re doing wonderfully. I knew you’d enjoy this," she teased, making me feel even more immersed in this intimate exchange. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I finished sucking her toes, Stephanie leaned back in her chair, her gaze never leaving me. With a slight smirk, she lifted her foot again, this time presenting the top of her foot to my lips. "Now, kiss the top of my feet," she commanded softly, her voice carrying a calm authority. Without hesitation, I obeyed, pressing gentle kisses along the delicate skin of her feet. The texture of her smooth skin beneath my lips sent a wave of submission through me. I could feel her watching, enjoying every moment as I worked my way from her ankle down to her toes, careful and deliberate with each kiss. "Mmm, you have no idea how good this feels after being on my feet all day," Stephanie sighed contentedly. "It’s so nice to have a sweet girl like you to pamper me." Her words made my cheeks burn, and I could feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement swirling inside me. I kept going, placing soft, reverent kisses along the tops of both her feet. "Just imagine... spending your day walking around, only to come home to someone who’s so eager to worship your feet. It’s such a treat," she continued, her voice growing more playful as her toes wiggled slightly in response to my lips. Her tone shifted, becoming sultrier as she added with a chuckle, "You know, you’re quite good at this. You were made for it, weren’t you? I bet deep down, you’ve always wanted to be on your knees, kissing someone’s feet like the good little girl you are." The heat in her voice made my heart race faster, and I felt a growing sense of both embarrassment and exhilaration. Each kiss seemed to bring me further into the moment, Stephanie’s teasing words wrapping around me like a spell. "You’re doing such a good job, darling. Keep going... let me hear that pretty little mouth of yours worship me," she purred, her words now unmistakably charged with a more provocative edge. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I moved my lips over the tops of her feet, Stephanie leaned back with a satisfied sigh. Her gaze flickered over me, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she gently pressed the heel of her foot toward my mouth. "Now, be a good girl and suck on my heels," she instructed, her voice low but firm. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of her dominance settle over me. But then, without question, I leaned in and pressed my lips to her heel, running my tongue over the rougher skin before taking it fully into my mouth. "That’s it... such a good girl," Stephanie murmured, her voice now dripping with approval. "So obedient, so eager to please." As I continued, licking and sucking on her heel, Stephanie let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her hand reached down, gently stroking my hair as if encouraging me to continue. "You love this, don’t you?" she teased, her tone playful but commanding. "You’re such a sweet, obedient little thing. Always so eager to follow my commands." Her words washed over me, sending a shiver down my spine as I sucked on her heel, moving my tongue in slow circles. I could feel the rough texture of her skin under my lips, and with each motion, I felt more and more immersed in the moment. "I knew you had it in you," she continued, her voice soft but firm. "You were made for this... to serve, to worship." Her hand rested on the back of my neck, applying light pressure as if to remind me of my place. I continued, my lips and tongue working over her heel, each touch bringing a wave of satisfaction from Stephanie. "That’s it... such a good, obedient girl," she purred, her voice taking on a more sensual tone. "I could get used to this." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was fully focused on licking and worshipping Stephanie's foot, tracing my tongue along the arch, when I suddenly felt the cool press of her other foot against my stomach. With slow, deliberate movements, she slid her toes up under my shirt, pushing it higher until my chest was exposed to the room. The sensation of her bare skin against mine made me shiver. "Such a devoted little thing," she murmured, her voice filled with a playful mix of satisfaction and control. "But let's see how much you enjoy this." Her toes found my breast, and I gasped softly as she started to playfully tease my nipple with her foot. She wiggled her toes around my sensitive skin, her movements slow and deliberate, sending a wave of unexpected pleasure coursing through me. "I bet you like that, don’t you?" she teased, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Imagine that... being toyed with by my foot. How does it feel, hmm?" I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as her foot continued to explore. Each time her toes brushed against my nipple, my breath hitched, and I could feel myself growing more and more aroused. The mixture of sensations—the texture of her foot under my tongue and the teasing touch of her toes against my breast—was overwhelming. "I love how responsive you are," she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You’re such a good little pet, aren't you? Completely at my mercy." I whimpered softly, the sensation of her toes tweaking my nipple making it impossible to hide my reaction. My mouth continued to work over her other foot, licking eagerly as if to prove my obedience, all the while my body responding to the teasing ministrations of her other foot. "That’s it... let me play with you. You love this attention, don’t you?" she whispered, her foot now pressing more firmly against my breast, her toes circling my hardened nipple with precision. Her words, combined with the sensation of her foot teasing me, sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded wordlessly, lost in the moment, unable to think of anything beyond the pleasure she was giving me with such casual, effortless control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Stephanie’s voice was soft but commanding as she beckoned me over to the couch. Without hesitation, I climbed onto it, getting onto my knees as she had instructed, feeling the heat in my body intensify with every moment. My mind was still hazy from the cigarette, and I moved on autopilot, completely lost in the spell she’d cast over me. "Come closer, sweetheart," she said, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down my spine. I shuffled forward, and as I did, Stephanie leaned in, gently taking my face in her hands. Her touch was firm yet tender, and for a moment, our eyes met, her gaze intense and filled with a mix of desire and control. My heart raced, and before I could say anything, her lips were on mine, crashing into me with a passion that left me breathless. The kiss was deep, raw, and electrifying. Her fingers curled around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of me. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as I melted into her, every fiber of my being responding to her touch. My hands instinctively found her waist, gripping her tightly as we kissed with a desperate hunger. "Mmm, that’s it," she murmured against my lips between kisses, her breath hot and intoxicating. "You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Completely mine." I whimpered softly, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Her lips moved with precision, her tongue teasing mine, her kiss both demanding and tender at once. It felt like time had stopped, and the world around us had melted away, leaving only the heat of her body and the overwhelming sensation of being completely under her control. Her hands slid down to my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and I felt her nails lightly dig into my skin as the kiss deepened. The passion between us was undeniable, and I could feel her desire in every movement, every breath. "I knew you'd be this good," she whispered against my lips, her voice low and teasing. "I could tell from the moment I saw you." Her words only spurred me on, and I pressed into her more eagerly, my body aching for her touch, my mind consumed by the need to please her. She was in control, and I was powerless to resist, completely lost in the moment, in the kiss, in her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\session_new\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Finishing the kiss, Stephanie pulled back slightly, her breathing steadying as she glanced at the clock. "Looks like my next client will be here soon," she said with a soft sigh, her hands slowly slipping from my face, returning the room to a more grounded reality. "You know," she continued, her voice shifting to a more businesslike tone, though still laced with warmth, "this was the last session in my program." Her words caught me off guard, but before I could respond, Stephanie added, "However, I might have something else for you... more like a little side job." Intrigued, I asked, "What kind of job?" Stephanie's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Well, these sessions can be exhausting, you know? Plus, I spend a lot of time at the gym to keep this body in shape," she said, running a hand down her side seductively. "And today, I thought... wouldn’t it be nice to have a sweet little girl to give me foot massages. But not with her hands, no... mostly with her tongue." Her words made my heart race, leaving me momentarily speechless. But before I could muster a response, Stephanie cut in again. "Oh, don’t worry about answering right now," she teased, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Just think about it... imagine coming over, kneeling at my feet, and licking every inch of them while I relax. If you ever feel like earning a little extra cash by worshipping my feet, you know where to find me." Standing up from the couch, she signaled that our time was up. I quickly began gathering my things, feeling a mixture of excitement and tension running through me. We exchanged a final glance, and after a brief goodbye, I stepped outside into the cool evening air. <<set $stephanie_relationship = 50>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>><<set $arousal = $arousal + 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $stephaniePersonalLicker = true>> <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight">><img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work.jpg"/> It's too late to visit anyone at this hour. Stephanie is probably asleep, and it wouldn't be appropriate to disturb her. I should come back tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Return|Outside]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night" and setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Midnight">><img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work.jpg"/> After my last session with Stephanie, she mentioned that I could earn some extra money by helping her relax after sessions. Now, I’m standing outside her house, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness as I face her door. <ul> <<if !$stephanieWork1>><li>[[Ring the doorbell|Stephanie Work 1]]</li><</if>> <<if $stephanieWork1 and !$stephanieWork2>><li>[[Ring the doorbell|Stephanie Work 2]]</li><</if>> <<if $stephanieWork2 and !$stephanieWork3>><li>[[Ring the doorbell|Stephanie Work 3]]</li><</if>> <li><<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>></li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel_line.jpg"/> I approach the Ferris Wheel, its brightly lit cabins slowly rotating high into the sky. As I get closer, I see a line forming at the entrance, so I take my place and wait patiently. The air is filled with excitement as riders board and disembark. <<if $ferriswheelBJ>> When it’s finally my turn, I step into the next available cabin without hesitation. <ul> <li>[[Ride the Ferris Wheel|Ferris Wheel Ride Alone]]</li> </ul> <<else>> When it’s finally my turn, the attendant waves me forward, but I notice that the next available cabin is occupied by a bald, dark-skinned man. The attendant informs me that I can either ride with him or wait for the next cabin if I prefer to ride alone. <ul> <li>[[Ride the Ferris Wheel with the man|Ferris Wheel Ride with Man]]</li> <li>[[Wait for the next cabin to ride alone|Ferris Wheel Ride Alone]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel_bm.jpg"/> I decided that waiting for the next cabin was unnecessary and agreed to ride with the unfamiliar man. I stepped into the cabin and took a seat next to him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He glanced at me with a smirk and said, "Hey there, gorgeous. Looks like we’ve got this ride all to ourselves." As the Ferris wheel began to rise, I leaned against the window, taking in the breathtaking views of the city illuminated by colorful lights. The skyline shimmered in the distance, and I felt a sense of freedom with the wind in my hair. But my moment of tranquility was interrupted when I felt his hand slide onto my thigh. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and whispered, "You know, it’s a shame to waste such a perfect night alone. What do you say we make this ride a little more... exciting?" I quickly shifted in my seat, feeling my cheeks flush. "Um, I really don’t think that’s a good idea," I stammered, trying to maintain a light tone despite the tension. His fingers began to trace small circles on my thigh, and he smirked. "I can think of a few ways we could have some fun up here, just the two of us. How about a little thrill on the Ferris wheel?" I glanced at him, my heart racing. "No, really. I’m just here to enjoy the ride," I insisted, trying to push his hand away gently. He chuckled, undeterred, leaning in even closer. "Come on, enough with the playing hard to get. How about this: you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you. I can slip you a little cash for some... private time," he proposed, his voice low and enticing. I bit my lip, feeling trapped. "I-I really should get back to my friends," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned back slightly, but a playful grin remained on his face. "Friends? Come on, they won’t mind if you have a little fun too. Just think about it—this could be our little secret," he murmured, his fingers resuming their teasing journey along my thigh. I had to decide how to respond to his advances. <ul> <li>[[Give in to his advances|Ferris Wheel With the Man]]</li> <li>[[Politely refuse and keep my distance|Ferris Wheel Refusal]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel_bm.jpg"/> I gave in to his persuasion, filled with conflicting emotions. "What exactly do you want?" I asked, trying to hide my awkwardness. The man smirked shamelessly, his eyes sparkling with delight. "It's a beautiful day, and from this cabin, there’s a stunning view of the city," he said, gesturing towards the panorama outside. "But it would be even better if you leaned over and took my big black cock in your sweet little mouth and sucked it." I hesitated, trying to process his proposal. He noticed my reaction and added, "I'll give you $25 for that." I looked at him questioningly, unable to believe my ears. "Too little? Alright, let’s make it $50," he said with a grin, "but then I want to finish in your mouth, and I want you to swallow it all." I pondered, weighing the pros and cons, feeling his words stir mixed emotions within me. On one hand, it was incredibly provocative; on the other, I couldn’t ignore how tempting the offer was. <ul> <li>[[Agree to his proposal|Ferris Wheel BJ]]</li> <li>[[Politely refuse and keep my distance|Ferris Wheel BJ Refuse]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel_bm.jpg"/> I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure despite the uncomfortable situation. "Listen, I really appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested in that," I said firmly, looking him in the eyes. "I’d prefer if you could just stop with the advances, please." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Oh come on, don’t play hard to get. I can show you a real good time. Just think of it as a little adventure." Throughout the ride, his hand remained on my thigh, fingers occasionally teasingly tracing my skin. "You know, with those curves, you could make a guy very happy," he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against my ear. I shifted uncomfortably, maintaining my resolve. "Seriously, I just want to enjoy the ride," I replied, trying to deflect his attention. He chuckled softly, undeterred. "You’re missing out. How about this? You let me have a little fun with you, and I’ll make it worth your while. I could slip you a nice stack of cash." The awkward tension thickened as he continued, "I promise I won’t bite… unless you want me to." Despite my words, he continued to murmur suggestive comments, each one more explicit than the last. "Just imagine how good it would feel—just you and me, a little privacy. I could make all your wildest fantasies come true." It was frustrating, but I held my ground, refusing to engage further. "I’m not interested in any of that," I said firmly, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Finally, the Ferris wheel completed its circle, and we began our descent. As the cabin reached the ground, he leaned back, giving me one last lingering look. "See you around, little tease," he said with a cocky grin before stepping out of the cabin. I quickly followed him, eager to leave the awkward encounter behind. I stepped out of the attraction and back into the vibrant atmosphere of the amusement park, relieved to be back in a space where I could regain my composure and enjoy the night. <ul> <li>[[Return to the Amusement park|Funland]]</li> <li>[[Leave Funland and head back to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I surrendered to his proposal. "Okay, I'll do it," I said, my voice a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. The man wasted no time. He swiftly unzipped his pants and revealed his large black cock, a confident grin spreading across his face. "Let's get started," he urged, his eyes glinting with anticipation. I shifted closer to him, feeling a mix of nerves and thrill coursing through me. As I leaned in, I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around his shaft. My hand instinctively moved to the base, gripping it firmly as I began to take him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could hear his breath hitch as I began to move. "That’s it, babe, just like that," he encouraged, his voice low and sultry. I focused on the rhythm, trying to keep my composure as the Ferris wheel continued its slow ascent, providing an exhilarating view of the city around us. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\amusement_park\ferris_wheel_bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I continued to hold his cock firmly in my hand, feeling its warmth and weight as I began to establish a steady rhythm. With each movement, I focused on finding a pace that felt right, my mouth working expertly to please him. "Yeah, just like that, babe," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire. "You’re really good at this, aren’t you? I can tell you’ve done it before." The praise only fueled my determination, and I found myself responding to his encouragement, sinking deeper into the moment. His comments grew more explicit, fueling the charged atmosphere inside the cabin. "You have no idea how hot you look doing this," he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair, urging me to go faster. "Just imagine how much more fun we could have if we weren’t in this little ride." I concentrated on his words, letting them wash over me as I picked up the pace, my lips gliding along his shaft with a newfound fervor. The sounds of the amusement park faded into the background, leaving only the rush of adrenaline and his breathless moans echoing in the small cabin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\amusement_park\ferris_wheel_bj\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, as the Ferris wheel completed its loop and we were close to the ground, I felt his hand on my head, a thrilling mix of dominance and intimacy. He gently but firmly pulled me closer, and suddenly began to fill my mouth with his cum, "Swallow it all," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. My heart raced, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks as I complied, the warm fluid coating my tongue, igniting a delicious wave of submission within me. "Clean my cock," he said with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. I obeyed, leaning down, feeling the thrill of anticipation coursing through me. As my tongue swirled around the remnants of his cum, I reveled in the taste—salty and intoxicating. I could feel his body shuddering with pleasure, heightening my own arousal as I lost myself in the moment, the world outside the cabin fading away. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\amusement_park\ferris_wheel_bj\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, he tucked his cock back into his pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out a wallet. From it, he extracted a crisp fifty-dollar bill, smirking as he said, "Fifty bucks for my sweet cock-sucker." A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but I accepted the money, sliding it into my bag with a mix of shame and exhilaration. I quickly began to wipe my face after the blowjob, removing the saliva and drops of sperm that lingered on my skin, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction mingling with my discomfort. <<set $ferriswheelBJ = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 50>> As the Ferris wheel came to a stop, the man exited his seat, and I followed suit, stepping out into the bright lights of the amusement park once more. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering heat of the encounter as I blended back into the vibrant crowd. <ul> <li>[[Return to the Amusement park|Funland]]</li> <li>[[Leave Funland and head back to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/ferris_wheel_bm.jpg"/> I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. "I'm not interested," I said firmly, looking him in the eye. "Please stop with the advances." Despite my words, the man continued to rest his hand on my thigh, whispering lewd comments into my ear. "Come on, babe, don’t be a tease," he smirked, his fingers lightly brushing against my skin. "You’d enjoy it. Just think about how good it would feel." I kept my distance, feeling the tension rise as the Ferris wheel climbed higher, showcasing the breathtaking view of the city. I focused on the scenery, hoping it would distract me from his persistent attempts. The entire ride, he maintained his touch, letting his fingers linger just a bit too long as he continued his suggestive remarks. "You know you want to," he insisted, his voice dripping with confidence. Finally, as the ride came to an end, he leaned closer and said with a grin, "See you later, tease." With that, he exited the cabin, leaving me feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. I stepped off the ride and made my way back into the amusement park, the sounds of laughter and excitement filling the air around me. <ul> <li>[[Return to the Amusement park|Funland]]</li> <li>[[Leave Funland and head back to the city center|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/slums.jpg"/> I arrive in the slums. The area is filled with rundown buildings, narrow streets, and the sense of danger is palpable. People move in the shadows, and the air feels thick with tension and vice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/strip_club.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Strip Club, "Eden"|Strip Club]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Pawn your items at the Pawn Shop, "Quick Cash"|Pawn Shop]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/diner.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Grab a bite at the Retro Diner, "The Atomic Grill"|Diner]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/boxing_gym.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Train at the Boxing Gym, "Iron Fist"|Boxing Gym]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/hostel.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Stay at the Hostel, "Harbor House"|Hostel]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Play games at the Arcade, "Pixel Palace"|Arcade]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Squat|Squat]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/nightclub/nightclub.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Dance at the Nightclub, "Midnight Lounge"|Nightclub Slums]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/hookah_lounge.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Relax at the Hookah Lounge, "Smokehouse"|Hookah Lounge]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/photo_studio.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Get photos at the Photo Studio, "Flashpoint"|Photo Studio]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/metro_station/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Descend into the metro station (2$)|Metro Slums StationPay]] </div> </div>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">><img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/eden_closed.jpg"> As I approach Eden, I notice the door is firmly shut. A sign informs me that the club doesn’t open until later in the evening. It looks like I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time until then. <ul> <li>[[Return|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>>I approach the building, where a neon sign glowing with the word "Eden" hangs above the entrance. Pushing open the red door, I step into a small lobby, dimly lit with soft purple hues that create an inviting atmosphere. Plush seating lines the walls, and a small bar offers an array of drinks, its shelves lined with colorful bottles that catch the light. <img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/talk_to_bouncer.jpg"> As I take in my surroundings, I’m greeted by a bouncer. He looks me over and asks, "What do you want?" <ul> <li>[[Approach the bouncer|Talk to Bouncer Eden]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return later|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shop_closed.jpg"> It’s too late; Quick Cash is closed for the night. The lights are off, and a "Closed" sign hangs on the door, leaving no option but to come back tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shop_interior.jpg"> The Quick Cash pawn shop is a cluttered yet intriguing place filled with various items, from electronics to vintage jewelry. The interior is dimly lit, with shelves overflowing with goods that tell stories of their past owners. A faint smell of old wood and metal fills the air, mixing with the distant sound of a television playing in the background. As I step inside, the shopkeeper looks up from behind the counter, a knowing smile on his face. He’s seen all sorts of deals made in this shop, and today, I’m here to pawn some items for quick cash. I take a moment to browse the items on display, curious about the treasures hidden in this place. The walls are adorned with posters from long-gone concerts and retro advertisements, adding to the nostalgic charm. <ul> <li>[[Talk to the shopkeeper about pawning my items|Pawn Items]]</li> <li>[[Leave the shop and head back into the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/diner/atomic_grill_closed.jpg"> The Atomic Grill is closed for the night. The neon lights flicker off, and a "Closed" sign hangs prominently at the entrance, leaving me no choice but to return tomorrow when I can indulge in a meal. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/diner/atomic_grill.jpg"> As I step into the Retro Diner, the nostalgic ambiance washes over me. The vibrant red and chrome decor, reminiscent of the 1950s, instantly brings a smile to my face. The scent of sizzling burgers and fries fills the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of milkshakes. The jukebox in the corner plays classic rock tunes, setting a lively mood. I take a moment to enjoy the atmosphere, feeling a sense of comfort in this retro haven. <ul> <li>[[Sit at a table|Diner Sit Down]]</li> <li>[[Go to the restroom|Diner Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Leave the diner|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/iron_fist_closed.jpg"> The Iron Fist boxing gym is closed for the night. The lights are off, and a "Closed" sign hangs on the door, leaving me to find other ways to channel my energy until it reopens tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/iron_fist_open.jpg"> The Iron Fist boxing gym is tucked away in a dark alley, housed in an otherwise unremarkable building. The only indication of its presence is a sign that reads "Iron Fist" on the wall of the alley. Inside, the atmosphere is gloomy, filled with the smell of sweat. Several boxing rings occupy the space, and the sounds of fighters training echo around me, creating a sense of intensity and focus. A few trainers are available, ready to help newcomers and seasoned fighters alike to hone their skills in this energetic environment. <ul> <<if !$boxingTraining>><li>[[Approach a trainer|Training Session]]</li><</if>> <<if $boxingTraining>><li>[[Train in boxing|Boxing Pay]]</li><</if>> <<if $boxingfirstTraining and !$boxingDrink>><li>[[The trainer calls me over to him|Trainer drink]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Observe the fighters|Watch Fighters]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/harbor_house.jpg"/> I step into the dimly lit atmosphere of the Harbor House hostel, greeted by the musty smell of old carpet and the faint sound of muffled conversations. The common area is sparsely furnished, with a couple of worn-out sofas occupied by a few travelers who appear just as weary as the surroundings. The reception desk is manned by a disinterested attendant, who barely looks up from their phone as I approach. The walls are bare except for a few frayed posters, giving the place an uninviting feel. I clear my throat and ask about the availability of beds. The attendant finally glances my way and informs me that a bed is available for one night at the price of $20, without any hint of enthusiasm. <ul> <<if !$hostelroomBooked>><li>[[Book a bed for one night ($20)|Book Bed]]</li><</if>> <<if $hostelroomBooked>><li>[[Enter my room|Room 12]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the hostel|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_closed.jpg"> The arcade is closed for the night. The neon lights flicker off, and a "Closed" sign hangs prominently at the entrance, leaving me no choice but to return tomorrow when the fun resumes. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_interior.jpg"> The arcade is a dimly lit den filled with the sounds of frenzied gaming and the harsh glow of screens. Gamblers huddle around machines, their faces illuminated by the flickering lights as they chase fleeting wins. The air is thick with the smell of cigarettes and stale alcohol, creating a miasma that hangs heavy over the room. As I step inside, I notice the tense atmosphere, punctuated by shouts of frustration and triumph. A few weary players sit slumped in their chairs, nursing drinks, while others eagerly press buttons, lost in their digital battles. The attendant behind the counter watches with a bored expression, more accustomed to the chaos than the excitement of a regular arcade. I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension as I consider my options among the myriad of flashing machines. <ul> <li>[[Talk to the attendant about getting some tokens|Get Tokens]]</li> <<if $tokens >= 1>><li>[[Play a game with your tokens|Play Game Arcade]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the arcade and head back into the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_building.jpg"> I approach what appears to be an abandoned building. The windows are boarded up, and graffiti covers the weathered brick walls. The roof sags under the weight of neglect, and the faded remnants of an old sign dangle precariously from the entrance. Despite its dilapidated state, there’s something intriguing about the place, a sense that it’s still very much alive behind its broken exterior. <ul> <li>[[Enter the building|Enter Squat]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/smokehouse_closed.jpg"> The Smokehouse hookah lounge is closed for the night. The lights are dimmed, and a "Closed" sign hangs in the window, leaving me to seek another way to unwind until it opens again tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/smokehouse_open.jpg"> As I enter the Smokehouse, the warm, inviting atmosphere surrounds me. The air is thick with the sweet scent of flavored tobacco, and colorful pillows are scattered across low tables, inviting guests to relax and unwind. Soft music plays in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. A variety of hookah flavors are available, and the friendly staff welcomes me with a smile, eager to help me choose the perfect blend for a calming experience. <ul> <li>[[Order a hookah|Order Hookah]]</li> <<if !$hookahVIPService>><li>[[A man from the staff asks me to come over|Hookah Staff VIP]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the lounge|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/flashpoint_closed.jpg"> The Flashpoint photo studio is closed for the night. The lights are off, and a "Closed" sign hangs prominently at the entrance, leaving me with no choice but to return tomorrow. <ul> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/flashpoint_open.jpg"> As I step into Flashpoint, I find myself in an unremarkable studio located in a small red brick building. The decor is simple, with a few standard backdrops and props scattered around. The faint sound of camera shutters clicking can be heard, and a few visitors chat quietly, creating a relaxed atmosphere. <ul> <<if !$flashpointJob>><li>[[Talk to the photographer|Talk to Photographer]]</li><</if>> <<if $flashpointJob>><li>[[Talk to the photographer|Talk to Photographer Job]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave the studio|Slums]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">><img src="img/locations/slums/nightclub/nightclub_day.jpg"/> As I approach the Midnight Lounge, I notice the door is firmly shut. A sign informs me that the club doesn’t open until later in the evening. It looks like I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time until then. <ul> <li>[[Return|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/slums/nightclub/nightclub_evening.jpg"/> I arrive at the Midnight Lounge as the sun sets, and the vibrant neon lights pulse with life, drawing me closer. The heavy beats of music thump through the walls, creating an irresistible rhythm that lures people in. A crowd gathers at the entrance, eagerly chatting as they wait to get past the imposing bouncer stationed at the door, scanning IDs and managing the enthusiastic line. Known for its thrilling dance floors and an electric vibe, the club promises a night full of excitement. <ul> <li>[[Approach the bouncer and get in line|Talk to Bouncer Midnight]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return later|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As soon as the driver hears that I’ve got the money for the fare, his expression softens with relief. "Great! Glad to hear it." He quickly falls back into his routine, sharing how driving a taxi is just a side gig for him, a hobby to pass the time after his main job. The ride continues with him rambling about trivial details of his life—his day job, his thoughts on the city, and even his favorite spots to eat. I nod along, barely listening, but his laid-back attitude makes the conversation tolerable. Soon enough, the surroundings become more dilapidated as we pull into the slums. The taxi rolls to a stop, and I hand over the $10 fare. I offer a polite smile, "Thanks for the ride!", before stepping out. The driver waves and takes off, leaving me standing in the decaying streets of the slums. <<link "Go into the slums" "Slums">> <</link>> <<set $money -= 10>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi S BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Go into the slums" "Slums">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/metro_station/subway.jpg"/> I find myself in the dimly lit depths of the slum metro station. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and the distant echo of water dripping from unseen pipes. The lighting is poor, with flickering bulbs casting eerie shadows across the cracked tiles and graffiti-covered walls. As I scan the scene, I notice a blend of people waiting for their trains. A man leans against a pillar, his face hidden beneath a worn cap, while a woman huddles with her shopping bags, casting nervous glances at her surroundings. In a corner, a group of teenagers plays a makeshift game, their laughter contrasting with the heavy atmosphere. The station’s architecture is aged and worn, with peeling paint and rusted railings hinting at years of neglect. Small windows high above offer glimpses of the outside world, where the chaos of the streets continues unabated, obscured by a haze of dust and smoke. With the distant rumble of an approaching train, a shiver of anticipation runs through me as the platform vibrates beneath my feet. The dim lights flicker as the metallic form of the train pulls into the station, promising a journey through the gritty underbelly of the city. <<link "Catch the next train" "Subway Car">> <</link>> <<link "Exit the station and explore the slums" "Slums">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/nightclub/nightclub_evening.jpg"/> I approach the bouncer, a towering figure with an intimidating presence. He scans the crowd and then turns his attention to me. "I don't know you," he says flatly, his voice deep and unyielding. "You need to leave." Feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me, I realize I have no other choice. With a sigh, I turn away from the entrance and walk back into the night, searching for something else to fill my time. <ul> <li>[[Return to the Slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I step up to the counter, and the shopkeeper immediately straightens up, approaching me with an intrigued look. The shop is filled with an assortment of trinkets and oddities, but right now, I have my own items to discuss. “What do you have for me today?” he asks, his eyes scanning me with interest, clearly eager to see what I might offer. I hesitate for a moment, weighing my options. <ul> <li>[[Show him what I have|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decide not to pawn anything and leave the shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> The shopkeeper approaches me with a curious look, waiting to see what I have to offer. I consider the items in my possession that might be of interest to him. Here are the items I can show him: <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Precious Ring")>> <li>Precious Ring: [[Sell it|Sell Precious Ring]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Smartphone")>> <li>Smartphone: [[Sell it|Sell Smartphone]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Camera")>> <li>Camera: [[Sell it|Sell Camera]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Video Camera")>> <li>Video Camera: [[Sell it|Sell Video Camera]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Laptop")>> <li>Laptop: [[Sell it|Sell Laptop]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Necklace")>> <li>Necklace: [[Sell it|Sell Necklace]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Ring")>> <li>Ring: [[Sell it|Sell Ring]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Bracelet")>> <li>Bracelet: [[Sell it|Sell Bracelet]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Earrings")>> <li>Earrings: [[Sell it|Sell Earrings]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("Brooch")>> <li>Brooch: [[Sell it|Sell Brooch]]</li> <</if>> <<if $inventory.includes("High Heels")>> <li>High Heels: [[Sell it|Sell High Heels]]</li> <</if>></ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Precious Ring") or $inventory.includes("Smartphone") or $inventory.includes("Camera") or $inventory.includes("Video Camera") or $inventory.includes("Laptop") or $inventory.includes("Necklace") or $inventory.includes("Ring") or $inventory.includes("Bracelet") or $inventory.includes("Earrings") or $inventory.includes("Brooch") or $inventory.includes("High Heels")>>If I decide not to sell any items, I can [[leave the pawn shop|Slums]]. <<else>>I don't have any items to sell. I guess it's time to [[leave the pawn shop|Slums]]. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the precious silver ring, its beautiful stone glinting in the dim light of the pawn shop. The owner examines it closely, his brow furrowing in concentration as he turns it over in his hands. After a moment, he looks up at me, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Now, this is quite an interesting piece," he says, a smirk forming on his lips. "I can offer you $1,000 for it." My heart races at the high offer, but I remind myself to stay cautious. Before I can respond, he continues, "Do you have the purchase receipt?" His eyes narrow slightly as he studies my reaction. I take a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. "It’s a family heirloom," I explain, my voice steady despite the pressure. "I don’t have any documents for it." I hope my tone conveys sincerity. He shakes his head slowly, a weary expression crossing his face. "You’d be surprised how often I hear that excuse. Junkies and hookers say the same thing every day when they come in with stolen goods." He pauses, studying me carefully before adding, "Without any documents, the best I can do is $150." His tone is firm, as if this conversation is already over. I can't help but feel that my hopes for a quick sale have just plummeted. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $150|Sell Precious Ring Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out my smartphone and show it to him. He takes it in his hands and examines it closely, his brow furrowing slightly as he inspects the screen and buttons. After a moment, he looks at me and says, "Can you turn it on and unlock it?" I switch on the phone and scroll through the apps, ensuring he can see its pristine condition. The screen lights up brightly, reflecting the dim light of the pawn shop. "Do you have the purchase receipt?" he asks, glancing at me expectantly. I pull out the receipt and show it to him, noting his slight nod of approval. He studies the receipt for a moment, then looks back at the phone. "Alright, I can offer you $200 for it," he states, trying to sound confident despite the low offer. I tilt my head and reply, "But it's almost new!" He shifts his weight and scratches his chin, then responds, "I understand, but the best I can do is $225." There's a hint of regret in his tone, as if he wishes he could offer more. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $225|Sell Smartphone Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out my camera and show it to him. He inspects it carefully, his brow furrowing slightly as he examines the lens and buttons. After a moment, he looks at me and says, "You know, cameras aren't in high demand these days. Why bother when people have smartphones?" I watch as he turns the camera in his hands, his expression skeptical. "Even if it piqued the interest of a photography enthusiast, I doubt they'd be coming to a place like the slums for it," he continues, shaking his head. "I can’t offer you more than $100 for it." I raise an eyebrow and respond, "But it’s in great condition!" He shrugs, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "I get it, but I really can't go higher than that. It’s just the market these days." <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $100|Sell Camera Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out my video camera and show it to him. He takes it in his hands, turning it over as he examines the lens and buttons, his brow furrowing slightly with skepticism. After a moment, he looks up at me and says, "You know, these cameras aren’t in high demand anymore. Most folks just use their phones for videos." I nod, acknowledging his point, but I can feel him trying to downplay its value. "Do you have the purchase receipt?" he asks, glancing at me expectantly. I pull out the receipt and show it to him, hoping it might sway his opinion. He studies it for a moment, then looks back at the camera. "Given the current market, I can offer you $250," he states, trying to sound nonchalant. I furrow my brow and reply, "But it’s in excellent condition and hardly used!" He shifts uncomfortably, scratching his chin, and after a moment, he responds, "Alright, I’ll see what I can do. I can stretch it to $300." There’s a hint of reluctance in his voice, as if he’s already regretting the decision. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $300|Sell Video Camera Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out my laptop and show it to him. He takes it in his hands, carefully inspecting the screen and keyboard, his brow furrowing slightly with skepticism. After a moment, he looks up at me and says, "Can you turn it on for me?" I power up the laptop and navigate through the interface, ensuring he sees its excellent condition. The screen lights up brightly, reflecting the dim light of the pawn shop. "Do you have the purchase receipt?" he asks, glancing at me expectantly. I pull out the receipt and show it to him, hoping it might convince him of its value. He studies the receipt for a moment, then looks back at the laptop. "Considering the current market, I can offer you $350," he states, trying to maintain a casual tone. I raise an eyebrow and respond, "But it’s barely been used and works perfectly!" He shifts uncomfortably, scratching his chin, and after a moment, he replies, "Alright, I can push it to $400, but that's my final offer—not a dollar more." There’s a firmness in his tone, as if he’s standing his ground. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $400|Sell Laptop Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the necklace, its delicate chain glinting in the dim light of the pawn shop. The silver flowers adorning it catch his eye as I hold it up for him to see. "What do you have here?" he asks, leaning in closer to examine the piece. He gently takes it from my hands and inspects the craftsmanship, his brow furrowing slightly as he assesses its value. "It's nice, but jewelry like this doesn't really have much demand," he says, his tone dismissive. "Honestly, I can’t give you more than $50 for it." I furrow my brow and reply, "But it’s a beautiful piece! It’s worth more than that!" He shakes his head, looking a bit apologetic. "I understand, but that's the best I can do. It’s just not the right market for something like this." <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $50|Sell Necklace Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the silver ring with a small stone and show it to him. He examines it closely, his fingers brushing over the cool metal and the gem. After a moment, he looks up and says, "You know, these rings don’t really sell well around here. I can’t offer much for it." I nod, trying to gauge his sincerity. "Do you have the original purchase receipt?" he asks, glancing at me expectantly. I shake my head, noting his slight frown. After studying the ring for a moment longer, he finally says, "I can give you $70 for it, but that's really pushing it." There’s a hint of reluctance in his voice, as if he’s trying to justify the low offer. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $70|Sell Ring Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the silver bracelet, glimmering with small stones, and present it to the pawn shop owner. He examines it closely, tilting his head as he scrutinizes the craftsmanship. After a moment, he shrugs and says, "Honestly, this is just costume jewelry to most people. I can't give you more than $30 for it." I frown, feeling the weight of the bracelet in my hand. "But it's really pretty and in great condition!" He scratches his chin, contemplating, then replies, "I understand, but I can stretch it to $35, and that's my final offer." His tone suggests he’s done negotiating. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $35|Sell Bracelet Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the earrings, a charming pair adorned with blue, silver, and sapphire-like stones shaped like droplets. The pawn shop owner inspects them closely, his expression turning skeptical. "You know, these earrings are nice, but they’re not exactly in high demand these days," he says, trying to downplay their value. I reply, "They’re unique and in great condition! I’m sure someone would love them!" He shifts uncomfortably, glancing at the earrings again before saying, "Well, the best I can do is $30." I shake my head, feeling the weight of their value. "That’s too low for such a pretty pair!" After a moment of hesitation, he responds, "Alright, I can stretch it to $50, but that’s as high as I can go." There's a touch of finality in his tone, as if he’s already made up his mind. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $50|Sell Earrings Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I take out the brooch, a delicate white flower with a pinkish-purple gem in the center, and present it to the pawn shop owner. He studies it for a moment, nodding slightly. "This is cute, but honestly, I can't offer more than $20 for it," he says, trying to keep his tone neutral while examining the piece closely. I raise an eyebrow, "Really? It's in perfect condition and so charming!" I urge him to reconsider, hoping to convince him of its value. He sighs and scratches his head, then responds, "I get that, but the best I can do is $25. That’s really my final offer." There's a hint of finality in his voice, as if he’s already made up his mind. <ul> <li>[[Sell it for $25|Sell Brooch Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper.jpg"> I pull out the white open-toe high-heeled shoes with a platform, their glossy finish catching the dim light of the pawn shop. The pawn shop owner inspects them closely, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "These are quite an interesting item to bring into a pawn shop," he comments, turning them over in his hands. "But you know, there are people out there who would gladly pay for used women's shoes. You did wear them, right?" I nod and reply, "Yes, but only a few times. They're almost new." He raises an eyebrow, contemplating my words. "I can offer you $35 for them," he states, his tone somewhat final. I hesitate, weighing my options, when he leans in slightly, a sly grin forming on his lips. "However, if you're looking for a better price, how about this: why don’t you take off the shoes you’re wearing right now and put on these heels instead? I’ll take a few photos of your feet in them to show that they were actually worn. That way, I can market them better and might be able to pay you $100 for them." The offer hangs in the air, and I can feel my heart race at the unconventional proposition. <ul> <li>[[Agree to take off my shoes and wear the heels|Sell High Heels Photos]]</li> <li>[[Sell them for $35|Sell High Heels Final]]</li> <li>[[Show something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Decline to sell and leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell my smartphone. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, pulls out a bundle of cash, and hands me $225. "Thank you for this great deal," he says with a grin, counting the money with satisfaction. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Smartphone")>><<set $money += 225>> As I pocket the cash, I can’t help but think that this deal is only beneficial for him. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to go through with the sale of my camera. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, pulls out a stack of bills, and hands me $100. "I appreciate your business," he says with a smirk, counting the cash with a sense of triumph. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Camera")>><<set $money += 100>> As I slip the cash into my pocket, I can’t shake the feeling that this transaction benefits him far more than it does me. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell my video camera. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a stack of bills, and hands me $300. "Thanks for bringing this in. It’s a fair deal," he says with a satisfied smile, counting the cash with a hint of pride. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Video Camera")>><<set $money += 300>> As I tuck the money into my pocket, I can’t shake the feeling that this arrangement is much more in his favor. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell my laptop. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a stack of bills, and hands me $400. "Thanks for bringing this in. It’s a solid deal," he says with a satisfied grin, counting the cash with a hint of pride. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Laptop")>><<set $money += 400>> As I tuck the money into my pocket, I can’t shake the feeling that this arrangement is much more beneficial for him. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the necklace. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, pulls out a few bills, and hands me $50. "Thanks for bringing this in. It’s a quick sale," he says with a slight smirk, counting the cash with a look of satisfaction. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Necklace")>><<set $money += 50>> As I slip the money into my pocket, I can’t shake the feeling that this deal is more of a loss for me than a win for him. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the silver ring. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a stack of cash, and hands me $70. "Thanks for this piece; it’ll make a nice addition for someone," he says with a smirk, counting the money with a hint of satisfaction. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Ring")>><<set $money += 70>> As I tuck the cash into my pocket, I can’t help but think that this deal is more of a win for him than for me. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the bracelet. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, pulls out a few bills, and hands me $35. "Thanks for bringing this in. It’s a decent piece, but not a high-value item," he says with a hint of indifference as he counts the money. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Bracelet")>><<set $money += 35>> As I pocket the cash, I can’t help but think how this transaction favors him more than it does me. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the earrings. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves some cash, and hands me $50. "Thanks for bringing these in. They should do well," he says with a satisfied smile, counting the bills with a sense of accomplishment. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Earrings")>><<set $money += 50>> As I pocket the cash, I can't help but think that this deal favors him more than me. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the brooch. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a few bills, and hands me $25. "Thanks for this little gem," he says with a satisfied grin, counting the cash with a hint of pride. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Brooch")>><<set $money += 25>> As I slip the money into my pocket, I can’t help but feel that this was more of a bargain for him than for me. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I reluctantly agree to sell the precious ring. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a stack of bills, and hands me $150 with a knowing smile. "I appreciate you bringing this in. It's a fair deal for both of us," he says, counting the cash with an air of satisfaction. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Precious Ring")>><<set $money += 150>> As I pocket the money, a sense of unease washes over me. I stole this ring from Margaret, and now I’m left with only the cash in my hand, a reminder of the risk I took for such a small reward. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

I hesitate for a moment, then slowly nod. I bend down, slipping off my shoes, feeling the cool, slightly grimy floor beneath my bare feet. The shop owner watches my every move, a satisfied smirk creeping across his face as I pick up the white high heels—practically brand new. As I slide them onto my feet, he leans in closer, his eyes fixed on them. "Damn, those look incredible on you," he murmurs, almost under his breath. "Bet you've got some men wrapped around those pretty toes of yours." He gestures toward a plain white wall nearby. "Stand over there," he says, "I need a clear shot of those sexy legs and those delicious feet." His voice carries a slimy tone, but I do as he asks, moving toward the wall, feeling my discomfort growing. <img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_high_heels.jpg"> He pulls out an old camera and begins snapping photos, adjusting the angle to capture every detail of my legs and feet. "Look at those perfect little toes," he says, his gaze lingering. "God, these heels look like they were made just for your feet. You know, some guys pay big for this kind of thing. Hell, I might just keep these pictures for myself." I shift my weight, feeling exposed as he snaps another photo. "Your arches are something else," he continues, his voice dripping with lust. "The way your feet look in those heels... I can’t get enough. Imagine how much more I can sell them for with these photos of you wearing them. Guys love knowing a pair of shoes like this has been worn by a woman with feet like yours." The flash from the camera goes off again, making me blink. After what feels like too many pictures, he lowers the camera, grinning. "Alright, sweetheart, you've earned it. I’ll give you $100 for the shoes, no question." He steps behind the counter, counting out the money with a deliberate, almost smug satisfaction before handing it over. <img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> "Thanks for the show," he adds, still smiling. "Trust me, you'll make someone very happy with those pictures." <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "High Heels")>><<set $money += 100>> <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/pawn_shop/pawn_shopkeeper_sell.jpg"> I decide to sell the high heels. The pawn shop owner opens the cash register, retrieves a few bills, and hands me $35. "You know, you could’ve made a lot more if you’d taken my offer for the photos. But, it's your choice," he says with a knowing smirk, counting the cash before handing it over. <<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "High Heels")>><<set $money += 35>> As I slip the money into my pocket, I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed an opportunity, but I’m not sure how I would’ve felt about taking it. <ul> <li>[[Sell something else|Show Items Pawnshop]]</li> <li>[[Leave the pawn shop|Slums]]</li> </ul>

Margaret's face hardens as I refuse to comply with her demands. Without a word, she picks up her phone and calls the police. Moments later, officers arrive at the apartment to hear Margaret's complaint. <img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_police.jpg"/> Margaret explains the situation to them, detailing the theft and my refusal to apologize. The officers listen carefully, and it seems like the situation could escalate quickly. However, Margaret, still holding a grudge but willing to show some mercy, gives me one last chance. "You have a choice," she says, her tone icy. "You can either pay a $2000 fine, or the police will handle it." <<if $money >= 2000>><<set $money -= 2000>><<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>> "Fine," I say, handing over the ring and paying the fine. Margaret watches me with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]] <<else>> "I don’t have the money," I admit, feeling a wave of panic. Margaret’s eyes narrow as she watches me squirm. [[Ask Mom for Money|Ask Mom For Money 2]] <</if>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img\locations\entrance/callmom.jpg"/> I pull out my phone, my hands still shaking from what just happened. Taking a deep breath, I dial my mom’s number, trying to keep my voice steady. When she picks up, I hesitate for just a moment before speaking. "Mom, I need some money urgently. Can you send me $2000? It's really important." My voice wavers slightly, but I try to sound casual, not wanting to reveal the real mess I’ve gotten myself into. There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost feel her worry through the phone. "What’s going on, honey? Why do you need so much all of a sudden?" Her tone is gentle but laced with concern, and I can hear the curiosity creeping in. I bite my lip, scrambling for an excuse. "It’s nothing serious, Mom. Just some unexpected expenses came up, and I’m a bit short this month." I force a light laugh, hoping it sounds convincing. "Don’t worry, everything’s fine." The silence on her end feels heavy, and for a moment, I think she’s going to press me harder. But after a long sigh, she relents. "Alright. I’ll transfer the money, but promise me you’re okay." Relief washes over me, but it’s mixed with guilt. "I promise, Mom. Thank you. I really appreciate it." After a few more exchanged words, I end the call, staring at the phone in my hand for a moment. The tension in my chest hasn’t eased, and I wonder how long I can keep up the façade. <<set $money += 2000>> You receive the funds and prepare to return to Margaret to settle the issue. [[Pay the Fine and Leave|Pay Fine 2]]

<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_police.jpg"/> I return to Margaret, handing over the $2000. She takes the money with a smirk. The officers leave, and Margaret watches me with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]] <<set $money -= 2000>><<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_tokens_buy.jpg"> I approach a man in a leather jacket who is strolling through the arcade, observing the machines and the players. As I get closer, he glances my way with a curious expression. “Need some tokens?” he asks, his voice barely rising above the din of the arcade. I nod, glancing at the row of colorful token dispensers behind him. “Three bucks each. What do you want?” I reach into my pocket, feeling the crumpled bills as I weigh my options. The allure of the machines draws me in, each one promising a chance at victory—if I can only gather enough tokens. <ul> <li>[[Buy 1 token for $3|Buy Token]]</li> <li>[[Buy 5 tokens for $15|Buy 5 Tokens]]</li> <li>[[Buy 10 tokens for $30|Buy 10 Tokens]]</li> <<if $tokens > 0>><li>[[Sell some tokens|Sell Tokens]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Leave without buying any tokens|Arcade]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_tokens_buy.jpg"> I pull out three dollars and hand them to him. “One token coming right up,” he says, sliding a shiny token across to me. The metal feels cool in my hand, glinting under the dim lights of the arcade. <<set $money -= 3>><<set $tokens += 1>> [[Return to the arcade|Arcade]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_tokens_buy.jpg"> I pull out fifteen dollars and hand them to the man in the leather jacket. “Five tokens coming right up,” he says, counting the cash before sliding five shiny tokens across to me. The metal feels cool in my hand, glinting under the dim lights of the arcade. <<set $money -= 15>><<set $tokens += 5>> [[Return to the arcade|Arcade]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_tokens_buy.jpg"> I pull out thirty dollars and hand them to the man in the leather jacket. “Ten tokens coming right up,” he says, counting the cash before sliding ten shiny tokens across to me. The metal feels cool in my hand, glinting under the dim lights of the arcade. <<set $money -= 30>><<set $tokens += 10>> [[Return to the arcade|Arcade]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_interior.jpg"> As I step deeper into the arcade, the vibrant lights and sounds of various machines draw me in. I glance around, taking in the array of games: racing machines revving with engine roars, fighting games where players are locked in intense duels, and the familiar chime of a Slot Machine enticing players with its promise of quick wins. My eyes settle on the gleaming Slot Machine, its colorful graphics flashing as it beckons me closer. The thought of spinning the reels fills me with anticipation. I have <<print $tokens>> tokens. <ul> <<if $tokens >= 1>><li>[[Play the Slot Machine (1 token)|Play Slot Machine]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Arcade]]</li> <li>[[Leave the arcade|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/slot_machine.jpg"/> I approach the Slot Machine and insert my token with a sense of anticipation. The machine lights up as I pull the lever, and I can almost hear the cheers of other players in my mind. “Good luck!” I whisper to myself as the reels begin to spin. <<set $tokens -= 1>> I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as the reels slow down, revealing my fate. <<set $slotOutcome = Math.random()>> <<if $slotOutcome < 0.50>>I watch in disappointment as the reels stop, showing nothing but blank spaces. Just my luck. <ul> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Play Game Arcade]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $slotOutcome < 0.75>>I see a small win—a pair of cherries! I gain back 3 tokens.<<set $tokens += 3>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Play Game Arcade]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $slotOutcome < 0.90>>I can't believe it—I hit a small jackpot! I win 10 tokens!<<set $tokens += 10>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Play Game Arcade]]</li> </ul> <<elseif $slotOutcome < 0.98>>The reels align perfectly, and I win 50 tokens! What a surprise!<<set $tokens += 50>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Play Game Arcade]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/jackpot.jpg"/> My heart races as I realize I've hit the grand jackpot! I win 1000 tokens! <<set $tokens += 1000>> <ul> <li>[[Return to the arcade|Play Game Arcade]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/arcade/arcade_tokens_buy.jpg"> I decide to sell some of my tokens. I currently have <<print $tokens>> tokens. “How many do you want to sell?” the man in the leather jacket asks, nodding as he prepares to take my tokens. “I’ll give you $2 for each token.” <input type="number" id="tokensToSell" min="1" max="<<print $tokens>>" placeholder="Enter number of tokens" /> <button onclick="sellTokens()">Sell Tokens</button> [[Return to the arcade|Arcade]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"> I take a seat at a table in the diner. On the tabletop lies a menu, its pages slightly worn from frequent use. The cozy ambiance around me creates a welcoming atmosphere, and I feel ready to indulge in something tasty. <ul> <li>[[Study the menu and order something|Diner Order Food]]</li> <li>[[Stand up and leave the table|Diner]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/bathroom.jpg"> I push open the door to the bathroom, greeted by the faint scent of cleaning supplies. The dim light flickers overhead as I step inside. The small space feels cramped, but it's functional. The walls are covered in white tiles, reflecting the light, while the stall doors are a striking red, creating a stark contrast. I glance around, noticing the empty stalls. The sound of running water echoes faintly. <ul> <li>[[Use the toilet|Use Toilet]]</li> <li>[[Return to the diner|Diner]]</li> </ul>

I enter a stall, closing the door behind me. I sit on the toilet, pull down my panties, and relieve myself. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After taking care of business, I feel a sense of relief. Once I'm done, I wash my hands at the sink, the cool water refreshing against my skin. I glance at my reflection in the mirror for a moment, making sure I look presentable. With my hands dried, I turn and head back to the diner, ready to continue my day. <ul> <li>[[Return to the diner|Diner]]</li> </ul>

I take a moment to study the menu at "The Atomic Grill," weighing the various options before making my choice. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/veggie_burger.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Vegetarian Burger with Black Beans and Avocado ($8.00)|Order Vegetarian Burger]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/classic_cheeseburger.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Classic Cheeseburger with Lettuce, Tomatoes, and Sauce ($10.00)|Order Cheeseburger]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/club_sandwich.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Club Sandwich with Turkey, Bacon, and Avocado ($9.00)|Order Club Sandwich]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/tuna_sandwich.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order a Tuna Sandwich with Mayonnaise ($7.00)|Order Tuna Sandwich]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/nachos.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Nachos with Cheese and Guacamole ($6.00)|Order Nachos]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/fries.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order French Fries ($3.00)|Order Fries]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/caesar_salad.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Caesar Salad with Chicken ($8.00)|Order Caesar Salad]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/chocolate_cake.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Chocolate Cake with Ice Cream ($5.00)|Order Chocolate Cake]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/apple_pie.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Apple Pie with Vanilla Sauce ($4.00)|Order Apple Pie]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/slums/diner/menu/coffee.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Order Coffee ($2.00)|Order Coffee]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the diner|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Vegetarian Burger with Black Beans and Avocado. A few moments later, she returns with my meal, setting the plate down in front of me. The burger looks delicious, with a perfectly grilled black bean patty, fresh slices of avocado, crisp lettuce, and juicy tomatoes all nestled in a soft, toasted bun. I take a moment to appreciate the vibrant colors before digging in. The rich, earthy flavor of the black beans combined with the creaminess of the avocado bursts in my mouth, making for a satisfying and delicious meal. After finishing my burger and the crispy fries, I feel pleasantly full. I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, ready to leave. <<set $money -= 8>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Classic Cheeseburger with Lettuce, Tomatoes, and Sauce. A few moments later, she returns with my meal, placing the plate in front of me. The cheeseburger looks mouthwatering, with a juicy beef patty, melted cheese, fresh lettuce, ripe tomatoes, and a generous drizzle of sauce all sandwiched between a toasted bun. I take a moment to admire the delicious creation before taking my first bite. The flavors blend perfectly—the savory beef, creamy cheese, and crisp vegetables create a delightful explosion in my mouth. The accompanying fries are perfectly golden and crunchy, complementing my meal wonderfully. After enjoying every bite, I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, satisfied and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 10>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Club Sandwich with Turkey, Bacon, and Avocado. A few moments later, she returns with my meal, setting the plate down in front of me. The sandwich looks delicious, stacked high with layers of tender turkey, crispy bacon, creamy avocado, and fresh lettuce, all held together with toasted bread. I take a moment to appreciate the towering sandwich before taking a bite. The combination of flavors is heavenly—the savory turkey, salty bacon, and smooth avocado meld perfectly, while the crunch of the lettuce adds a refreshing touch. The accompanying potato chips provide a satisfying crunch with each bite. After savoring every mouthful, I set down my plate, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling full and content. <<set $money -= 9>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Tuna Sandwich with Mayonnaise. A few moments later, she returns with my meal, placing the plate in front of me. The sandwich looks appetizing, filled with a generous portion of creamy tuna salad, enhanced by a touch of mayonnaise and crisp lettuce, all nestled between two slices of fresh bread. I take a moment to admire the sandwich before taking a bite. The flavor of the tuna combined with the smooth mayonnaise is comforting and satisfying, while the lettuce adds a refreshing crunch. The accompanying pickles add a tangy contrast, making each bite delightful. After finishing the sandwich, I set down my plate, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling satisfied and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 7>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for Nachos with Cheese and Guacamole. A few moments later, she returns with my meal, placing a vibrant plate of nachos in front of me. The golden tortilla chips are generously topped with melted cheese, fresh guacamole, and a sprinkle of jalapeños, making the dish look utterly tempting. I take a moment to appreciate the colorful presentation before diving in. The combination of warm, cheesy nachos and the cool, creamy guacamole creates a perfect balance of flavors and textures. Each bite is a delightful crunch, enhanced by the richness of the cheese and the freshness of the guacamole. After enjoying every last chip, I set down my plate, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, satisfied and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 6>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for French Fries. A few moments later, she returns with a generous serving of golden, crispy fries, placing the dish in front of me. The fries are perfectly fried, their exterior crunchy and golden brown, while the inside is soft and fluffy. I can’t resist the tempting aroma as I reach for one. Each fry is seasoned just right, making them a delightful snack. The satisfaction of biting into the warm, crispy potatoes fills me with comfort. After savoring every last fry, I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, content and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 3>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Caesar Salad with Chicken. A few moments later, she returns with a vibrant bowl of salad, placing it in front of me. The salad is a colorful mix of crisp romaine lettuce, juicy grilled chicken strips, crunchy croutons, and a generous sprinkle of Parmesan cheese, all drizzled with creamy Caesar dressing. I take a moment to appreciate the fresh ingredients before diving in. Each bite is a delightful combination of flavors—the savory chicken, tangy dressing, and crisp greens create a refreshing and satisfying meal. The croutons add a satisfying crunch, making each mouthful a pleasure. After finishing the salad, I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling nourished and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 8>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Chocolate Cake with Ice Cream. A few moments later, she returns with a delightful slice of rich chocolate cake, elegantly garnished with a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream on the side. The cake looks indulgent, its glossy chocolate frosting glistening under the light. I take a moment to admire the dessert before diving in. The cake is moist and decadent, with a deep chocolate flavor that pairs perfectly with the smooth, cold ice cream. Each bite is a heavenly combination of warm cake and cold ice cream, melting together in a blissful harmony of flavors. After savoring every last bite, I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling satisfied and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 5>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for an Apple Pie with Vanilla Sauce. A few moments later, she returns with a warm slice of pie, its golden crust perfectly flaky and slightly dusted with sugar. The aroma of baked apples fills the air, enticing my senses. I take a moment to appreciate the dessert before taking my first bite. The apple filling is tender and sweet, bursting with flavor, while the vanilla sauce adds a creamy richness that elevates the dish. Each mouthful is a comforting blend of warmth and sweetness, making for a delightful treat. After enjoying the last bites, I set down my fork, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling content and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 4>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/diner/table.jpg"/> I call over the waitress and place my order for a Coffee. A few moments later, she returns with a steaming cup, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The dark liquid glistens in the light, promising a warm and invigorating experience. I take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me. The coffee is strong yet smooth, with just the right amount of bitterness that awakens my senses. I savor the comforting warmth of the cup in my hands, enjoying the moment of relaxation it brings. After finishing my drink, I set down the cup, wipe my mouth, and stand up from the table, feeling energized and ready to leave. <<set $money -= 2>> [[Get up from the table|Diner]]

I hand over the $20 to the indifferent attendant, who finally looks up from their phone long enough to hand me a set of keys. "Room 12," he mutter before returning to their device, leaving me to wonder about the warmth of hospitality in this place. <img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/key.jpg"/> As I grip the cold metal keys, a small flicker of hope ignites within me. Perhaps this dim, worn-out hostel will provide me with a much-needed refuge from the chaos outside. <<set $hostelroomBooked = true>><ul> <li>[[Enter my room|Room 12]]</li> <li>[[Return to the hostel|Hostel]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/room_12.jpg"/> I step into Room 12, a relatively large space filled with a sense of camaraderie. Bunk beds line both walls, their metal frames creaking softly, creating a cozy yet crowded atmosphere. At the far end of the room, a window offers a view of the street, where the hustle and bustle of city life can be heard faintly. The air is tinged with a faint smell of dust, and the faint hum of an old fan provides a soothing background noise. <ul> <li>[[Rest on the bed|Hostel Rest]]</li> <li>[[Take a shower|Hostel Shower]]</li> <li>[[Sleep|Hostel Sleep]]</li> <li>[[Return to the hostel|Hostel]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/rest.jpg"/> I lie down on the bed, sinking into its embrace as I allow the exhaustion of the day to wash over me. As I close my eyes, the world fades away, and I drift into a deep sleep. A couple of hours pass, and I wake up feeling refreshed and full of energy. Stretching my limbs, I get out of bed, ready to face whatever awaits me outside the room. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Get out of bed|Room 12]]

I walk into the small bathroom attached to the room, feeling the slight chill of the air against my skin. I close the door behind me, ensuring my privacy. The shower area is cramped, with faded tiles that tell stories of many past guests. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\shower\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I undress quickly, the fabric slipping away to reveal my skin, and step into the shower. I turn on the tap, welcoming the warm water as it cascades down, washing away the weariness of the day. The sound of the water creates a soothing rhythm, and for a moment, I feel the tension begin to dissolve. After a refreshing shower, I dry off and put on my clothes again, feeling rejuvenated. With a final glance in the mirror, I leave the bathroom and return to the comfort of my room. [[Return to Room|Room 12]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/hostel/sleep.jpg"/> I comfortably lie down on the bed, covering myself with the blanket up to my neck, hesitating to undress since there are other people in the room. The faint sounds of breathing and murmurs around me lull me to sleep. I wake up early in the morning, the bed proving to be less than comfortable, but I still feel well-rested overall. Stretching my limbs, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. After a quick check of my belongings, I pack my things and prepare to leave the hostel, knowing my rental period for the bed has come to an end. <ul> <li>[[Leave the hostel|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $currentTime = 0>><<set $drunkenness = 0>><<set $dayNumber += 1>><<set $rentPaid = false>><<set $hostelroomBooked = false>>

As I approach the photographer, I try to catch his attention. He glances up from his camera, eyes scanning me briefly before he gestures toward a chair. <img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/photographer_talk.jpg"> "Take a seat," he says, motioning to a simple stool nearby. I sit down, feeling his gaze on me as he takes a seat on another stool directly across from me. "I was wondering if you're looking for any models?" I ask, my voice steady despite the slightly intimidating atmosphere of the studio. He leans forward slightly, considering my words. "Good models are always needed for ad campaigns," he responds, nodding thoughtfully. "Why don't you turn around for me, strike a few poses?" he adds, settling back to assess me. <<if $attractiveness >= 20 or $fashionistaAbility>> He watches intently as I stand and pose, his eyes narrowing in thought. After a few moments, a faint smile plays on his lips. "You know, there's something about your look. If you're interested, we can discuss some work," he offers, sounding intrigued. <ul> <li>[[Discuss work|Model Contract]]</li> <li>[[Leave the studio|Slums]]</li></ul> <<else>> I follow his instructions, but as I spin and pose, his expression becomes neutral. After a brief pause, he nods once, though his tone cools. "Uh-huh. Yeah, great," he says, clearly disinterested. "But right now, we're not looking for anyone for ad work." His gaze flicks back to his camera, already signaling the conversation is over. "I've got a lot of work, so if you'll excuse me," he adds, dismissing me with a wave. <ul> <li>[[Leave the studio|Slums]]</li></ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/order_hookah.jpg"> I call over a waiter, who approaches me with a warm smile. "What can I get for you today?" he asks, his tone friendly and professional. "I’ll have a hookah, please," I reply, glancing at the menu before settling on a flavor. After a brief moment, he nods and heads off to prepare my order. The atmosphere in the lounge is calming as I wait, the soft music and gentle murmurs of conversation blending with the sweet scent of flavored smoke from other tables. A few moments later, the waiter returns, carefully placing a beautifully decorated hookah on the table before me. "Enjoy," he says before stepping away. <img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/smoke_hookah.jpg"> I take a slow, deep inhale, letting the smooth, flavored smoke fill my lungs. The taste is sweet, with just the right hint of spice. Time seems to melt away as I relax, savoring the experience. After some time, the waiter returns with a polite smile. "That’ll be 10 dollars." I reach into my bag and hand him the money. "Thank you, it was great," I say with a satisfied smile, and he nods in acknowledgment before heading back to tend to other tables. <<set $money -= 10>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> With the lingering taste of the hookah still on my lips, I stand, gather my things, and make my way to the exit. <ul> <li>[[Leave the lounge|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/trainer_talk.jpg"> I approach the trainer and ask about the possibility of training. He takes a moment to assess me, his gaze appraising. "Why don’t you spin around for me?" he says, his tone serious. <<if $fitness >= 20 or $athleteAbility>> He nods, clearly approving of what he sees. "Not bad at all," he states. "Your body’s in decent shape. I can definitely work with you. Each session will cost you 30 dollars. Are you interested?" <ul> <li>[[Agree to train|Start Training]]</li> <li>[[Say I'll think about it|Boxing Gym]]</li> </ul> <<else>> He watches me closely as I turn, then shakes his head slightly. "You’ve got a bit too much softness to you," he comments. "I recommend hitting a regular gym first. Once you’ve built some strength, I’d be happy to train you. Until then, it wouldn’t make much sense." <ul> <li>[[Return to the gym|Boxing Gym]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

I approach one of the boxing rings and watch as two massive, muscular Black men spar against each other. Their movements are quick and precise, each punch thrown with confidence and power. The sound of their gloves connecting and the grunts of effort fill the air, creating an electrifying atmosphere. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\boxing_gym\sparring\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I stand captivated by their skill and intensity, noting how seamlessly they evade each other's strikes while delivering powerful counters. After a few minutes of watching, I step back from the ring, feeling the energy of the gym all around me. <ul> <li>[[Step back from the ring|Boxing Gym]]</li> <li>[[Leave the gym|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/talk_to_bouncer.jpg"> I walk up to the bouncer, who watches me with a bored expression. "Can I go inside?" I ask, trying to sound confident. He raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "This is a strip club, not a playground for kids." I straighten my back and respond firmly, "I'm not a kid." He chuckles, clearly unimpressed. "Not a kid, huh?" He pauses for a moment before leaning back slightly. "Alright, spin around for me." I let out a quiet sigh but comply, turning around as he watches me with a critical eye. After a moment, he nods, seemingly satisfied. "Alright, you can go in. But behave yourself." "Thanks," I mutter, stepping past him and heading into the club. <ul> <li>[[Enter the club|Inside Eden]]</li> </ul>

<<if $squatPermit>><img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_interior.jpg"> I step into the building, my footsteps echoing off the cracked tiles and broken glass scattered across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and decay. Faint whispers of movement can be heard deeper inside, hinting at the presence of others. Feeling a sense of determination, I decide to venture further into the squat, seeking the living quarters where I might find a sense of community. <ul> <li>[[Proceed deeper into the squat|Squat Living Quarters]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_interior.jpg"> I step into the building, my footsteps echoing off the cracked tiles and broken glass scattered across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and decay, and faint whispers of movement can be heard deeper inside. As I take in my surroundings, a man approaches—his clothes tattered, his face worn with the hardships of life on the streets. He eyes me up and down with a smirk, then sneers, "What’s a sweet ass like yours doing here?" I feel a prickle of unease, but I manage to respond calmly, "Just looking around." <ul> <li>[[Talk to the man|Talk to Homeless Man]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_homelessman.jpg"> The man leans in closer, his breath heavy with the stench of alcohol. He chuckles and says, "If you ain't got nowhere to sleep, you could crash here in the squat. But... you’ll have to suck me off for the favor." His grin widens as he waits for my reaction. <ul> <li>[[Agree to his terms|Agree to Homeless Man]]</li> <li>[[Tell him you're not interested|Refuse Homeless Man]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_homelessman.jpg"> I hesitated for a moment before asking, "One blowjob, and I can sleep here?" He nodded, grinning, "Yeah, that's the deal." "Okay, fine, I'll do it," I replied, trying to stay calm despite the uncomfortable situation. "Then get to work," the man said, his voice rough as he watched me closely. I slowly got down on my knees in front of him. He looked down at me and added with a smirk, "Take off your top." I quickly pulled my top over my head, tossing it aside, now standing there in just my bra. The man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stepping closer until he was right in front of me. He rubbed it across my face, smirking as he said, "You're lucky I washed it this morning." Then, he ordered me to open my mouth. Without hesitation, he pushed his cock between my lips. I placed my hands on his thighs and began to suck, doing my best to please him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\squat\homeless_bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Soon, the man grabbed my head and started cumming in my mouth. I pulled away and spat out his semen. He frowned and said, "That's not very polite, but I'll forgive you this time." He then added, "You can stay here for the night if you want." After that, he tucked his cock back into his pants and disappeared deeper into the squat. <<set $squatPermit = true>><<set $squatBj = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>> [[Stand Up|Enter Squat]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_homelessman.jpg"> I shake my head firmly, saying, "I'm not interested in your offer." He lets out a loud laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit space around us. "Relax, I was just joking!" he replies, a smirk on his face. His tone shifts slightly as he gestures around the squat. "This place is for people with tough stories. If you need a place to sleep, you can stay here too." With that, he turns and walks deeper into the shadows of the squat, leaving me alone to ponder my options. <<set $squatPermit = true>> [[Go back|Enter Squat]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/squat_living_quarters.jpg"> I proceed deeper into the squat and find myself in a living area where several homeless individuals reside. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of camaraderie and shared struggle, but the surroundings are rough—makeshift bedding and scattered belongings create a chaotic yet familiar scene. In the corner, I notice a free mattress inviting me to sit down and rest for a moment. <ul> <li>[[Sit on the mattress|Sit on Mattress]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return to the entrance|Enter Squat]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/mattress.jpg"> I settle onto the not-so-clean mattress, taking a moment to survey my surroundings. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of unwashed bodies and a mixture of despair and resilience. People sit in small groups, talking quietly or lost in their thoughts. The mattress is surprisingly comfortable, despite its condition. I feel a sense of weariness wash over me as I consider my options. <ul> <li>[[Lie down and sleep on the mattress|Sleep on Mattress]]</li> <li>[[Get up from the mattress|Squat Living Quarters]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/squat/sleeping.jpg"> I lie down on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position despite its uncleanliness. As I settle in, I find a pillow that appears to be relatively clean and place it under my head, providing a bit more comfort. The thin fabric feels rough against my skin, but exhaustion takes over as I close my eyes. The ambient sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional rustle of movement around me create a strange lullaby. I awaken early in the morning at dawn, feeling slightly more refreshed, though sleep was less than comfortable. Overall, I still managed to get some rest. I sit up, surveying the room and considering my next move. <ul> <li>[[Get up from the mattress|Squat Living Quarters]]</li> </ul> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $currentTime = 0>><<set $drunkenness = 0>><<set $dayNumber += 1>><<set $rentPaid = false>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/trainer_talk.jpg"> I nod, my excitement bubbling to the surface. "I’m definitely interested in training," I say, my voice steady. The trainer's face breaks into a slight smile, a sign of approval. "Great choice. Follow me," he instructs, turning on his heel and leading me toward a small office tucked away in the corner of the gym. The walls are adorned with posters of famous boxers, their fierce expressions capturing the essence of the sport. As we reach the office, he steps inside briefly, rummaging through some paperwork. A moment later, he returns, holding out a card with a gym logo emblazoned on it. "Here you go. This card gives you access to the gym facilities," he explains, handing it to me. "You can start your boxing training now. Just show this card whenever you come in," he adds, nodding toward the gym area filled with equipment and eager fighters. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small key, handing it to me. "This is your locker key. Inside, you’ll find your boxing gear and gloves," he says, ensuring I understand its importance. I take the card and key, feeling a rush of anticipation. "Thank you so much!" I exclaim, a genuine smile spreading across my face. With my new training plan set in motion, I turn to leave. <<set $boxingTraining = true>> As I walk away from the trainer, I can’t help but feel a spark of motivation igniting within me, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead in my boxing journey. <ul> <li>[[Return to the gym|Boxing Gym]]</li> </ul>

I head to the locker room, excitement buzzing in my veins. I quickly undress, using the key to unlock my locker. Inside, I find a black sports top, gray shorts, and a pair of boxing gloves. As I put them on, I notice how tight the clothes are; the shorts barely cover my behind. Despite the snug fit, I muster my confidence and leave the locker room, making my way to the training area. <img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/training_room.jpg"> Approaching the trainer, he looks me over and asks, "Do you have 30 dollars for the training session?" <<if $money >= 30>> "Yes, I have the money," I reply, feeling a mix of excitement and determination. I reach into my pocket and hand over the cash. <ul> <li>[[Give the money to the trainer|Boxing Training]]</li> </ul> <<else>> "I’ll come back when I have the money," I say, trying to keep my tone light despite the disappointment. <ul> <li>[[Leave the gym|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/training_session.jpg"> I hand the trainer 30 dollars, feeling a rush of excitement as he pockets the cash. "Great! Let’s get started," he says, leading me to a corner of the gym where a large heavy bag hangs from the ceiling, swaying slightly in the air. As we begin, he shows me the proper stance, feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. "Keep your hands up and protect your face," he instructs, demonstrating the correct position. I mimic his movements, feeling the weight of the gloves on my hands. The trainer guides me through a series of basic punches—jabs, crosses, and hooks—emphasizing the importance of technique. "Focus on your form," he advises, watching closely as I throw each punch. I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead as I work on my accuracy and power. After a few rounds of practice, he encourages me to hit the heavy bag, showing me how to combine the punches into a fluid sequence. I throw my fists into the bag, feeling the satisfying thud with each strike. "That’s it! Keep that energy up!" he cheers, motivating me to push through the fatigue. By the end of the session, I’m drenched in sweat, my muscles burning but energized from the workout. "Thank you so much for the lesson!" I exclaim, wiping the sweat from my brow. The trainer nods with a smile, clearly pleased with my effort. <<set $money -= 30>><<set $fitness += 2>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $boxingfirstTraining = true>> Feeling accomplished, I make my way to the showers, ready to wash away the exhaustion of the training. <ul> <li>[[Take a shower|Boxing Shower]]</li> </ul>

I step into the locker room, feeling the remnants of sweat still clinging to my skin. Quickly, I undress and grab a towel, making my way to the shower area. Fortunately, it's empty, allowing me a moment of solitude. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\shower\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Under the warm water, I wash away the fatigue from my workout, the soap lathering over my skin, rejuvenating me with each drop. I take my time, enjoying the peacefulness and the soothing sensation of the water cascading over my body. After a thorough rinse, I finally turn off the shower and step out, wrapping myself in the towel. I head back to the locker room, where I slip into my street clothes, feeling refreshed and ready to face the world outside. With a final glance around the gym, I make my way out, stepping back into the bustling life of the streets. <ul> <li>[[Return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/photographer_talk.jpg"> "I'm definitely interested in the work if I qualify," I reply, leaning forward slightly in my seat. The photographer nods, a businesslike expression crossing his face. "We get various ad contracts periodically. If you're interested, we can sign you up for potential shoots," he says, reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a contract along with a pen. "This doesn't commit you to anything," he explains, sliding the paper across the desk toward me. "It just makes you an official model with us, so we can call you when work comes in." I pick up the contract and carefully read through it. There’s nothing suspicious or concerning, just standard terms for being contacted about modeling gigs. After giving it one last glance, I pick up the pen and sign my name at the bottom. <img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/contract_signing.jpg"> The photographer takes the contract back, scanning it briefly before nodding in satisfaction. "All set. You can come by here to check if we have any ad work available," he says, placing the signed document on his desk. "I'll need to get this notarized," he adds, standing up. "So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back shortly." With that, he steps out of the room, leaving me alone for a moment. <<set $flashpointJob = true>> With nothing else to do, I get up and leave the photo studio, stepping back out into the streets. <ul> <li>[[Return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/photographer_talk.jpg"><<if $photoshootCola>> I approach the photographer and ask if there's any work available at the moment. He gives me a brief glance before shaking his head. "Not at the moment," he says, his tone indifferent. "You’ve already taken the last open contract. I'll let you know if something else comes up, but for now, there's nothing." He returns to his work, dismissing me with a nod toward the door. <ul> <li>[[Leave the studio|Slums]]</li></ul> <<else>> I approach the photographer and ask if there's any work available at the moment. He glances over at a stack of folders on his desk, rifling through them briefly. "Actually, yes," he replies after a moment, pulling out a folder. "There's an open contract for an advertisement. Nothing too fancy, but it's decent work." He looks up at me, his tone professional. "Interested?" <ul> <li>[[Take a look at the contract|Cola Contract]]</li> <li>[[Say maybe another time|Slums]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/photographer_talk.jpg"> I take a look at the contract, and it turns out to be an advertisement offer for a soda brand. The requirements are simple: I would need to wear short shorts, a crop top, and boxing gloves featuring the soda company's logo. "For this shoot, you'll get 200 dollars," the photographer adds, watching me closely as I read through the details. I consider the offer for a moment, weighing my options. <ul> <li>[[Agree to the photoshoot|Cola Photoshoot]]</li> <li>[[Say I'll think about it|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/contract_signing.jpg"> "I agree to the terms," I say, signing the contract with a confident stroke, though a slight nervousness bubbles underneath. This is new territory for me, but I remind myself that this is just another step forward. The photographer gives me a nod of approval. "Excellent. Head to the dressing room, and someone will get you ready," he instructs, his voice calm but professional. I follow his direction and make my way toward the back of the studio, where the dressing room is located. Inside, a makeup artist is waiting, her hands already moving quickly, efficiently. "Let’s get you camera-ready," she says, with a soft smile, pulling out a few brushes and palettes. I sit down in the chair, watching her work as she touches up my face with light makeup. She works silently, and I can feel her focus on making everything perfect. Once she’s done, she steps back and inspects her work before nodding with satisfaction. "You’re good to go," she says, setting out the outfit for the shoot—a pair of snug red shorts with white stripes, a matching crop top with the soda brand’s name on it, and a pair of boxing gloves. I glance at the items on the table, taking in the reality of it. It’s definitely more revealing than I expected. "These are… pretty small," I murmur to myself, touching the fabric before I start getting undressed. It feels a little strange to be naked in the dressing room, knowing I’m about to step into an outfit that covers almost nothing. But I push the thoughts aside. I slip into the shorts first, adjusting the waistband. They hug my hips tightly, the material clinging to my skin and barely covering anything. Next, I pull the crop top over my head. It’s even more revealing, showing off a lot of my stomach. Finally, I tug on the boxing gloves, tightening the straps around my wrists. "Well… here goes nothing," I mutter, giving myself one last look in the mirror. I’ve definitely never worn anything like this before, but I can’t back out now. I step out of the dressing room, my heart beating a little faster as I approach the photographer. He’s standing near a bright red backdrop, and his eyes light up when he sees me in the outfit. "Perfect. Let’s get started," he says, motioning for me to stand on the marked spot in front of the backdrop. <img src="img/locations/slums/photo_studio/cola_contract.jpg"> "Alright," I say, feeling a bit more confident now as I take my position. The lights shine down on me, and the camera is ready. "Start with a few poses. Turn around, let’s see some movement," he instructs, holding the camera to his eye. I spin, feeling the fabric of the shorts move against my skin, my body warming up under the lights. I throw a few punches into the air, feeling the gloves’ weight as I move, trying to remember the form I learned from the boxing trainer. "How’s this?" I ask, glancing toward the photographer. The sound of the camera shutter snapping fills the room. "Perfect. Keep it up," he encourages, his voice firm but impressed. I continue, striking different poses—some playful, some intense—doing my best to bring out the energy of the brand. The whole experience feels almost surreal, like stepping into a different version of myself for the camera. But the flashes keep coming, and soon I lose myself in the moment. Eventually, the photographer lowers the camera and smiles. "That’s a wrap. You did really well, especially for your first shoot," he compliments, and I feel a swell of pride. "Thanks, that was actually kind of fun," I admit, surprised by how much I enjoyed it. He hands me 200 dollars in crisp bills. "Here’s your payment. Keep an eye out for more opportunities like this," he says, a hint of encouragement in his tone. I slip the money into my pocket, glancing at the boxing gloves still on my hands. I pull them off slowly, feeling the adrenaline start to fade. "Thanks again," I say, and he gives me a short nod. I make my way back to the dressing room. Once inside, I strip out of the branded outfit, feeling the slight chill of the air against my skin again. After slipping back into my regular clothes, I take a deep breath, feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement. It’s done. My first real photoshoot. <<set $money += 200>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $photoshootCola = true>> With that, I leave the studio, already wondering what other opportunities might come next. <ul> <li>[[Return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/interior_eden.jpg"> As I step inside Eden, I'm immediately enveloped by the pulsating rhythm of music that vibrates through the air. The dimly lit room is awash in shades of deep purple and blue, creating an atmosphere that feels both intoxicating and mysterious. The bar stretches along one side, illuminated by the colorful glow of neon lights that reflect off the polished surfaces of bottles. A group of patrons sits at the bar, laughing and enjoying their drinks, while a few others lounge in the plush seating areas, their attention focused on the stage. In front of me, the stage is adorned with shimmering curtains, hinting at the performances to come. Dancers move gracefully, their bodies illuminated by the soft spotlight that captures every curve and sway. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and anticipation, adding to the allure of the environment. As I take a moment to soak in the scene, a server approaches, offering a warm smile. "What can I get you to drink?" they ask, ready to take my order. <ul> <li>[[Order a drink|Eden Order Drink]]</li> <li>[[Watch the strip show|Eden Watch Show]]</li> <li>[[Leave the club|Slums]]</li></ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/strip_club/bar.jpg"> I approach the bar, feeling the vibrant energy of the club swirl around me. The bar is alive with activity, and the bartender, a cheerful individual with a friendly demeanor, greets me as I reach the counter. "I’d like a cocktail, please," I say, scanning the colorful array of drinks behind the bar. The bartender nods enthusiastically and quickly grabs a shaker, mixing together a concoction of vibrant liquids. The sound of ice clinking and the rhythmic shake of the shaker blend seamlessly with the music that pulses in the background. After a moment, he pours the finished drink into a chilled glass, the vibrant colors swirling together in a visually appealing masterpiece. "Here you go! One delicious cocktail," he says, sliding the drink towards me. The glass is cool to the touch, and I can see tiny droplets of condensation forming on the outside. I take a sip, and the refreshing taste explodes on my palate—a perfect balance of sweetness and tang that sends a delightful shiver down my spine. I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the flavors as the music continues to pulse around me. With the drink in hand, I look back toward the stage, intrigued by the atmosphere and the performances unfolding before me. <ul> <li>[[Watch the strip show|Eden Watch Show]]</li> <li>[[Step back|Inside Eden]]</li></ul>

I stepped closer to the stage, where a tattooed blonde danced in revealing attire, accentuating her figure. Her high heels added to her confidence as she moved gracefully, captivating the audience. The male patrons were in awe, their eyes shining with interest and admiration. Tips in the form of crumpled bills and coins rained down at her feet, a sign of approval for her skill. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\strip_club\dance\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The stage lights reflected off her skin, creating playful glimmers that added to the enchantment of her performance. I couldn’t help but notice how she confidently engaged with the crowd, smiling and winking, making the men hang on to every glance. As I watched the show, I felt a mix of emotions: admiration for the artistry and a hint of embarrassment at the openness of it all. After enjoying the performance long enough, I stepped away from the stage, retreating to a more secluded spot in the club to reflect on the experience. <ul> <li>[[Step back|Inside Eden]]</li> <li>[[Order a drink|Eden Order Drink]]</li> <li>[[Leave the club|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/trainer_talk.jpg"> As I stand in the gym, catching my breath, I hear the trainer call out to me from across the room. I make my way through the bustling gym, weaving between fighters sparring and the sounds of punching bags being hit. When I reach him, I ask, "Did you need something?" "Yeah," he responds, looking me over with a thoughtful expression. "I’ve been watching you since your first training session. You’ve got potential, but to really improve, you should start taking some supplements." I shake my head, frowning. "I don’t want to take any steroids or anything like that," I say firmly. The trainer chuckles, shaking his head. "Nothing like that. I’m talking about something totally natural. Trust me, it’s good for you." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a large transparent bottle filled with a thick, white liquid. Handing it to me, he says, "This is a special blend for girls like you. Healthy, natural, and totally safe." <img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/gift.jpg"> I hesitate, taking the bottle from his hand. "How much do you want for it?" I ask, unsure. He gives me a wide grin. "It's a gift," he says, gesturing grandly. "From the whole gym, just for you." I smile softly, a little relieved. "Thank you, that's... really nice of you," I say. "No problem," he replies, then raises an eyebrow. "Feel like training right now?" I nod. "Yeah, I wouldn’t mind another session." "Good. Then go ahead and drink this supplement before you start. It'll give you a boost," he says, gesturing to the bottle. I glance down at it, feeling a bit unsure. "Just like this? From the bottle?" I ask. "No, it's too concentrated for that," he explains. "Come with me to my office, I’ll mix it up for you." I follow him into his small office, and he takes the bottle from me, pouring some of the thick liquid into a clear glass. He adds milk, then stirs the mixture until it becomes a smooth drink. Handing me the glass, he nods for me to try it. <img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/drink.jpg"> "Thanks," I say, lifting the glass to my lips and taking a sip. The drink is thick, with a strange, salty-sweet taste, a bit like the texture of warm, viscous milk but with a flavor reminiscent of... something else. Halfway through, I grimace slightly. "It’s not exactly tasty," I admit. The trainer chuckles. "It's good for you," he says with a grin. "And you’re a big girl, right? The taste doesn't matter as much as the benefits." I finish the drink, even though every gulp feels thicker than the last, leaving a strange aftertaste in my mouth. "Thanks," I say again, setting the glass down as I wipe my lips. "I guess it’s healthy, so that’s what matters." "Exactly," the trainer says, patting me on the back. "Now, go get changed and meet me back in the gym for your session." As I leave the office, I notice a group of boxers entering behind me, laughing loudly. Their laughter echoes as I head to the locker room to change, but I don’t think much of it. Once I’m changed into my training clothes, I return to the gym for another boxing session. I can feel the drink settling uneasily in my stomach, but I push through, focusing on the workout. <<set $fitness += 2>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $boxingDrink = true>> After a tough training session, I'm drenched in sweat, feeling the strain in my muscles. I thank the trainer and head to the showers, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion before finally leaving the gym <ul> <li>[[Return to the slums|Slums]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> I nod and say, "No problem, I’ll check the apartment." Margaret smiles gratefully and hands me a key along with a slip of paper containing the address. "Here’s the key, and the place is just a short walk away, near the Viva Napoli pizzeria," she explains. As I stand up to leave, she reaches into her purse and pulls out $25, offering it to me. "For your trouble. Thanks again for helping." I pocket the money, say goodbye, and leave her apartment, making my way toward the address she gave me. The walk is quick, and soon I’m standing in front of the building next to the familiar sign of Viva Napoli. I take the stairs up to the right floor and unlock the door with the key Margaret provided. <img src="img/locations/entrance/renovation.jpg"/> Inside, the apartment is in the middle of heavy renovation. The floor is cluttered with various building materials, and the smell of fresh paint fills the air. As I step further in, I hear the sound of brushes working against the walls. I walk into a spacious room and see two workers in blue overalls, busy painting the walls. "Hey!" I call out, and the men look up, slightly startled. One of them wipes his hands on a rag and asks, "Who are you?" "Margaret sent me to check how the renovations are going," I reply. The man nods, exchanging a quick glance with his colleague. "Everything’s fine here," he says with a small smile. Then he adds, "Since you're here, do you mind helping us out?" I raise an eyebrow. "How exactly?" "We’ve been working all day and could use something to eat. Think you could run down to Viva Napoli and grab us a pizza? We’ll give you the money, of course." <<set $money += 25>> [[Agree to get the pizza|Get pizza for workers]] [[Refuse and say you're not obligated to run errands|Renovation Refuse]]

"Sure, no problem," I say, and one of the workers gets up, pulling a crumpled $15 bill from his pocket. "Here, this should cover it." <img src="img/locations/entrance/renovation_pizza.jpg"/> I take the money and leave the apartment, heading downstairs and out toward the Viva Napoli pizzeria. Luckily, there aren’t many people inside, so I place the order quickly. After just a few minutes of waiting, the hot pizza is ready, and I head back to the apartment. When I return and step into the room, one of the workers immediately notices me and says, "Hey, you should take your shoes off." I raise an eyebrow and ask, "Why?" He points to the floor. "We spilled some paint. If you don’t want to mess up your shoes, better go barefoot." With a sigh, I slip off my shoes and walk barefoot into the room. I place the pizza on the wooden boards scattered across the floor, which seem to be doubling as their makeshift table. A bottle of some drink is already standing there, with a couple of glasses filled with a white liquid. "Alright, that’s the pizza. I’m heading out." But before I can leave, one of the workers calls out, "Wait, could you cut the pizza for us? Our hands are all covered in paint." [[Agree to cut the pizza|Cut pizza for the workers]] [[Refuse and say you're not going to do everything they ask|Renovation Refuse]]

I shake my head and say, "I'm not obligated to run errands for you." One of the workers shrugs, but I catch a smirk on his face. Without waiting for a response, I turn around and head for the door. As I step out, I hear one of them mutter, "Bitch." The word hits my ears, but I don’t bother turning back. I push the door closed behind me and start walking away from the apartment. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> The journey back to Margaret’s is quick, and soon I’m at her doorstep again. When she opens the door, I step inside and tell her, "The renovations are going fine. The workers are painting, and everything seems in order." Margaret smiles in relief. "Thank you so much for checking on it. I appreciate the help." <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $margaretRenovation = true>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

I let out a sigh and nod. "Alright, I’ll cut the pizza." I look at the workers. "Do you have a knife?" One of the men gestures lazily to a corner of the room. "Over there, in one of the boxes." I walk over and rummage through a few cardboard boxes before finding a slightly worn kitchen knife. Gripping it, I return to the pizza, kneeling down in front of it on the boards. I carefully slice the pizza into even pieces, my hands moving methodically as the smell of fresh bread and cheese wafts up. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once I’m done, I lean back slightly as the men put down their painting tools and sit around the makeshift table. I stay kneeling by the pizza as they start pouring the white drink into their glasses. One of them takes a sip and looks at me with a grin. "Want to join us? It’ll help you relax." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I glance at the glasses, hesitating. "What is it?" I ask. The man chuckles. "It’s a tasty drink. Good for lifting the mood." He raises his glass as if to toast. [[Agree to drink with them|Drink with workers]] [[Refuse and say it's time to go|Renovation Refuse Drink]]

Still kneeling, I give a small nod and say, "Alright, I’ll drink a little." One of the men grins and hands me a glass filled with the white liquid. <img src="img/locations/slums/boxing_gym/drink.jpg"> I take a sip, immediately recognizing the sharp taste of alcohol. It hits me faster than I expect, and within moments, I feel a wave of warmth spreading through my body, making me feel sluggish and weak. Before I can react, one of the men gets up and moves behind me. His hands land firmly on my shoulders, his fingers kneading into my skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I feel a tug as he pulls down one of the straps of my dress, exposing my shoulder. His rough fingers begin to massage the bare skin, while his other hand brazenly slides down to my chest, groping me through the fabric of my dress. [[Freeze and do nothing|Stay frozen in place]] [[Grab the knife from the table and tell him to back off|Grab the knife and defend]]

I shake my head and say, "No, thanks. I don’t have time for this." One of the workers gives a shrug, his smirk never fading. Without waiting for a reply, I stand up, turn away, and head for the door. As I step out of the room, I hear a soft laugh followed by a muttered, "What a prude." The words hang in the air for a moment, but I don’t bother reacting. I pull the door shut behind me and walk down the stairs, leaving the apartment behind. The walk back to Margaret’s place is uneventful. When I arrive, she greets me with her usual warm smile as I step inside. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> "The renovations are going fine. The workers are painting, and everything seems in order." I tell her. Margaret exhales, clearly relieved. "Thank you for taking care of that. I really appreciate it." <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> <<set $margaretRenovation = true>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

I sit there, paralyzed, my body refusing to move as a heavy mix of alcohol and shock courses through me. I feel the man’s hands roaming over my chest, his touch becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. My mind screams for me to push him away, but my limbs feel numb, as if they don’t belong to me anymore. He tightens his grip on my neck with one hand, the other slipping down my body. His fingers graze over my dress, brushing between my legs. I can feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric, and my heart pounds in my chest as fear tightens its grip on me. "Just relax, it'll feel good," he murmurs with a low chuckle, his voice dripping with arrogance. Before I can react, he hikes up my dress, exposing me completely. His hand finds its way to my bare slit, his fingers roughly teasing me. I feel a sharp twinge of humiliation, but my body still won’t respond. "She’s frozen like a doll," his friend comments, laughing as he watches from the corner. The sound of their laughter echoes in my ears, making me feel even smaller, powerless against their touch. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I remain frozen, my mind still reeling as the first man continues to grope my body. The sound of his friend's footsteps approaches, and I feel a wave of dread when he suddenly places his glass down on the floor, the soft clink echoing in the room. Without a word, the second man grabs the hem of my dress and roughly pulls it over my head, leaving me completely exposed. My heart pounds in my chest, and I try to will myself to fight back, but my limbs are still useless, paralyzed with fear. "Looks like it’s my turn now," the second man mutters with a grin, as they position me on the floorboards. The first man, who had been sitting behind me, pushes me down, making me sit on the same planks while his hands continue their invasive exploration of my body. My legs are forcibly spread wide, exposing my most vulnerable parts. The man behind me starts squeezing my breasts with his rough hands, leaning in to lick my nipples. His wet tongue flicks against my skin, sending waves of disgust through me. Meanwhile, the second man slides his hand between my thighs, his fingers playing cruelly with my slit as he smirks at the sight of my trembling body. "She's ready," he mutters to his friend, as if I’m just a thing for them to play with, both of them enjoying the humiliation they’re putting me through. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Before I can fully grasp what's happening, they pull me off the boards and force me onto my knees on the cold, hard floor. My body obeys, still paralyzed by shock and the lingering effects of the alcohol. "On your knees. Now suck," one of them commands, his voice low and threatening. Without thinking, I find myself following the order, my hands trembling as they reach for his hardening cock. My lips part and I begin to move, taking him into my mouth, the taste making my stomach churn. I try to block out the reality of the situation, focusing on the mechanical motion of my mouth sliding up and down his length. As I continue, I feel the other man behind me, his fingers slipping between my legs once again, roughly rubbing my slit. His touch is crude and invasive, but I can't stop him. I feel trapped in my own body, going through the motions without the will to resist. After a few moments, they switch. The first man pulls out of my mouth with a grunt, and the second one takes his place. His cock is just as hard, and I continue to polish it with my mouth, all while the first man keeps groping me from behind, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as if I belong to them. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> One of the men grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back sharply. He forces me onto all fours, my knees digging into the floor. I can’t fight back, my body still frozen in place, helpless to the situation unfolding around me. "Open up," he orders, shoving his cock back into my mouth with no hesitation. His grip tightens on my hair as he pulls me forward, forcing my head down along his length. I gag slightly, but he doesn’t let up, thrusting me onto him harder with each movement, controlling my every motion by my hair. Behind me, I feel the presence of his friend, and my breath hitches. I sense him position himself, his hands roughly spreading my legs further apart. Without warning, he thrusts into my slick entrance, burying himself deep inside me. A wave of humiliation washes over me as both men take control of my body, one in my mouth, the other inside me. The room is filled with the sound of their grunts and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, as my body is used between them, unable to do anything but endure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man in my mouth pulls back abruptly, leaving me gasping for air. He lets go of my hair and mutters, "I want a turn with her pussy." His friend, still thrusting inside me, grunts in agreement and pulls out. I barely have time to process what’s happening before the man lies down on the floorboards and roughly grabs me by the hips. He pulls me over him, positioning me above his cock, then forces me down onto him. His hands tighten their grip, making sure I stay in place as he thrusts up into me from below. I bounce on his lap, my body responding to his movements against my will, my legs straining to keep up with the pace he sets. The other man steps forward, his erection in front of my face again, and he grabs my chin roughly. "Open wide," he demands, trying to push his cock back into my mouth while I ride his friend. I barely manage to keep my balance as they both use me, one inside me, the other trying to take control of my mouth. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was straddling one of the men, his cock deep inside my pussy as I rode him, moving my hips up and down to match his rhythm. The other man stood in front of me, his cock in my mouth as I sucked him, focusing on the steady motion. Suddenly, the man I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth. Before I could react, I felt him move behind me. In a flash, I felt a sharp thrust as he forced himself into my ass, filling me completely from behind. “Now she’s all ours,” one of them growled, his voice dripping with arrogance. Now I was being taken from both ends at the same time, forced to continue riding the man beneath me while the one behind pounded into me. My body moved on autopilot, responding to their rough rhythm, even as waves of shame and helplessness washed over me. “How does that feel?” the man behind me taunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly, controlling the pace. I couldn’t escape or stop them, my body trapped between their relentless thrusts, simply going through the motions, overwhelmed by their rough treatment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man behind me, who was thrusting into my ass, let out a low chuckle. "Margaret sent us a perfect little slut," he said smugly, his grip tightening on my hips as he continued to push deeper. I managed to mumble through gasps, "I’m not… I’m not a slut," the words barely escaping my lips as they continued to take me from both ends, my body shaking from the force of their movements. Hearing my protest, the man behind me suddenly pulled out of my ass. I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt him move around to face me. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him. "Oh, really? Then why do you taste so good?" he sneered, pressing his cock against my lips before forcing it into my mouth. As he slid himself between my lips, he smirked down at me. "How do you like the taste of your own ass, huh?" His voice was full of mockery as he gripped my hair, holding me in place. I could taste the remnants of what had just happened, my body still trembling under their control, my mind swimming in humiliation as he pushed deeper into my mouth. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then I was roughly turned over, my body positioned between them. The man who had been lying underneath me now slid into my ass, his thrusts firm and unyielding. At the same time, the second man moved into position, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, exposing me completely. I gasped as both men began to take me simultaneously. The sensations overwhelmed me, each thrust sending waves of conflicting pleasure and humiliation through my body. The man in my ass pushed deeper, while the one in my pussy found a rhythm, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he drove into me. “Look at you,” the man above me taunted, his voice low and teasing. “So full, so eager for both of us.” His words only heightened the shame coursing through me as they used my body for their pleasure. I felt trapped, my body responding to their movements even as my mind screamed for escape. Their thrusts grew faster and more aggressive, each penetrating me deeper, stretching me in ways I never imagined. I tried to focus on something, anything, to block out the humiliation of being so thoroughly owned by both men at once. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, they both pulled their cocks out of me, leaving me gasping for breath as I knelt on the cold floor. Without warning, they positioned me on my knees, forcing me to look up at them. As they stood over me, I felt a rush of humiliation wash over me. They began to cum, hot streams of their release splattering across my face. I could feel the warmth of their fluids dripping down my cheeks, mixing with my own shame and degradation. “Look at that, such a good little slut,” one of them mocked, laughter echoing in the room as they reveled in my submission. “This is what you wanted, right?” I felt utterly exposed, my heart racing as I tried to process the overwhelming sensations and the reality of my situation. The warmth on my skin was a stark reminder of their control, a final mark of ownership that left me feeling both degraded and trapped. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was already kneeling, breathing heavily after just finishing sucking them off. My face was drenched in their cum, warm droplets still dripping from my chin onto my chest. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, but one of them stopped me with a smirk. "Clean us up, we’re all messy now," he said, nudging me closer. The other added, "Come on, don’t be shy. We’re waiting." With my heart pounding and a tremble in my body, I obediently began licking the cum off their cocks. My tongue carefully slid over their skin, collecting every drop of cum, as if this was the final act in what I had just done. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After they had their fun, the men settled back into their chairs, laughing and drinking as if nothing had happened. I sat there for a moment, feeling a mix of humiliation and disbelief, my mind racing to comprehend what I had just endured. Gathering my strength, I finally stood up, the fabric of my dress feeling foreign against my skin. As I pulled my dress back on, one of the men smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You sure know how to take a beating, don’t you?” His friend chuckled, raising his glass. “Cheers to our little slut!” They clinked their glasses together, their laughter ringing in my ears like a cruel melody. I felt a wave of anger rise within me, but I knew it was safer to remain silent. With a deep breath, I turned to leave, my heart pounding as I stepped into the hallway. Their voices followed me, full of mockery. “See you around, princess!” another called out, and I couldn’t help but feel the heat of embarrassment rush to my cheeks. Once outside, the cool air hit my face, cutting through the fog of anxiety. I took a moment to collect myself, trying to shake off the oppressive weight of their laughter. I focused on the path ahead, determined to get as far away from that apartment as possible. With every step, I felt the tension ease slightly, but the echoes of their comments lingered in my mind. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $margaretRenovation = true>> [[Leave the appartment|Renovation End]]

Summoning all my strength, I push the man’s hands off me and lunge toward the table, grabbing the knife I used earlier to cut the pizza. With the blade firmly in hand, I glare at the men, my voice steady despite my racing heart. "Back off!" <img src="img/locations/entrance/knife.jpg"/> Instead of fear, they burst into laughter. "Drop the knife, don’t be a stupid bitch." The man behind me sneers, his tone filled with mockery. I narrow my eyes, not backing down. "I’ll leave right now and tell Margaret what you’ve been doing. You’ll be lucky if you don’t get fired." The man shrugs, his smirk widening. "You think we care about this shitty job? You think they pay us enough to worry about that?" The second man speaks up, his tone more sinister. "Here’s the deal: you put the knife down, suck us off, and we’ll forget you acted like a stupid bitch." His eyes gleam with malice, waiting for my next move. [[Put the knife down|Put the knife down]] [[Leave slowly with the knife in hand|Leave holding the knife]]

My heart pounds in my chest as I glance at the knife in my hand, the men's taunting eyes fixed on me. After a moment, I take a deep breath and reluctantly lower the blade. As soon as the knife leaves my grip, one of the men closes the distance between us in a flash. Before I can react, his hand strikes my cheek with a sharp, stinging slap. The force of the hit sends me stumbling back. I barely have time to recover before the other man grabs me roughly, his hands already pulling at my dress. In seconds, the fabric is yanked down, leaving me exposed. My body trembles in shock and fear as they force me to my knees. One of the men sharply put his cock in my mouth and started to blow me, the other man meanwhile touched my slit with his hands <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, they both pulled their cocks out of me, leaving me gasping for breath as I knelt on the cold floor. Without warning, they positioned me on my knees, forcing me to look up at them. As they stood over me, I felt a rush of humiliation wash over me. They began to cum, hot streams of their release splattering across my face. I could feel the warmth of their fluids dripping down my cheeks, mixing with my own shame and degradation. “Look at that, such a good little slut,” one of them mocked, laughter echoing in the room as they reveled in my submission. “This is what you wanted, right?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I was already kneeling, breathing heavily after just finishing sucking them off. My face was drenched in their cum, warm droplets still dripping from my chin onto my chest. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, but one of them stopped me with a smirk. "Clean us up, we’re all messy now," he said, nudging me closer. The other added, "Come on, don’t be shy. We’re waiting." With my heart pounding and a tremble in my body, I obediently began licking the cum off their cocks. My tongue carefully slid over their skin, collecting every drop of cum, as if this was the final act in what I had just done. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\renovation\pizza\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the men finish, their laughter fills the air, a jarring reminder of the situation I just endured. I take a moment to gather my thoughts, my heart still racing. With shaking hands, I pull my dress back over my body, the fabric feeling foreign against my skin after everything that just happened. Ignoring the residual panic swirling in my stomach, I make my way to the door, desperate to escape this nightmare. I push the door open and step into the hallway, their mocking laughter echoing behind me like a cruel taunt. Once outside, I quicken my pace, my feet carrying me away from the apartment and toward Margaret’s home. Each step feels like a small victory against the dread that clings to me. I don’t stop moving until I’m back at Margaret’s doorstep. When she opens the door, I step inside, my breath still unsteady. "Something happened," I say, recounting everything to her—the men, their threats, the knife. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> Margaret’s expression hardens as she listens. Without hesitation, she grabs her phone and dials the police. "They’ll be on their way," she assures me, her voice steady but filled with concern. She turns back to me, her eyes softening as she hands me $200. "Take this. I’m so sorry I put you in that situation. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that." I take a deep breath, my nerves slowly calming. "Thank you," I say quietly, grateful for her support. She pulls me into a gentle hug, whispering, "I’m here for you." I feel a sense of relief as I step back, offering her a small smile before I leave her apartment. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 200>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $margaretRenovation = true>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

I tighten my grip on the knife, my eyes locked on the men as I slowly back away. My steps are steady, measured, as I head toward the door. Every inch of my body is tense, ready to defend myself if they make a move. But they don’t. Instead, they just watch, smirking as I retreat. Once I reach the door, I turn the handle, slip out of the apartment, and quickly shut the door behind me. My hands tremble slightly as I lock it with the key Margaret gave me. Without wasting a second, I hurry down the stairs, my pulse racing with each step until I’m out of the building. I don’t stop moving until I’m back at Margaret’s doorstep. When she opens the door, I step inside, my breath still unsteady. "Something happened," I say, recounting everything to her—the men, their threats, the knife. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> Margaret’s expression hardens as she listens. Without hesitation, she grabs her phone and dials the police. "They’ll be on their way," she assures me, her voice steady but filled with concern. She turns back to me, her eyes softening as she hands me $100. "Take this. I’m so sorry I put you in that situation. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that." I take a deep breath, my nerves slowly calming. "Thank you," I say quietly, grateful for her support. She pulls me into a gentle hug, whispering, "I’m here for you." I feel a sense of relief as I step back, offering her a small smile before I leave her apartment. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 100>><<set $margaretRenovation = true>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

As I step away from the chaotic atmosphere of the apartment, I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. The walk to Margaret's feels longer than usual, each step heavy with what I’ve just experienced. When I finally reach her doorstep, my heart races as I ring the doorbell. Margaret opens the door with a warm smile, but I can’t help but notice a hint of concern in her eyes as she sees me. "Come on in, dear," she says, stepping aside to let me enter. The familiar scent of her home—lavender and freshly brewed tea—offers a small comfort amidst the chaos. Once inside, the door closes softly behind me, sealing away the outside world. "Why don’t you take a seat in the living room? I’ll get us some tea," she suggests, leading me to the cozy space adorned with plush cushions and warm lighting. I sink into the armchair, feeling the tension in my body start to ease as I look around at the comforting surroundings. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> Margaret returns shortly with two steaming cups of tea, her smile warm and inviting. "Here you go. Just what you need after a long day," she says, handing me a cup. As I take a sip, the warmth spreads through me, but I can still feel the weight of the day pressing on my mind. I sense her waiting for me to speak, her gaze encouraging yet probing. I stand there for a moment, contemplating whether to share the dark details of what happened at the apartment or keep it to myself. [[Tell her everything|Margaret Ren Truth]] [[Say everything was fine|Margaret Ren Lie]]

I ring the doorbell, and after a moment, Margaret opens the door with her usual warm smile. "Come in, dear!" she says, stepping aside to let me enter. The cozy scent of freshly brewed tea fills the air, instantly putting me at ease. I walk into the inviting living room, where the soft glow of lamps creates a comfortable ambiance. Margaret gestures toward the plush sofa. "Make yourself at home. I just made a fresh pot of tea," she adds, her eyes twinkling with warmth. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> I settle into the sofa as she pours us both a steaming cup of tea. The steam rises gently, filling the space with a comforting aroma. "How have you been? It feels like ages since we last chatted," she asks, taking a seat across from me. I sip my tea, feeling the warmth spread through me. "I've been good, just busy with everything happening in the city," I reply, my voice steady. We talk about our lives, sharing laughter and stories. Each sip of tea seems to deepen our connection, the worries of the world outside fading away. After we finish our cups, Margaret glances at the clock and says, "I can't believe how quickly time flies. It’s always lovely to catch up with you." I smile, feeling grateful for the moment. "Thank you for the tea, Margaret. I really needed this." "You're always welcome here," she replies, standing up to see me to the door. I rise from the sofa, a warm feeling lingering in my chest. We share a brief hug, and then I step outside. As I close the door behind me, I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort and belonging that I didn't realize I needed. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> I hesitate for a moment, but then I feel a weight in my chest that I can't carry alone. "Margaret... something happened at the apartment," I begin, my voice shaking slightly. She looks at me, her expression turning serious, concern etched into her face. Taking a deep breath, I continue, "The workers... they took advantage of me. They..." I struggle to find the right words, not wanting to relive the details. "...they violated me." I feel a rush of shame, but I force myself to finish, "I’m sorry, I just couldn't stop them." Margaret’s face turns pale, her eyes widening in shock. Without hesitation, she stands up and pulls out her phone, dialing the police. "I’m so sorry. I’ll take care of this right away." Her voice is firm, but I can hear the strain of emotion behind it as she gives them the address and demands immediate action. When she hangs up, she turns back to me, her eyes softening with empathy. "I should never have put you in that position. I’m so, so sorry," she says quietly. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a stack of bills and hands me $200. "Here, take this. It’s not much, but I hope it helps, even just a little." Her gesture is kind, and though the money feels like a small comfort in the grand scheme of things, I accept it with a nod. I feel a tear slip down my cheek as the weight of everything crashes down on me. She pulls me into a gentle embrace, holding me for a long moment, letting me release the tension that had been building inside. Eventually, I pull away and manage a small, shaky smile. "Thank you, Margaret. For everything." "You're stronger than you realize," she says softly as I make my way to the door. With one final glance back, I step out of her apartment, feeling both lighter and heavier at the same time. <<set $money += 200>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_tea.jpg"/> I take a moment to gather my thoughts, then decide to keep things light. "I checked the apartment, and everything is fine. The workers are hard at work," I say with a reassuring smile. Margaret’s face lights up with relief. "Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! Thank you so much for checking in on them," she replies, her voice filled with gratitude. We share a few more moments of casual conversation, discussing the latest neighborhood gossip and how the renovations will improve the building. The warmth of the tea and Margaret’s presence helps to ease the lingering tension from earlier. Eventually, I feel the time has come to leave. I stand up, grateful for the comfort of her home and the brief escape it provided. "Take care of yourself, dear," she says as I head toward the door, her eyes filled with warmth. I smile back at her, "I will, Margaret. Thanks for everything!" With one last wave, I step outside, closing the door behind me, and take a deep breath of the cool evening air. As I walk away, I can’t shake off the feeling of relief mixed with the weight of secrets still resting on my shoulders. [[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]

<img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/personal.jpg"> As I approach the table, I take a moment to admire the man who called me over. He has an alluring Arab appearance, with deep-set eyes that seem to hold secrets and a warm smile that invites conversation. "Welcome," he says smoothly, "I’m the manager here. My name is Amir." I sit down, feeling a curious tension in the air. "And you?" he prompts gently. "I’m <<print $name>>," I reply, trying to match his friendly demeanor. Amir leans in slightly, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "I need your help with a VIP client tonight. Would you be willing to assist me?" I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "How exactly would I be helping?" He gestures subtly toward a secluded area of the lounge. "The VIP client saw you when you entered and specifically requested your presence for his service." I’m taken aback. "But I don’t work here! I just came to unwind." His expression remains calm, yet persuasive. "I understand, but this client is quite wealthy and used to getting what he desires. He insists on having you." "So, you’re saying I should just bring him a hookah?" I ask, trying to clarify the situation. Amir shakes his head. "It’s not that simple. He orders a special hookah, and the experience requires not just perfect preparation of the tobacco but also ‘additional’ attention to his pleasures." He leans back slightly, watching my reaction. "The staff has been hinting that this client expects a more personal touch." <<set $hookahVIPService = true>> I pause, weighing my options. The thought of getting involved in something beyond my comfort zone sends a thrill through me, but I also feel a sense of hesitation. <ul><li>[[Agree to help Amir with the VIP client|Hookah Lounge VIP Client]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline and leave the table|Hookah Lounge]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/personal.jpg"> "Okay, I’ll help with the VIP client. What do I need to do?" I say, my heart racing with anticipation. Amir stands up, his smile widening. "Follow me," he instructs, leading me through the lounge. As we walk, he gives me a quick overview of what to expect. Once we reach the VIP room, he hands me the elegantly designed hookah. "Just make sure to take good care of him, and remember to act like a good girl," he says with a teasing wink before opening the door for me. Gathering my thoughts, I knock gently on the door. A deep, masculine voice calls from inside, "Come in." I push the door open and step into a brightly lit room adorned in soft white tones. The atmosphere feels inviting, almost intimate, as I place the hookah on a sleek black table beside a fluffy white sofa. Sitting casually on the sofa is a man in a colorful, patterned shirt. His presence is commanding yet relaxed. He looks up at me with a curious smile. "Is there anything else you need?" I ask, trying to maintain my composure. He gestures for me to come closer, his voice smooth and inviting. "Sit with me; I won’t turn down your company." <ul> <li>[[Agree to sit with him|Hookah Lounge VIP 2]]</li> <li>[[Apologize and leave the VIP room|Hookah Lounge]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/vip_client.jpg"> I sat on the plush white sofa next to the man, feeling the softness envelop me. He took a moment to appraise me with his intense gaze, his eyes lingering on every detail. The silence hung heavy in the air as he began to smoke the hookah, the fragrant smoke swirling around us and adding to the atmosphere. The tension between us felt palpable, and I wanted to break the ice. "What’s your name?" I asked, forcing a lightness into my voice. However, he didn’t respond; he merely continued to draw on the hookah, the silence growing more awkward. After a moment, I decided to try again. "Would you like anything else? I can refresh your hookah or bring you something to drink." My voice was steady, but I felt a flutter of anxiety in my stomach. Without a word, he suddenly thrust the hookah’s mouthpiece toward me, placing it in my mouth. Surprised but willing to comply, I took a few obedient puffs, the strong tobacco filling my lungs and quickly relaxing me. The smoke was thick and sweet, swirling lazily in the air between us. After several moments of silence, he finally spoke, his voice calm and commanding: "Suck me off." A rush of heat flooded my cheeks at his explicit request. My heart raced as I processed what he had just said, the words echoing in my mind. I felt the weight of the moment, the choice laid out before me: I could either agree to fulfill his request, stepping further into this unexpected encounter, or I could politely decline and leave the VIP room, reclaiming my boundaries. <ul> <li>[[Agree to fulfill his request|Hookah Lounge BJ]]</li> <li>[[Politely decline and leave the VIP room|Hookah Lounge Refuse]]</li> </ul>

" Alright, if that's what you want," I said, feeling the tension in the room rise. The man wasted no time: "Take off your top." Obediently, I pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. My skin immediately sensed the cool air, contrasting with the heat of the moment. Meanwhile, he swiftly removed his shirt and pants, sitting naked on the couch, continuing to smoke the hookah. I slowly lowered myself onto my knees in front of him, starting to stroke him with one hand, matching the rhythm of his breathing as the smoke swirled around his face. A few minutes passed before I looked up and, locking eyes with him, asked, "Give me the hookah." Silently, he handed me the hose, and I took a deep drag, feeling the relaxation spread through my body. As I smoked, I continued to stroke him, the smoke mingling with the tension in the air. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I took a deep drag of smoke into my mouth, the sensation warm and thick like velvet filling my lungs. Leaning forward, I slowly released the smoke over his cock, letting it swirl around like a fog settling over still water. The contrast between the coolness of the smoke and the heat of his skin was almost tangible. Then, with deliberate slowness, I licked his length, my tongue tracing every inch of him, as though savoring the smoothness of a forbidden dessert, indulging in each taste. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I took another deep pull from the hookah, the familiar warmth spreading through my body, relaxing me completely. The smoke seemed to cloud my thoughts, leaving only the hazy comfort of the moment. Slowly, I leaned down and took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him with a soft pressure. As I began to suck, I exhaled the smoke through my nose, feeling the warmth of the vapor mix with the heat of his skin. The sensation of the smoke lingering in the air, combined with the rhythm of my movements, added a heady intensity to everything unfolding. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, the man spoke again, his voice low and commanding: "Lick my balls." Without hesitation, I lowered my head, my lips brushing against his skin. Obediently, I began to polish them with my tongue, each movement slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of his smooth skin against my mouth. The taste of him lingered on my tongue as I focused on making every stroke perfect, the silence between us thick with anticipation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I went back to sucking him, my lips moving with steady pressure, feeling him tense beneath me. It wasn’t long before I sensed the change—his body tightening, his breathing quickening. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of him spilling into my mouth. "Keep sucking," he ordered, his voice strained with pleasure. I obeyed, not stopping for a moment, swallowing all of his cum, the taste coating my tongue as I continued to work my lips around him until he finally relaxed beneath me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Stick out your tongue," he commanded. Obediently, I did as told, letting him see that I had swallowed every drop of his cum. "Milk the rest out," he continued, his voice still heavy with satisfaction. I wrapped my hand around his cock, squeezing gently, coaxing out the last few drops. Once they appeared, I leaned in without hesitation and licked them off the tip, ensuring nothing was left, every last drop obediently cleaned from his skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\slums\hookah_lounge\vip_bj\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Not bad service," the man remarked as he started to dress. Once fully clothed, he reached into his wallet, pulled out a few bills, and tossed them onto the table beside the couch before heading toward the exit of the VIP room. "Thank you," I called after him, watching as he disappeared through the door. I picked up the bills—$300—from the table. I barely had time to grab my top when Amir walked into the VIP room. "Good job," he said with a grin, before quickly leaving again. I hurriedly slipped my top back on, then made my way out of the hookah lounge, stepping into the street outside. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 300>> [[Leave the lounge|Slums]]

I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I mustered the courage to respond. "I’m sorry, but I can’t do that," I said politely, rising from the sofa. My legs felt unsteady and soft after the strong hookah smoke as I turned to leave the VIP room. As I stepped out, Amir was waiting for me, a curious expression on his face. "Come with me," he said, guiding me back into the main lounge area. We settled at a cozy table in the hookah lounge, the ambiance still warm and inviting, though my earlier excitement had fizzled out. <img src="img/locations/slums/hookah_lounge/personal.jpg"> He looked at me intently, his brow slightly furrowed. "So, how did it go?" I hesitated for a moment, but honesty felt like the right path. "He asked me to… service him with my mouth, but I declined." Amir's expression shifted dramatically, anger flashing across his features. He cursed under his breath, "أنتِ غبية!", his frustration evident. The intensity of his reaction made my stomach sink. Without another word, he abruptly left the table, clearly dissatisfied. I watched as he walked over to a neighboring table where a lonely girl sat, leaning in to engage her in conversation. Feeling a mix of disappointment and relief, I stood up from the table, my head still spinning from the hookah's effects. The air in the lounge felt thick, almost stifling. I made my way to the exit, determined to leave the tension behind me as I stepped out into the night. [[Leave the lounge|Slums]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Listen... I don't have the money to pay you right now," I admit, trying to keep my voice steady as I cross my arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. I shoot him a guarded glance, hoping he'd show some understanding, but the look on his face tells me otherwise. He stares at me in disbelief, a mocking smirk curling at the edges of his lips. "What the fuck do you mean, you don't have the money?" he asks, voice laced with incredulity. "Why the hell did you even call a plumber if you're broke?" His eyes narrow, the smirk fading into a more serious expression as he steps closer. "And what was all that attitude for, huh? Acting like a fucking queen, giving me shit when you can't even pay up." I can feel the tension rising between us, but before I can respond, he cuts me off, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "Alright, how about this?" he says, his eyes roaming over me in a way that makes my skin crawl. "You get on your knees, suck me off as an apology for being a bitch, and we'll call it even." <ul> <<if $money >= 150>><li>[[Pay the plumber|Pay Plumber Alt]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Do what he asks|Plumber BJ]]</li> <li>[[Tell him to fuck off|Plumber Fuck Off]]</li> </ul>

"Alright," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper as I swallow my pride. "It’ll be as you say." He doesn't hide the satisfaction that washes over his face. "Good girl," he murmurs, stepping back slightly to give me space. "On your knees." Without hesitation, I lower myself onto the cold kitchen floor, the reality of the situation sinking in. He stands above me, towering with a sense of control that only fuels my submission. I keep my gaze lowered as I hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone. When I glance up, his cock is already out, and he stares down at me with a smug grin. "Now, apologize," he commands, his voice steady and firm. "Tell me you’re sorry for being a stuck-up little bitch." I hesitate for a moment, but there’s no turning back now. I look up at him, my voice soft but clear. "I’m sorry... for acting like a stuck-up bitch." His grin widens, and he strokes himself lazily as if savoring the moment. "Now, lick my balls." My body tenses as I lower my head, the musky scent of his sweaty skin filling my senses. I let out a shaky breath, then obediently begin to lick, my tongue tracing over the hot, damp skin of his balls. He groans softly, clearly enjoying the feeling of power, while I continue to work, knowing that I have no choice but to comply. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s still not enough," he says, his grip on my hair tightening. His voice is low, commanding, and each word feels like it's pushing me deeper into my humiliation. "If you want to get out of this without paying, you’re going to have to do better than that." I feel my face flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but I know I have no choice. I lick my lips, my voice shaking slightly as I force myself to speak. "I love the taste of your sweaty balls... I don’t deserve to be treated any better." The words feel like they’re choking me as I say them, but I continue. "I’m nothing but a pathetic little slut who’s lucky to even be allowed to touch you." He lets out a dark chuckle, clearly enjoying every second of this. "That’s more like it," he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, say it again. Tell me how much you love licking my filthy balls." I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I lean in again. "I love licking your filthy, sweaty balls," I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m nothing but a worthless whore, and this is all I’m good for." His hand presses harder against the back of my head, forcing my face even deeper against him. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. Keep going, bitch." I can feel the heat of his skin against my lips as I continue to lick, my tongue moving obediently over every inch of him. My free hand wraps around his cock again, and I begin to stroke it, the weight of it heavy in my grip. I force myself to keep going, to keep saying whatever I think he wants to hear. "I love being your toy... I love being used like this. Please... let me keep licking your balls." He groans softly, clearly getting more and more into it. "That’s what I like to hear. Keep begging, slut." His other hand comes up to push my head down further, my nose now pressed firmly against his groin. "You don’t deserve to breathe until I say so." I nod weakly, my face buried between his legs, my tongue still working as I mutter against his skin, "Thank you... thank you for letting me do this... I’m so grateful for the taste of you..." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I continue my degrading litany, my voice shaking as I force the words out. "I’m nothing but your worthless toy... I deserve this. I deserve to be on my knees for you." Each humiliating phrase only seems to spur him on, his expression darkening with satisfaction. "Keep talking," he commands, his voice low and threatening. "Show me just how much you love being beneath me." My face burns with shame, but I push through, my words flowing automatically now. "I love it... I love being beneath you, licking your sweaty balls. I’m nothing compared to you, just a pathetic slut who’s lucky to even be allowed to touch you." He lets out a deep chuckle, clearly enjoying every second of my humiliation. "Good," he mutters, his hand moving to grip my chin. "Now, stick out your tongue." I do as I’m told, my tongue sliding out, trembling slightly as I hold it there. He looks down at me with a smirk, positioning himself in front of me. Without a word, he starts tapping his cock against my tongue, the heavy, warm weight of it bouncing against me repeatedly. Each light slap stings my pride more than my skin, the sensation both degrading and inescapable. "Yeah, that’s it," he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement. "Keep your tongue out like the good little whore you are." I nod weakly, my tongue still extended as his cock continues to slap against it, the sound of each hit sharp in the silence of the kitchen. My hands tremble at my sides, but I don’t move, letting him take full control of the situation. "Thank you... thank you for letting me do this," I whisper, my words muffled as he continues to slap my tongue with his cock. "I’m so lucky to be used by you." His hand tightens on my chin, keeping me in place as he smirks down at me, clearly reveling in my submission. "Damn right you are." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now, open your mouth wide," he orders, his voice thick with control. I hesitate for only a second before doing as I’m told, my lips parting as I open my mouth as wide as I can, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and submission. He watches me intently, his gaze filled with dark amusement as he leans forward. Without warning, he spits directly into my mouth, the warm liquid landing on my tongue. "Swallow that, bitch." My heart races as I obediently close my mouth, swallowing without hesitation. The taste lingers for only a moment before he shoves his cock into my open mouth, cutting off any chance I have to respond. His hips thrust forward aggressively, filling my mouth completely as he begins to fuck my face with an unrelenting rhythm. I gag slightly as he pushes deeper, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filling the room. His hands grip the back of my head, guiding me as he uses my mouth like a tool for his pleasure. My throat tightens around him, but I force myself to relax, to let him do whatever he wants. "Take it all," he grunts, his pace quickening as he drives himself deeper into my throat. "Don’t you dare choke." Tears well in my eyes, but I continue to comply, my mouth and throat working around him as he nears his climax. With one final, forceful thrust, he groans loudly, holding me in place as he spills his cum down my throat. The warm, salty liquid floods my mouth, and I instinctively swallow, not daring to resist. "Swallow it all," he growls, his grip still firm on my head. I do as I’m told, drinking down every drop, my throat working to make sure nothing is left behind. When he finally pulls out, I gasp for air, my lips wet and trembling, but I remain on my knees, waiting for his next command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He pulls out of my mouth, and before I can catch my breath, he speaks again. "Clean it up." His voice is cold, commanding. I nod, leaning in without hesitation, my tongue sliding over his cock, licking away every trace of his cum. The salty taste lingers on my tongue as I work to ensure that he’s completely clean, my movements careful, almost reverent. He watches me in silence, his hand resting lazily on my head until he seems satisfied. With a small grunt, he tucks his cock back into his pants, fastening his zipper with a casual motion. "That’s enough," he mutters, straightening up as he begins to gather his things. I kneel there, my body still, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Just as he slings his tool belt over his shoulder, he glances down at me one last time. "You’d better drop that attitude," he says, his voice now tinged with warning. "You’re just a fragile little girl, and acting like a stuck-up bitch could get you into real trouble next time." His words cut through the air like a blade, the threat clear, though his tone is almost conversational. Without another word, he turns and heads for the door, leaving me kneeling in the middle of the room. The door closes with a soft click, and I’m finally alone. I stay there for a moment, listening to the silence of the empty apartment, before I slowly rise to my feet. My legs feel shaky, but I manage to make it to the door, locking it behind him. I lean against the door and exhale deeply, the tension slowly draining from my body. At least the pipes in the kitchen are fixed now. <<set $sinkFixed = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>> [[Go back|home]]

I glare up at him, my anger boiling over. "Fuck you!" I snap, standing my ground. "I’m not sucking your cock, and I’m not paying either." My voice is sharp, defiant, and I don’t care about the consequences right now. The thought of doing what he asked is beyond disgusting. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> For a moment, he just stares at me, his expression hardening. Then his jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow in anger. "Is that so?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "If you’re not going to suck me off, and you’re not paying, then I’ll take my payment another way." His tone sends a chill down my spine, but I refuse to back down, my heart pounding in my chest. I can see the rage simmering behind his eyes, and I know I’ve crossed a line. He steps closer, his broad frame towering over me as he continues, "You’ve got a lot of nerve, acting like a stuck-up bitch. We’ll see how much attitude you have once I’m done with you." Before I can react, he roughly grabs me from behind. I feel his hands groping me through my dress, and my heart races with shock and disgust. He suddenly yanks my dress up, exposing my panties and bare chest. As he begins to grope my exposed body, I try to struggle and hurl insults at him. "You sick bastard! Get your filthy hands off me!" But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he forces his strong hand over my mouth, silencing my protests. I feel his fingers pressing down, his touch violating and relentless, while I squirm and try to push him away. The plumber continues to touch me without any regard for my dignity, leaving me feeling utterly powerless and humiliated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The plumber roughly turns me to face him, his grip on my shoulders firm and unyielding. With a menacing look, he forces me down onto my knees, making me feel utterly powerless. “This is what you get for being such a spoiled little shit,” he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. I try to avoid eye contact, but he makes sure I can't look away. He begins to unfasten his trousers right in front of my face, his actions brazen and humiliating. “Maybe now you’ll learn some fucking respect,” he taunts as he exposes himself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as he continues to assert his dominance. The situation is degrading beyond belief, and my sense of humiliation deepens with each passing second. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the plumber finally releases his grip on my mouth, I waste no time launching a new barrage of insults. “You pathetic piece of trash! You think you can—” My words are cut off as he swiftly pulls out his erect cock from his trousers and forces it into my open mouth. I gag and struggle against him, but he doesn’t relent. His grip on my head tightens as he begins to thrust his cock forcefully down my throat. “Shut the fuck up and take it, you worthless cunt!” he growls, his voice filled with a cruel satisfaction. The situation becomes unbearably degrading as he continues to push deeper, ignoring my muffled protests and the tears streaming down my face. My attempts to retaliate are futile against his overpowering presence, and the humiliation of the act leaves me feeling utterly violated and powerless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> For a brief moment, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, smirking down at me with a sadistic grin. He taps it roughly against my lips, making me wince at the sensation. “Look at you, all mouth and no respect,” he taunts with a mocking tone. Then, without warning, he shoves it back into my mouth, but this time, he avoids my throat. Instead, he begins to push it against the inside of my cheek, stretching my mouth and forcing me to feel every inch of him. He slaps his cock against my cheek repeatedly, the sound echoing with each cruel impact. “How’s this for a lesson, you worthless bitch? Try not to choke on it this time!” The humiliation and discomfort mount as he continues this demeaning act. Eventually, he grows impatient and thrusts deeply into my throat once more. The sudden pressure causes tears to spring to my eyes as I struggle to breathe, my face flushed with both shame and the effort of trying to endure his brutal assault. The plumber’s harsh thrusts and degrading comments make the situation unbearably humiliating, leaving me feeling utterly violated and powerless. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He abruptly pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath. With a cruel smirk, he forces my head down, guiding me lower. “Since you’ve been such a little bitch, why don’t you show me how well you can clean up?” he sneers. I’m forced to lower my head and begin licking his sweaty, salty balls. The taste is rancid, and the heat from his skin only adds to my humiliation. He mocks me further as I work, “That’s right, you filthy whore. Lick them clean like the pathetic slut you are. I bet you’ve never had to do something this degrading before.” He continues to taunt me, his voice dripping with contempt. “Make sure you get every last drop of my sweat. I want to see you grovel and beg for mercy. Show me how much you really deserve to be treated like this!” The combination of his taunts and the degrading act leaves me feeling utterly humiliated and dehumanized, as I'm forced to endure the lowest form of servitude. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He revels in the pleasure of feeling my tongue work on his sweaty, salty balls, clearly enjoying every moment of your degradation. With a satisfied grin, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and looks down at me with contempt. “Good little whore,” he sneers, “Now open that filthy mouth of yours and stick out your tongue.” His voice drips with mockery as he watches me comply, my tongue trembling with humiliation. He takes his erect cock and begins to slap it against my outstretched tongue, each smack resonating with a degrading sound. “How does that feel, you pathetic slut? Get used to it, this is all you’re good for,” he taunts, enjoying the way his cock smacks against my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He seized my hair in a brutal grip, yanking my head back as he dragged us across the room like a plaything. His cock, glistening with our drool, was shoved roughly against my tongue, forcing me to taste him as he mocked our helplessness. He didn't just grab my hair; he used it to lift us up, a painful reminder of his control, before roughly yanking my dress down once more, exposing my trembling body to his gaze. His hands were everywhere, groping my breasts and pussy through the flimsy barrier of my panties, his touch a cruel tease that sent waves of humiliation through me. With a wicked grin, he spun me around, slamming my body against the cold, hard surface of the kitchen table. The impact left me dazed, but he gave no time for recovery. In one swift, savage motion, he ripped my panties away, leaving me utterly exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. His mouth descended between my thighs, his tongue invading my pussy as he drenched it with his saliva. Just as I began to surrender to the sensation, he pulled away abruptly, leaving me aching and desperate. Without warning, he slapped me hard on the ass, the sting of the blow searing into my skin and leaving a bright red mark as a reminder of my place beneath him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I remained bent over, my body trembling as I leaned against the kitchen table, utterly exposed and at his mercy. He wasted no time, thrusting into my pussy with brutal force, each motion sending a jolt of pain and shame through me. His cock stretched me, filling me completely as he pounded me with relentless, harsh strokes, each one a reminder of my helplessness. "You're nothing but a slut, aren't you?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he thrust deeper, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoing through the room. "Bent over like a bitch in heat, just begging for it. Is this all you're good for?" Each thrust felt like a violation, his savage movements reducing me to nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. The degrading words cut deep, his voice a constant reminder of how powerless I was. "Look at you, taking it like the filthy whore you are," he spat, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it hurt. "You're nothing but a toy for me to use, a fuckhole made for my cock. Tell me, how does it feel to be fucked like the worthless slut you are?" His words burned as much as the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, each one driving home the reality of my situation. Bent over, fucked, and humiliated, I could do nothing but endure, every degrading insult and painful thrust reducing me further into submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the neck, his grip tightening as he slammed my face against the cold kitchen table, forcing me to submit completely. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he leaned in, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he shoved a finger into my cheek, prying my mouth open. "Open wide, slut. You’re going to take everything I give you," he growled, his voice thick with contempt. He added another finger, stretching my mouth painfully wide, making me feel small and helpless. His other hand found its way to my mouth as well, shoving more fingers inside, forcing my lips apart even further. My mouth was stretched open, gagging on his fingers as he continued to fuck me, each brutal thrust driving me deeper into a haze of humiliation. "Look at you, drooling all over my fingers like the filthy little whore you are," he mocked, his tone dripping with cruelty. "You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a dumb bitch who’s good for nothing but spreading her legs and opening her mouth." The rough invasion of my mouth with his fingers, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, made me feel utterly degraded. He kept thrusting into me, his fingers pulling at my lips, forcing them to stay open, while his hips slammed into my ass over and over again. I was nothing but a toy for his amusement, gagging and drooling around his fingers as he violated me in every way. "That’s it, keep your mouth open like the obedient slut you are," he sneered, his voice laced with satisfaction as he continued to fuck me, each degrading word sinking deep into my soul. "You’re nothing but my filthy little fucktoy, and you’re going to take everything I give you, whether you like it or not." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After he had his fill of playing with me in the kitchen, he grabbed me by the neck again, his grip firm and unyielding, dragging me towards the living room. I stumbled along, unable to resist, until he suddenly shoved me forward, sending me crashing onto the couch. I fell onto it, my body limp and compliant as I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. He roughly lifted my ass into the air, forcing me onto all fours, positioning me like the pathetic, obedient slut he saw me as. I could feel his eyes on me, filled with nothing but disdain and lust, as he lined himself up behind me. Without hesitation, he slammed into me, his cock driving deep inside, each thrust more brutal than the last. "Look at you, presenting that worthless ass like a bitch in heat," he spat, his voice filled with disgust. "This is exactly where you belong, on all fours, begging to be fucked. Isn’t that right, slut?" I could only gasp as he continued to pound into me, his hands gripping my hips so hard it felt like he was trying to leave a mark. Every brutal thrust sent waves of pain and humiliation through me, each one a reminder of how completely I was at his mercy. "You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren’t you? This is all you’re good for," he snarled, emphasizing his words with a vicious slap to my ass that stung like fire. The impact sent a jolt of pain through me, and he laughed at my reaction, enjoying every moment of my degradation. "Take it, slut. Take every inch of my cock like the filthy little bitch you are," he growled, his pace unrelenting. "You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over like the worthless fucktoy you’ve always been." With each painful slap to my ass, he drove his point home, his words cutting deep as he fucked me harder and faster. I was completely at his mercy, my body responding to his every command, reduced to nothing more than an object for his pleasure. "That’s it, keep that ass up, slut," he ordered, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. "You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love every second of it, because that’s all you’re good for—being my personal fucktoy, nothing more." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he continued to fuck me from behind, his thrusts relentless and brutal, he shoved two fingers into my mouth without warning. "Lick them clean, slut," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. I had no choice but to obey, my tongue swirling around his fingers as he continued to pound into me. The taste of his skin filled my mouth, a constant reminder of my submission, as he forced me to perform this degrading act. "Good little whore, that's it. You're only good for following orders, aren't you?" he sneered, watching as I licked his fingers, my mouth stretched wide around them. The humiliation burned in my chest, but I was powerless to resist. He suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed me by the throat, his grip tight and unforgiving as he slammed his cock into me even harder. My breath caught in my throat as he squeezed, the pressure making my head spin. Despite the choking grip, I found myself spitting out insults, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Shut your filthy mouth," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Before I could say another word, he clamped his hand over my mouth, silencing me completely. My muffled protests were useless as he used his other hand to hold me in place, his hips driving into me with renewed force. "You really don’t know when to keep quiet, do you, slut?" he taunted, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "But it doesn't matter. I’ll fuck that defiance out of you, one way or another." His pace quickened, each thrust more brutal than the last as he fucked me with a new level of intensity. The pressure of his hand over my mouth only heightened my helplessness, my muffled cries mixing with the sound of his hips slamming into me. "You're nothing but a noisy little whore who needs to be put in her place," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned over me. "And I'll make sure you know exactly what you are—just a fucktoy for me to use, nothing more." He kept his hand firmly over my mouth, stifling any sound I tried to make, while his other hand gripped my throat, his fingers digging into my skin. The pain, the choking, the relentless fucking—it all blurred together into a haze of humiliation and submission. He was in complete control, and there was nothing I could do but take it, every degrading word and brutal thrust driving me deeper into the reality of my situation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me up from the couch with a rough, brutal strength. I barely had time to catch my breath before he forced me down onto my knees, his grip on my neck unyielding. "Get down where you belong, slut," he growled, his voice filled with disdain as he towered over me, holding me in place. My knees hit the floor hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through me, but he gave me no time to recover. With a cruel smirk, he shoved his cock towards my face, the unspoken command clear. "Open your mouth, whore," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. I hesitated for just a second, but his grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air until I had no choice but to comply. My lips parted, and he thrust his cock inside, filling my mouth in one swift motion. "That's it, take it all," he sneered, forcing me to suck him, my mouth stretched painfully around his length. "You’re nothing but a filthy little cock-sucker, aren’t you? This is exactly what you’re made for." He kept one hand on my throat, controlling my every movement, while the other tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked my mouth. I could feel the back of my throat aching as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my mouth with each brutal stroke. "Look at you, on your knees like a worthless whore, choking on my cock," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You love it, don’t you? Being used like the slut you are, gagging and drooling all over yourself. This is what you’re good for, nothing more." He pushed deeper, forcing me to take him all the way down, my throat constricting around him as I struggled to breathe. His hand on my throat kept me in place, his grip tight and unyielding as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop, slut," he commanded, his tone laced with a cruel satisfaction as he continued to thrust into my mouth. "You’re going to keep sucking until I’m done with you, because that’s all you’re worth—being my personal cock-sleeve, nothing more." The humiliation was overwhelming, my mind reeling from the degrading words and the painful way he held me in place, forcing me to take every inch. I was completely at his mercy, reduced to nothing more than a toy for him to use, kneeling before him, gagging and choking as he fucked my mouth with a sadistic pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\18.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The deeper he thrust his cock into my throat, the more uncontrollably the tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes were red and swollen, my vision blurred by the relentless assault as he forced himself further into my mouth. I could barely breathe, choking on his length as he held me in place, savoring my helplessness. "Look at you, crying like the pathetic little whore you are," he sneered, pulling his cock out just long enough for me to gasp for air, only to shove it back in again. "You can’t even handle a real cock, can you? Just a weak, useless slut who’s only good for one thing." Finally, he pulled out completely, his cock slick with my saliva, and stared down at me with a cruel smirk. "Enough of that," he ordered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Get down there and lick my balls, like the obedient little bitch you are." My throat was raw and aching from the brutal treatment, and the thought of taking him back into my mouth was almost unbearable. But I knew I had no choice. I had to obey. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and began to lick his balls, my tongue running over the salty, sweaty skin as I tried to appease him. "That’s more like it, slut," he said, his tone mocking as he watched me humiliate myself further. "Lick them clean. Get every last drop of sweat off, you filthy whore." The taste of his sweat filled my mouth, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat, but I forced myself to keep going. My tongue worked over every inch of his balls, desperate to avoid his wrath, knowing that refusing would only lead to more punishment. "You better do a good job, slut," he warned, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You don’t want to disappoint me, do you? After all, this is what you’re made for—serving me, pleasing me, no matter how disgusting it is." My tears continued to flow as I licked and sucked his balls, the humiliation overwhelming. Every degrading word, every demeaning command, drove home the reality of my situation. I was nothing to him but an object to be used, my worth measured only by how well I could please him. My body trembled as I continued to lick, my spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruel words and the degrading task he forced me to perform. "Good little whore," he sneered, his hand resting heavily on the back of my head, forcing me to stay in place. "Maybe you’re finally learning your place—on your knees, licking my balls like the worthless bitch you are." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\19.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But just as I thought it might be over, he roughly grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat again. I gagged as he pushed it further than before, forcing me to take every inch. Tears streamed down my face, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and pain as he held me there, his cock buried deep in my throat. "Did you really think you were done, slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I’m not finished with you yet. You’re going to take every bit of me, and you’re going to fucking like it." I could barely breathe, my throat on fire from the brutal treatment, but he didn’t care. He kept me there, his hand gripping my hair tightly as he thrust into my mouth with a cruel, unrelenting rhythm. The sound of my muffled gagging only seemed to spur him on, his pleasure evident in the sadistic smile on his face. "That’s right, choke on it, you filthy whore," he growled, his words cutting deep as he continued to use my mouth. "This is all you’re good for—taking my cock down your worthless throat." Finally, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air, my throat raw and aching. But he wasn’t done with me. With a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked me to my feet, his hands rough and unforgiving as he stripped me of my dress. The fabric tore as he ripped it from my body, leaving me standing there in nothing but my shoes. "You think you deserve to wear anything, slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You’re nothing but a naked, pathetic bitch, exposed for exactly what you are—a worthless piece of meat." He didn’t stop there. He quickly removed my shoes, his touch harsh and unkind, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. I stood there, trembling and humiliated, my body on full display for his cruel gaze. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my small, trembling breasts. "What a joke," he spat, his voice filled with contempt. "These pathetic little tits of yours are hardly worth noticing. You think you have anything to offer? Look at them—barely even a handful. You’re nothing but a flat-chested, worthless whore." He reached out and roughly squeezed my breasts, his touch cruel and mocking. "These tiny things are just a pathetic joke. You’re only good for spreading your legs and taking my cock, nothing more. Look at you—naked and useless, with nothing but a pair of tiny tits to show for it." He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my exposed body with a mixture of lust and disdain. "Get ready, slut," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "Because I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\20.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He settled into the couch and roughly pulled me on top of him, positioning me so that my legs were thrown over his thighs. Without any hesitation, he began to fuck me with a ruthless, aggressive pace as I straddled him, my body bouncing up and down with each brutal thrust. "Look at you, riding me like the filthy little whore you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you’re in control up there? You're nothing but my personal cock-sleeve, taking every inch I give you." He gripped my hips tightly, his strong hands digging into my flesh as he spread my ass cheeks apart. The pressure forced my anus open, leaving me feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. I could feel every inch of his cock as it slammed into me, the intensity of his thrusts making it impossible to think about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure and pain. "Spread those pathetic cheeks wider," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I want you to feel every bit of my cock, to know exactly how worthless you are. Your ass is just as useless as those tiny tits of yours." The humiliation was crushing, his cruel words cutting deep as he continued to use me. His hands moved with a brutal efficiency, pushing my ass cheeks apart further and further as he pounded into me with increasing speed. "You like that, don’t you, you little slut?" he taunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. "You’re just a plaything for me, to be used and discarded. My cock is the only thing you’re good for." His pace quickened, each thrust driving me harder into him as he dominated me completely. The sound of his harsh breathing and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a constant reminder of my degradation. "Keep riding, you worthless whore," he ordered, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop. Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a toy for my enjoyment." His relentless pounding and the cruel, mocking words made it clear that my only purpose was to be used for his pleasure, my own desires and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, trembling and utterly humiliated, my body fully at his mercy as he continued to use me without any regard for my own needs. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\21.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He slapped my ass hard and repeatedly, his hand coming down with brutal force until my cheeks were reddened and stinging. Each strike was followed by the relentless rhythm of me bouncing on his cock, my body jostling with every punishing thrust he gave. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "Red and raw, just how I like it. You’re nothing but a plaything for me, bouncing up and down on my cock like the pathetic little slut you are." With a sudden, rough motion, he tossed my body off of him, the force of it making me stumble. He looked at me with a cruel, mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain. "Get down there and suck my cock again," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I quickly complied, positioning myself on my knees and opening my mouth to take him in. He seized my head with a firm grip, his hands harsh and unforgiving as he forced my mouth down onto his cock. He began to thrust into my throat with a brutal, relentless pace, using my mouth for his pleasure. "That’s it, slut," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Suck my cock and choke on it. You’re nothing but a filthy little whore who exists to take my cock down your throat." He controlled my head with a vicious grip, pushing me down further with each thrust. The sensation of him fucking my throat was overwhelming, my gag reflexes struggling to keep up with his merciless rhythm. The force of his thrusts made me gag and choke, but he showed no mercy, only increasing his pace. "Keep sucking, you pathetic little bitch," he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. "You’re here to serve me, nothing more. Your throat is just a hole for me to use. Show me how well you can take it, or else I’ll make it even worse." His cruel words and rough treatment made it clear that my only worth was in how well I could please him, my own comfort and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, struggling to keep up with his demands, feeling utterly degraded and used. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\22.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he was finally satisfied with how I’d taken his cock in my mouth, he roughly shoved me back into position on top of him. He guided me into a riding position, my legs straddling his thighs, and began to fuck me with a brutal intensity. His hands gripped my waist tightly, holding me in place as he thrust into me. "Look at you, riding me like the pathetic whore you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a toy for my pleasure. Bounce up and down on my cock and show me how well you can take it." With each thrust, he lifted my body and then slammed me back down onto his cock, making sure I felt every inch of him. My feet dangled uselessly from his thighs, adding to my sense of vulnerability and helplessness. "You're just a filthy little slut," he growled, his voice harsh and mocking. "This is all you’re good for—letting me use you like a toy. Your body’s just a plaything for me, and you better fucking enjoy it." He continued to pound into me with a relentless rhythm, his grip on my waist tightening as he drove me down onto his cock with increasing force. The rough treatment and his degrading words left me feeling humiliated and completely at his mercy. "Keep riding me, you worthless bitch," he ordered, his voice full of sadistic pleasure. "Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a hole for me to use. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you off easy." His relentless thrusting and cruel taunts made it clear that my only purpose was to serve his desires, my own needs and dignity completely disregarded. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\23.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He lifted me so high by the waist that his cock slipped out of my pussy, leaving me momentarily exposed. With a cruel grin, he ordered me to turn around. I scrambled to comply, positioning myself on top of him again in a reverse cowgirl position, my ass now facing him. "Get back on me, slut," he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. "Show me how eager you are to please. I want to see that pathetic little ass of yours bouncing for me." As soon as I settled onto him, he started fucking me again with a relentless speed. His cock plunged into my pussy with brutal force, driving me downward with each thrust. My small breasts bounced up and down with the violent rhythm, the motion only adding to my humiliation. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice filled with scorn. "Such a desperate little whore, eager to ride my cock. Your tiny tits are just a pathetic afterthought, bouncing up and down while I use you like the worthless toy you are." He gripped my hips firmly, pulling me down onto his cock with each powerful thrust. "You’re nothing but a cheap little slut, here to be fucked and discarded," he sneered. "Your only purpose is to take my cock and look pretty while you do it. Now ride me harder." The combination of his degrading remarks and the brutal pace of his thrusts left me feeling completely objectified and used, my body a mere plaything for his pleasure. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\24.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He pulled me off his cock as if I were some kind of detachable accessory, and tossed me roughly onto the edge of the sofa, leaving me sprawled on my back. Without a moment's hesitation, he started driving his cock back into my pussy, each thrust aggressive and punishing. "You think you’re done already, slut?" he sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "You’re here to take my cock until I’m satisfied. Now spread your legs and let me see how well you can handle it." As he fucked me with relentless force, one of my feet dangled helplessly in front of his face. He looked at it with a twisted grin, his eyes full of malicious amusement. Without warning, he began to lick and kiss my foot, his tongue dragging over the skin in a crude and degrading manner. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Not only are you a pathetic little whore, but now your feet are just another part of my playground. You think your tiny feet are worth anything? They’re just here for me to enjoy while I use you however I want. You’re so fucking useless that I can’t even bother to keep my cock in your cunt without making you endure this too." His tongue worked over my foot with a sickening mixture of mockery and desire, each swipe reminding me of my total lack of control. He continued to pound into me, the brutality of his thrusts making it clear that my only purpose was to be used and humiliated in every possible way. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\25.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the neck and threw me roughly onto the floor, positioning me on my knees with a harsh shove. "Look at you, on your knees like the pathetic little slut you are," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you’re deserving of anything more? Now lick my balls and show me how well you can serve me." I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue working over his balls as he began to jerk off his cock, the rhythm of his hand quick and purposeful. He looked down at me with a cruel grin, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. "That’s right, you’re nothing but a tool for my pleasure," he taunted, his voice harsh. "Your only job is to make me feel good, whether it’s with your mouth or your pathetic little body. Keep licking and don’t stop until I tell you." His words cut deep as he continued to pleasure himself, my efforts to satisfy him clearly just a small part of his enjoyment. The humiliating position and his cruel remarks left me feeling utterly degraded and completely at his mercy. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\26.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my head back as he ordered me to stick out my tongue. With a cruel smirk, he began to shoot his cum all over my face, the hot liquid splattering across my skin. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "Just a pathetic little slut getting covered in my cum. You really think you’re worth anything more?" Once he was done, he commanded me to clean his cock from the residue. I immediately began to suck him, my lips working diligently to remove every trace of his cum. "That’s right," he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. "Suck it clean like the good little whore you are. Your only value is in how well you can serve me." He roughly took hold of my head again, his grip unforgiving as he shoved his cock deep into my throat. He pushed me down to the very base, forcing my lips and chin to press against his balls. "Choke on it, you worthless bitch," he growled, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "That’s right, take it all. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use, and you better fucking remember it." His relentless thrusting and degrading remarks made it clear that my only purpose was to please him in whatever way he desired, leaving me feeling utterly objectified and humiliated. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\27.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> When he finished with me, he left for the shower, and I fell onto the sofa, utterly spent and unable to move. My body trembled as I lay there, overwhelmed by exhaustion and humiliation. I began to cry softly, my sobs barely muffled as I curled up on the couch. The weight of what had just happened was crushing, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining and whimpering, feeling utterly degraded. As he emerged from the shower, he looked at me with a cruel smirk and started getting dressed. His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my complete worthlessness. "You really are a piece of work, you know that?" he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. "If you’d just paid for the repairs, you wouldn’t have ended up like this—lying here like a pathetic, used-up slut. But no, you thought you could avoid your responsibilities and get away with it." He glanced at me with a mix of disgust and amusement, clearly relishing in my misery. "Look at you, sobbing and sniveling like the worthless little bitch you are. You're just here to serve me and get used up. And now, you get to lie here and wallow in your own mess because you couldn’t handle your shit." He finished dressing with a final, disdainful look at my crumpled form. As he stormed out, he slammed the door behind him with a deafening crash, leaving me alone in my misery. I stumbled to my feet on shaky legs, barely managing to close the door. My tears flowed freely as I collapsed back onto the sofa, feeling the full weight of my humiliation and defeat. <<set $sinkFixed = true>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $arousal = 0>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>> [[Get off the couch|Living Room]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber_bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Realizing I’d rather pay him than deal with the alternative, I sighed and admitted, "Fine, I’ll pay. I think I forgot I actually have the money." My voice was curt, trying to mask the frustration boiling inside me. The plumber chuckled, his grin widening as he leaned against the counter. "Oh, so as soon as sucking my cock became an option, you suddenly remembered you’ve got cash, huh?" His words dripped with mockery, but I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a retort. Instead, I turned on my heel, walking briskly to my bedroom. I rummaged through my bag, pulling out the $150. As I headed back into the kitchen, the weight of the situation made my chest tighten, but I shoved the feeling aside. Holding out the cash, I kept my expression blank. "Here. Now get out." He snatched the money from my hand, stuffing it into his pocket without a second glance. "Pleasure doing business with you," he sneered, turning toward the door, but not without throwing a few more cutting remarks over his shoulder. "Maybe next time, don’t be such a stuck-up bitch. Save us both some time." I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure as he finally left. But as soon as the door clicked shut, my patience snapped. "Thanks for fixing the pipes, dickhead!" I shouted after him, my voice laced with bitterness. Then, with a smirk on my lips, I added, "Cock-sucker!" I slammed the door, leaning against it for a moment, my body slowly relaxing. At least the damn kitchen sink was finally fixed. <<set $sinkFixed = true>><<set $money = $money - 150>> [[Return to the living room|Living Room]]

<img src="img/locations/entrance/4_floor.jpg"/> I step out onto the 4th floor. This is where Margaret lives. Her apartment door is just a few steps away. <ul> <<if $margaretSubordination and !$femaleOfficersWiretapSuccess>> <li>[[Visit Mistress Margaret's apartment|Mistress Aparts]]</li><</if>> <<if $femaleOfficersWiretapSuccess and ($dayNumber - $FemaleOfficersSuccessContact) >= 1>> <li>[[Visit Mistress Margaret's apartment|Mistress Aparts End]]</li><</if>> <<if !$margaretSubordination>><li>[[Visit Margaret's apartment|MargaretApartment]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go down to the 3rd Floor|entrance of the house]]</li> <li>[[Go up to the 5th Floor|5th Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/2_floor.jpg"/> I step out onto the 2nd floor. It's quiet here, with only the occasional sound of footsteps from above or below. The hallway stretches out before me, but I know my destination. <ul> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go down to the 1st Floor|1st Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go up to the 3rd Floor (my floor)|entrance of the house]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/elevator.jpg"/> I step into the elevator, and the doors slide shut behind me with a soft thud. The interior is small but cozy, illuminated by a warm, flickering light. I glance at the buttons for each floor: 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. "Where to?" I murmur to myself, contemplating my options. <ul> <li>[[Go to the 1st floor|1st Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go to the 2nd floor|2nd Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go to my floor|entrance of the house]]</li> <li>[[Go to the 4th floor|4th Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go to the 5th floor|5th Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/1_floor.jpg"/> I step out onto the 1st floor. The lobby is quieter now, with only a faint buzz from the lights overhead. To my right is the concierge room, and straight ahead, the doors lead outside. <ul> <li>[[Visit the concierge|ConciergeRoom]]</li> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go up to the 2nd Floor|2nd Floor]]</li> <li>[[Go outside|Outside]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/5_floor.jpg"/> I step out onto the 5th floor. The hallway here feels a bit quieter than the lower floors, with fewer apartments and more space. The air seems slightly cooler, and I can hear a faint hum coming from somewhere above, probably from the roof access. <ul> <li>[[Go up to the roof|Roof Access]]</li> <li>[[Enter the elevator|Elevator]]</li> <li>[[Go down to the 4th Floor|4th Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_officer.jpg"> I decided to file a report against Margaret for her constant harassment and humiliation. I approached the officer and told him that I would like to file a complaint about Margaret. He listened carefully, then asked, "Which Margaret, can you be more specific?" "I don't know her last name, but she's my neighbor, one floor above me," I explained. "Can you give me your address?" the officer asked. I provided my address, and the officer ran a check to see who Margaret might be. His face darkened as he looked at the screen. He turned it towards me, showing a profile in the police database. "Is this the Margaret you're talking about?" he asked. Seeing her face, I confirmed, "Yes, that's her." His expression grew serious. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you. I'm not getting involved with Miss Hale." I was taken aback. "For your own good," he continued, "you should resolve this on your own." "How am I supposed to do that?" I asked, confused. "I don't know what your issue is," he replied, "but you'd better try to make things right. You don't want to mess with Miss Hale." With that, he ended the conversation and returned to his work. <<set $margaretReport = true>> I had no choice but to leave the police station. [[Return to the city center|Police Station]]

<img src="img/locations/business/metro_station/business_subway.jpg"/> I step into the clean and sleek environment of the Business District metro station. The air is fresh, subtly scented with the sterile smell of polished floors and metal. Bright overhead lighting illuminates the wide platform, bouncing off the pristine glass walls and chrome railings, giving the entire station a high-end, futuristic feel. As I take in my surroundings, I see well-dressed professionals moving swiftly, their faces focused and serious. A man in a tailored suit stands near the edge of the platform, glancing at his wristwatch, while a woman talks into her Bluetooth headset, barely paying attention to those around her. In a corner, a group of sharply dressed businesspeople discusses something over coffee, their voices hushed and urgent, adding to the station's bustling atmosphere. The architecture here is modern and efficient, with smooth surfaces, sleek lines, and minimalistic design. Digital billboards flash luxury brand advertisements, reminding commuters of the lifestyle this district represents. The station is spotless, maintained with the utmost care, a far cry from the grimy, chaotic stations in other parts of the city. The sound of an approaching train grows louder, the hum of its smooth engine different from the rattle and clank found elsewhere. The platform subtly vibrates as the train glides into view, the doors opening with a soft hiss. It feels like the perfect embodiment of the fast-paced, money-driven world that thrives in the heart of the Business District. <<link "Board the next train" "Subway Car">> <</link>> <<link "Exit the station and explore the Business District" "Business District">> <</link>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> The taxi moved swiftly through the bustling streets, the noise of the city growing louder as we approached the towering buildings of the business district. The roads were busier here, lined with glass skyscrapers and luxury cars, and people in sharp suits rushed along the sidewalks with purpose. The air was thick with the hum of commerce and power. The driver, sensing the change in atmosphere, gave a low whistle. "Ah, the business district. Always something happening here. Big deals, fancy offices, and plenty of people pretending to be more important than they are." He chuckled, though his tone was lighter this time, more respectful of the area’s energy. After a moment, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror and added, "The trip’ll be $15. You good to cover that?" <<if $money >= 15>> [[Yes, I have the money for the fare.|Taxi BD Destination]]<</if>> [[Actually, I’m short on cash.|Taxi BD Problem]]

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> As soon as the driver hears that I’ve got the money for the fare, his tense expression relaxes. "Great, glad we’re all squared up." He goes back to his calm, almost rhythmic tapping on the steering wheel. The conversation shifts, and he starts talking about the different people he’s driven to the university—students stressed about exams, professors late for lectures, and even some odd characters who just wander the campus. I nod along as he shares random tidbits, though I’m only half-listening. His tone is light, and the ride passes easily enough with the sun shining through the taxi windows and the neat streets of the university area coming into view. We finally pull up to the university entrance, the campus sprawling out in front of me with its modern buildings and students milling about. I hand over the $12 fare with a polite smile. "Thanks for the ride!", I say as I step out. The driver nods and drives off, leaving me standing at the gates of the bustling university. <<link "Enter the university area" "University Area">> <</link>><<set $money -= 12>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi U BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Go into the university area" "University Area">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/university_area.jpg"/> I am in the University Area. The campus is bustling with activity, students and professors move between classes, and the well-maintained paths lead to various academic and recreational buildings. The atmosphere is energetic, full of learning and discovery, with greenery and modern architecture blending seamlessly. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/main_building.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Enter the University Main Building|University Main Building]] </div> <<if $universityAdmission>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/academic_building.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Enter the Academic Building|University Academic Building]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/sports_complex.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Train at the Sports Complex|University Sports Complex]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Grab a meal at the Student Cafeteria|University Cafeteria]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/local_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Shop at the Local Store|University Local Store]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/museum.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Explore the Museum|University Museum]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/mens_dormitory.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Men's Dormitory|University Men's Dormitory]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/womens_dormitory.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Women's Dormitory|University Women's Dormitory]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/science_library.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Study in the Science Library|University Science Library]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/public_park.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Relax in the Public Park|University Public Park]] </div> <<else>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> I need to be admitted to the university to access these locations. </div> <<endif>> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Enter the Metro Station (2$)|Metro University StationPay]] </div> </div>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/suburbs_area.jpg"/> I am in the Suburbs. The area is peaceful and residential, filled with charming houses and tree-lined streets. Families enjoy the outdoor spaces, and the atmosphere is relaxed, offering a break from the hustle and bustle of city life. Parks and recreational facilities invite residents to engage in leisure activities, making it a welcoming community. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/residential_area.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Explore the Residential Area with Private Homes|Residential Area]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/daycare_center.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Daycare Center|Daycare Center]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/nursing_home.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Check out the Nursing Home|Nursing Home]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/car_wash.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Get your car washed at the Car Wash|Car Wash]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/community_pool.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Swim at the Community Pool|Community Pool]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/golf_club.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Play a round at the Golf Club|Golf Club]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/hitchhiking_spot.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Stop at the Hitchhiking Spot|Hitchhiking Spot]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/gas_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Gas Station|Gas Station]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/airport.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Airport|Airport]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/suburbs/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Enter the Metro Station (2$)|Metro Suburbs StationPay]] </div> </div>

<img src="img/locations/business/business_district.jpg"/> I am in the Business District. This vibrant area is a hub of corporate activity, bustling with professionals and the sounds of commerce. Towering skyscrapers dominate the skyline, housing various companies and offices. The atmosphere is dynamic, with a mix of high-stakes meetings, networking events, and creative endeavors. Cafés and restaurants cater to busy workers, offering a variety of dining options for those on the go. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/car_dealership.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the Car Dealership "Apex Autos"|Car Dealership]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/business_hotel.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Stay at the Business-Class Hotel "Pinnacle Suites"|Business-Class Hotel]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/movie_studio.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Explore the Movie Studio "Zenith Studios"|Movie Studio]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/tv_studio.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Visit the TV Studio "Horizon TV Productions"|TV Studio]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/model_agency.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Check out the Model Agency "Aurora Talent Group"|Model Agency]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/office_buildings.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Explore the Office Buildings|Office Buildings]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/training_center.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Attend a seminar at the Training Center "Rose of the World"|Training Center]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/business/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Enter the Metro Station (2$)|Metro Business District StationPay]] </div> </div>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> When I confirm that I have the money, the driver gives a nod of approval. "Good to hear. No issues then." He eases back into a more relaxed state, telling me about how driving through the suburbs always puts him in a better mood. He talks about the peaceful vibe, the big houses, and how he sometimes imagines living in a place like this, far from the chaos of the city. The ride is calm, and I find myself glancing out the window as the quiet streets roll by. It’s serene—tree-lined avenues, families in their yards, and neatly parked cars lining the roads. Before long, we pull up to a cozy suburban street, and the taxi comes to a stop in front of my destination. I hand over the $8 fare with a polite smile. "Thanks for the smooth ride." The driver waves and drives off, leaving me standing in the quiet, peaceful surroundings of the suburbs. <<link "Head into the suburbs" "Suburbs">> <</link>> <<set $money -= 8>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi SB BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Head into the suburbs" "Suburbs">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/taxi_ride.jpg"/> When I confirm that I’ve got the money, the driver gives a satisfied nod. "Good stuff, all settled then." He leans back in his seat slightly as we weave through the sleek, modern buildings of the business district. He talks briefly about how the hustle and grind here is different from other parts of the city—people with briefcases, high-stakes meetings, and deals being made every second. The ride is smooth, but the streets are packed with cars and pedestrians rushing around. The towering skyscrapers and pristine glass facades reflect the late afternoon sun as we near my stop. We finally pull up in front of an impressive office building, and I hand over the $15 fare. "Thanks for the ride," I say with a nod. The driver gives a small wave as he pulls away, leaving me standing in the heart of the business district, where the air feels charged with ambition and opportunity. <<link "Enter the business district" "Business District">> <</link>> <<set $money -= 15>>

I glanced down slightly, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I turned to the driver and said, “Actually, I don’t have any money for the fare.” His expression darkened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Every damn time, it’s the same story. You pick up some kid, and that kid never has the cash. Who the hell raised you people?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Without another word, he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch to a stop. He then made a sharp turn and drove into a deserted alleyway. The sudden maneuver startled me, and I asked, “Where are you going?” He shot me a cold look through the rearview mirror and replied, “You’ll see in a moment.” When the car finally stopped, I tried to open the door, but it was clearly locked. I tugged at the handle, feeling panic rise in my chest, only to hear the driver’s mocking laughter. “I’m sick of dealing with dumb kids,” he said with a sneer. “So here’s the deal: Either you suck me off right now, and I’ll take you to your destination, or I’ll show you a much worse time that you definitely won’t like.” [[Agree to give him a blowjob.|Taxi BD BlowJob]] <<if !$taxiHumiliation>>[[Tell him to fuck off.|Taxi FuckOff]]<</if>>

My heart raced as I weighed my options. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight, and the last thing I wanted was to find out what the "worse" option was. I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat before I finally said, “Okay, fine.” It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but I wasn’t ready for a confrontation, not here, not now. The driver smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he unzipped his pants. “Good girl,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. “Now hurry up and get to work.” Reluctantly, I leaned over the seat, positioning myself awkwardly as I brought my head closer. Every fiber of my being screamed to stop, but I couldn’t risk what might happen if I didn’t comply. My hands gripped the edge of the seat, and I hesitated for a moment, before finally lowering my mouth to his cock and beginning to suck. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, my jaw started to ache, but thankfully, the driver grunted, signaling that he was close. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, focusing on the tip as I continued sucking. His breathing grew heavier, and before I knew it, his cock pulsed, releasing a hot stream of cum into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked my head back, some of the cum spilling onto my hand. I quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid making a mess on him, but his eyes were closed, too lost in his satisfaction to care. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\taxi\blowjob\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Wipe yourself off," he muttered, sounding almost bored now that he’d gotten what he wanted. I grabbed a tissue from my bag and cleaned myself up, avoiding eye contact. Without another word, he zipped up, started the car, and pulled out of the alley. The drive back was silent, and I stared out the window, wishing the ride would end faster. Finally, we arrived at the destination. The driver didn’t even bother looking at me as he muttered, "We're here." I didn't respond. I just grabbed my things, quickly opened the door, and stepped out of the taxi without looking back. As the door slammed shut, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Without a word of thanks or goodbye, I walked away, eager to leave the encounter behind. <<link "Enter the business district" "Business District">> <</link>> <<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<if $taxisuckUsage < 5>><<set $corruption = $corruption + 1>><<set $taxisuckUsage = $taxisuckUsage + 1>><</if>>

Margaret lay on the bed, still smoking, her eyes fixed on me with an air of superiority as she waited for my response. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I decided to try negotiating. Maybe there was a way out of this without degrading myself or facing the police. I started offering different solutions, my voice trembling but determined. "We can work something out, Margaret. I’ll make it up to you... anything you want!" I said, my words coming out faster than I intended, desperately trying to find a way out. Margaret listened, her face expressionless at first, but soon a disdainful smile curled on her lips. She let out a dismissive snort. "You really think I’ll accept this pathetic nonsense?" she mocked, her voice dripping with contempt. I hesitated, feeling the panic rise in my chest. "What about money? I can pay you..." I offered, grasping at straws. That’s when she laughed—a cruel, loud sound that echoed off the walls. "Money? I have more of it than you could ever dream of making, even if you sucked dicks for cash every day until the end of your miserable life." Her words hit me like a slap, but I swallowed the shame, still searching for something, anything, that might work. My mind raced as I kept talking, not wanting to humiliate myself but terrified of the police being called. Margaret sighed in exaggerated boredom, flicking her cigarette ashes into a nearby tray. "This is getting tiresome," she said coldly, her voice now laced with annoyance. "Get on your knees and oink for me, piggy. Or I call the cops." My heart sank at the ultimatum. I glanced toward the door, wondering if there was still a chance to escape, but Margaret noticed immediately, her smirk widening. "Don’t even think about it. The door is locked, piggy. You're trapped." I felt the walls closing in, her words like a vice around my throat. I could either submit to her twisted demand or defy her and face the police. <ul> <li>[[Surrender and get on your knees|Submit to Margaret]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Precious Ring")>><li>[[Refuse and demand she call the police|Refuse to Humiliate]]</li> <<else>><li>[[Refuse and demand she call the police|Confront Margaret]]</li><</if>></ul>

Unable to think of a better way out of this situation, I reluctantly got down on my knees beside Margaret’s bed. The tension in the air was suffocating as I lowered myself, my heart pounding in my chest. Margaret, still lying comfortably on the bed, took another drag from her cigarette. With a slow exhale, she lazily placed her free hand on my chin, tilting my face up toward hers. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "What... what do you want me to do?" I asked awkwardly, my voice barely above a whisper, shame burning my cheeks. Margaret’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "It seems you’ve got more problems than just stealing," she said sharply, her voice biting. "You clearly have a hearing problem too." She took another slow drag from her cigarette, her lips curling into a cold smile. "I told you to get on your knees and oink for me, but I don't hear any pig squeals coming from you." My stomach twisted in knots. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and asked timidly, "Do I really have to? This is... humiliating..." Margaret’s eyes flickered with cold amusement as she leaned back, her cigarette still glowing in the dim light. She exhaled slowly, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "You’re a stupid pig who doesn't understand that you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you," she said harshly. "So, I’m going to treat you exactly like one. Now, are you going to oink, or should I call the police?" Her gaze never wavered as she delivered the ultimatum, her lips curling into a smug smirk. "I'm sure they’ll find plenty of ways to make you squeal, scream, and a lot more in a jail cell." Her tone was dripping with cruelty, and the weight of her words pressed down on me. <ul> <li>[[Agree to behave like a pig|Pig to Margaret]]</li> <<if $inventory.includes("Precious Ring")>><li>[[Refuse and demand she call the police|Refuse to Humiliate]]</li> <<else>><li>[[Refuse and demand she call the police|Confront Margaret]]</li><</if>></ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My heart pounded in my chest as I knelt there, forced to perform the degrading act Margaret demanded. Trembling, I opened my mouth and let out a soft, pitiful oink, my cheeks burning with humiliation. Margaret’s hand gripped my chin, keeping my face turned up toward her. She took a slow drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a satisfied smirk. "Good little piggy," she cooed mockingly, her eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure. Her thumb brushed against my chin as if I were nothing more than an obedient pet. She leaned forward slightly, her voice taking on a teasing, almost playful tone. "Tell me, piggy... are you hungry?" I hesitated, unsure of what to say, my mind racing. I didn’t know how to answer, so I did what she seemed to expect. "Oink..." I let out softly, my voice trembling, hoping that would satisfy her. Margaret chuckled, clearly amused by my submission. "Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice soft but firm. Without hesitation, I obeyed. I opened my mouth, my lips parting slowly as my heart raced in anticipation of whatever cruel game she was about to play. Margaret raised her cigarette to my lips, holding it just above my mouth. "Here’s a little treat for my hungry piggy," she said with a smirk, then tilted the cigarette over my open mouth. The ash fell in a fine line, landing on my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My stomach twisted, but I didn’t dare move. Margaret’s eyes stayed locked on mine as she watched, waiting for my reaction. "Swallow it," she ordered, her voice dripping with cruelty. Forcing back the revulsion, I closed my mouth and swallowed the bitter ash, feeling it scrape down my throat. My hands clenched into fists, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. "Oink..." I whispered again, hoping to please her, trying to show that I was doing everything she wanted. Margaret’s smirk widened as she leaned back, clearly enjoying every second of my degradation. "Good girl," she purred, taking another drag from her cigarette as she looked down at me with satisfied, mocking eyes. She tilted her head slightly, as if considering something, then with a soft chuckle added, "You can do better than that, piggy. I want to hear you really squeal." My face burned with humiliation, but I knew I had no choice. I clenched my fists tighter and forced myself to comply, letting out a louder, more exaggerated squeal. "Oink! Oink!" I squealed, my voice shaking with each humiliating sound. Margaret’s laughter filled the room as she watched me with cruel satisfaction. "That’s more like it. Keep going, piggy." Margaret watched me with that same cruel, satisfied smirk as I knelt before her. Her cigarette burned low now, the ash crumbling and falling onto my cheeks. I winced but didn’t dare move, not wanting to provoke her further. With deliberate slowness, she reached out and used her finger to gather the bits of ash that had fallen on my face. Her touch was rough, demeaning, as if she was brushing dirt off a piece of furniture. "Open your mouth, piggy," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Without hesitation, I obeyed, parting my lips as she brought her finger to my mouth, covered in ash. She slid it past my lips, and I felt the bitter taste of the ash coat my tongue. My stomach churned, but I knew I had no choice. "Now, suck," she said with a mocking lilt to her voice, her eyes narrowing as she watched me closely. I swallowed hard, then slowly began to suck on her finger, trying to keep my expression neutral despite the humiliation. My tongue slid over the rough surface, tasting the lingering bitterness of ash. Margaret chuckled softly, clearly amused by my obedience. "Good girl. That’s right, clean it like the obedient little piggy you are." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My face burned with shame as I continued to suck, my cheeks hollowing with the effort. Margaret’s finger began to move more aggressively inside my mouth, pushing against my tongue, exploring every inch as if testing my limits. Her touch was invasive, and I could feel the tension in my body grow with each passing second. "What a good little piggy you are," she murmured, her voice dripping with condescension. "Look at you, so eager to please, aren’t you?" Tears stung at the corners of my eyes, but I forced myself to keep going, sucking and licking her finger as she commanded. Her finger pressed deeper, exploring my mouth with a cruel deliberation that made my stomach twist. Margaret’s gaze stayed fixed on me, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she leaned in slightly. "I wonder if this is how you imagined your day going," she said with a sneer, her tone full of mockery. "On your knees, sucking on my finger like the good little thief you are." Margaret slowly withdrew her finger from my mouth, a satisfied gleam in her eyes as she reclined more comfortably on the bed. She adjusted herself, propping her head on the pillows, all while keeping her gaze fixed on me like a predator savoring its prey. Without a word, she shifted her legs toward me, her feet still encased in the sheer fabric of her stockings. "Stay still, piggy," she purred, her voice soft and dripping with amusement as her feet began to make contact with my body. I flinched as she pressed her feet against my thighs, sliding them up slowly, teasingly. The smoothness of her stockings brushed against my skin, moving with deliberate ease from my legs to my stomach, and then to my chest. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of her control pressing down on me with every calculated movement. Her toes explored, gliding over my body as if testing my submission. Margaret leaned back further, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. "How does that feel, piggy?" she asked mockingly, her tone laced with amusement as she watched my discomfort grow. She raised one of her legs higher, bringing her foot to my face, the soft fabric of her stockings brushing against my cheek. Her other foot moved toward my mouth, her toes hovering near my lips. Before I could process what was happening, she pushed her toes into my mouth, forcing me to take them in. "Lick," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. My stomach churned, but I obediently began to lick her toes, my tongue moving over the fabric of her stockings. The bitter taste of the material filled my mouth as I licked, following her every command. Margaret watched me closely, her eyes full of cruel satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s a good piggy," she said softly, her tone dripping with mockery. "Make sure you clean every inch. Don’t miss a spot." I forced myself to keep going, my face burning with humiliation as I licked her toes, trying to ignore the growing sense of disgust. Margaret pressed her foot deeper into my mouth, her toes pushing against my tongue as I continued to lick, the fabric now wet with my saliva. "You’re so eager to please, aren’t you?" she taunted, her smirk widening. "Keep going, piggy, show me just how obedient you can be." Her foot moved slowly in and out of my mouth, her toes invading my space with every movement. I could feel the pressure building inside me, but I knew I had no choice. I had to keep going, had to keep licking, had to keep obeying, even as Margaret’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears. Margaret finally pulled her toes out of my mouth, leaving my lips tingling with the bitter aftertaste of the fabric. Without giving me a moment to catch my breath, she pressed the sole of her foot against my face, her toes brushing my cheek as her foot slid down, tracing the outline of my jaw. The sensation was both invasive and demeaning, and yet I knew I had no choice but to comply. "Lick," Margaret ordered, her voice laced with mockery as she continued to push her foot against my skin. "Show me how well you can clean, piggy." My body trembled with humiliation, but I opened my mouth once again, my tongue slowly extending to meet the sole of her foot. The smooth fabric of her stockings tasted bitter on my tongue as I began to lick. I moved my tongue hesitantly at first, but under Margaret’s sharp gaze, I forced myself to continue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_negotiate\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good piggy," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Make sure you don’t miss a spot." Her foot slid across my lips, and I obediently followed her movements, licking wherever she guided me. Each stroke of my tongue over the fabric felt like another stab of shame, but I kept going, knowing there was no escape from her control. Margaret let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying my submission. "You’re getting better at this," she teased, her toes wiggling slightly as they brushed against my lips. "It’s like you were meant for this, piggy." My stomach churned with disgust, but I pushed it down, continuing to lick her foot, desperate to please her and avoid whatever further cruelty she had in store. Her foot moved slowly, deliberately, guiding me from the heel to the toes, making sure I licked every inch of the sole. "Keep going," she commanded softly, her voice calm yet filled with authority. "I want to see that tongue working, piggy." Her foot pressed more firmly against my face as I continued to lick, my tongue tracing the contours of her sole, the fabric now damp with my saliva. Margaret’s smug expression never wavered, and I could feel the weight of her dominance pressing down on me with every humiliating lick. When Margaret finally tired of her game, she pulled her feet away from my face, taking her time, as if savoring the final moments of her control over me. I remained on my knees, still feeling the cold touch of her stockings on my skin and the bitter taste of humiliation she had forced upon me. "I hope this taught you a lesson," she said nonchalantly, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing out of the ordinary. "Touching what isn’t yours has consequences, piggy. And next time, maybe you’ll think twice before stealing from me." She extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying her lingering dominance. Her eyes flicked back to me, that same smug look never leaving her face. "You can go now," she said with a dismissive wave toward the door. "But remember, piggy, I’ll be waiting for our next little encounter." I struggled to stand, my legs trembling from both the physical strain and the weight of my shame. Without a word, I turned and made my way toward the door. Her words echoed in my mind, poisoning my thoughts with every step. As I opened the door, the chill of the outside air hit me, but before I could escape fully, her voice pierced the silence one last time. "I can't wait for our next meeting, my little piggy." I hurriedly closed the door behind me, refusing to look back, knowing her eyes were still on me, burning with satisfaction. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>><<set $margaret_relationship += 3>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|4th Floor]]

<h2>Walkthrough</h2> Welcome to the game walkthrough section! Here, you'll find helpful guides and tips for completing different storylines and quests. Click on a storyline below to view detailed steps for each: <ul> <li>[[Margaret Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Tyra Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Jill Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Deborah Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Hot Dog Cafe Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Tycen Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[Stephanie Walkthrough]]</li> <li>[[University Walkthrough]]</li> </ul> <<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Margaret Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>You will first meet Margaret when you exit your apartment.</li> <li>Margaret lives on the 4th floor of your building. Visit her, and she will ask for your help. The choice regarding the ring will direct you to Margaret's separate storyline.</li> </ol> <div style="display: flex;"> <div style="width: 50%; padding-right: 10px;"> <h3>If you stole the ring</h3> <ol> <li>Visit Margaret's apartment again, and she will give you a difficult choice.</li> <li>Visit Margaret's apartment once more, and she will offer you a job.</li> <li>Work for Margaret a few times, after which she will invite you to talk.</li> <li>Ask the bartender at "The Rusty Anchor" for help.</li> <li>Go to the "Pulse" club and enter the Smoking Room. You need to have $1,000 with you.</li> <li>After talking to Riley, wait 1 in-game day, then use a computer or phone to check your email. You'll receive a message.</li> <li>Visit Margaret's apartment one more time.</li> <li>Visit the police station in the City Center. Tell the officers you know Margaret.</li> <li>Call Officer Miller and agree to help them.</li> <li>Go home to Margaret and either tell her about the police or follow the police's plan.</li> <div style="display: flex; margin-top: 10px;"> <div style="width: 50%; padding-right: 5px;"> <h4>If you decided to help the police</h4> <ol> <li>Plant the wiretap as arranged with the police.</li> <li>Return home to Margaret the next day.</li> <li>Call Officer Miller.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> </div> <div style="width: 50%; padding-left: 5px;"> <h4>If you decided to tell Margaret about the police</h4> <ol> <li>Agree to help Margaret.</li> <li>Come back to Margaret in 2 days and discuss the police with her.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> </div> </div> </ol> </div> <div style="width: 50%; padding-left: 10px;"> <h3>If you did not steal the ring</h3> <ol> <li>Visit Margaret's apartment, and she will ask you for a favor. (To be continued...)</li> </ol> </div> </div> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Hot Dog Cafe Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Head to the park, then visit the hot dog café located there.</li> <li>Inquire about job opportunities, and agree to take the job.</li> <li>Work in the park a few times, then revisit the hot dog café and chat with the owner. You may agree to take on a side job.</li> <li>Visit the hot dog café again and speak with the owner; you can agree to take on another side job.</li> <li>If you choose the full program, the next time you come to the Hot Dog Café, an option to talk to the owner's assistant will appear. She will offer you a job and give you the number of her friend. By calling her, you can get a new job.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Tyra Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Visit the gym "Iron Haven." To participate, you need to buy Workout Clothes. You can purchase them in the City Center, on the 2nd floor of the mall at the FitPro store. Once you have the clothes, you can buy a monthly gym membership.</li> <li>With the gym membership, an option to talk to Tyra will appear. Try to get to know her better.</li> <li>After that, you’ll have the option to Work Out with Tyra at the gym. Work out with her twice, and she will give you her phone number.</li> <li>You need a phone, which you can buy at Tech Haven (Electronics Store) on the 1st floor of the mall. After calling Tyra, you’ll find out she will only be available on weekends, so call her on Saturday or Sunday.</li> <li>Go out with Tyra twice by calling her on the weekends.</li> <li>After the second outing, Tyra will suggest spending time with her friend. Agree to play cards (you don’t have to finish the game; feel free to stop whenever you want)(To be continued...).</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Jill Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Visit the convenience store "QuickMart" and try to introduce yourself to the cashier.</li> <li>Talk to Jill again; she will suggest spending time together on the weekend.</li> <li>On Saturday or Sunday, go to the convenience store and spend time with Jill.</li> <li>Return to the convenience store again on Saturday or Sunday and spend time with Jill once more; after this, she will give you her phone number.</li> <li>Call Jill and suggest spending time together. After visiting the amusement park or cinema, you can offer to spend the evening together.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Deborah Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Visit the library "PageTurner Library" and introduce yourself to the librarian.</li> <li>Ask Deborah about job opportunities.</li> <li>Chat with Deborah a couple of times, after which she will ask you for help.</li> <li>Spend time with Deborah after assisting her in the library.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Tycen Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Visit the outdoor basketball court and chat with the men playing basketball.</li> <li>Play basketball yourself a couple of times until a man calls you over.</li> <li>Agree to let Tycen teach you how to play basketball.</li> <li>Play basketball with Tycen a few times at the outdoor basketball court, after which he will invite you over to his place.</li> <li>While you're in the shower, agree to Tycen's invitation.</li> <li>Return to the outdoor basketball court and talk to Tycen, after which he will give you his phone number.</li> <li>You can call Tycen and spend time together.(To be continued...)</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<h2>Stephanie Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>On Wednesday, as you leave your apartment, a courier will meet you and give you a package. If you decide to return the package to its owner, you will start Stephanie's storyline.</li> <li>A location for Stephanie's house will appear in your area. Visit it.</li> <li>Revisit Stephanie's house and agree to have a session.</li> <li>With her phone number, you can call Stephanie to schedule sessions; there will be a total of four sessions.</li> <li>During the fourth session, Stephanie will make you an offer. If you agree, you will have the opportunity to work part-time for Stephanie.</li> <li>Go to your neighborhood; a new opportunity will appear to work part-time for Stephanie.</li> <li>Go to work for Stephanie again.</li> <li>Go to work for Stephanie once more.</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/livingroom.jpg"/> I mumbled, “Yeah, okay...” and started undressing, my hands fumbling as I pulled off my top, skirt, panties, and shoes. Shanita eyed me with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Still as flat as last time, huh?” she commented, making me feel even more exposed. She didn’t waste any time before giving her next command. “There’s a mop in the kitchen. Grab it and start scrubbing the living room floor. Had a party last night, and the floor’s soaked with booze.” I nodded silently, shuffling off to the kitchen to find the mop. Returning to the living room, I noticed Shanita had already settled onto the couch, eyes glued to the large TV, which was blaring loud music videos. She crossed one leg over the other, casually swinging her slippered foot in time with the beat. Her eyes flicked to me for a moment, her tone sharp. “What’re you waiting for? Get to work already.” With a deep breath, I obeyed, dropping to my knees and scrubbing the sticky floor, trying not to think about the alcohol—or whatever else—soaking the surface. All the while, Shanita’s snide comments rang in my ears. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\second\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After what felt like an eternity, she grabbed the remote and flicked the channel. The upbeat music videos vanished, replaced by something far more explicit. On the screen, a group of Black men was roughly taking a white girl in a porn scene, the aggressive display making my stomach tighten with discomfort. I bit my lip and forced myself to keep scrubbing the floor, determined to ignore the growing sense of awkwardness. I tried to keep my eyes down, scrubbing the floor harder as if it could somehow drown out the sounds coming from the TV. But Shanita seemed to sense my discomfort, and with a sly smirk, she grabbed the remote, cranking the volume up. The girl’s moans from the porn film echoed loudly in the room, the explicit sounds filling every corner. It became impossible to ignore. Shanita tossed the remote onto the couch and shifted her position. I glanced up briefly, only to see her legs spreading apart, her robe falling open just enough to reveal her pussy. My face flushed instantly, but I snapped my gaze back to the floor, hoping she hadn’t noticed. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\second\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her eyes, however, were all over me. I could feel her gaze burning into my skin, the silence between her words heavy with tension. Then, with a wicked grin, she said, “You’re really concentrating, huh? What’s going on in that little head of yours? Imagining yourself on that screen? Bet you’d love to trade places with that girl, huh? Those big, thick cocks stretching you out... That’s what you’re thinking about, isn’t it?” I swallowed hard, my hands freezing for a moment before I forced myself to keep moving. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stammered, “No, I’m just... focusing on the work.” But my voice didn’t sound as convincing as I wanted it to. Shanita chuckled darkly, clearly not buying it. “Oh, come on,” she drawled, leaning back further on the couch, her robe fully parting now, leaving nothing to the imagination. “You ain’t fooling me. Girls like you, moving to the city for a fresh start... You always end up in places like this. Doesn’t take long before you start dreaming about being fucked like that. That’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it? Not for the money.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, but I forced myself to keep scrubbing the floor, each swipe of the mop slower and more uncertain. I could feel my skin growing hot, my mind racing, trying to block out her words. But she wasn’t done yet. “Tell me,” she continued, her voice a mocking purr. “You ever been with a Black man? Bet you haven’t. I can tell. But you think about it, don’t you? Bet you’ve got a little fantasy in your head about it, about how good it’d feel. Come on, just admit it.” I bit my lip, trying to find my voice. “I’m just... doing the job,” I said softly, trying to deflect her, but my words felt hollow even to me. Shanita laughed, a low, throaty sound, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Sure, sure. But that mop ain’t gonna save you, girl. You might be here for the job, but I know what’s really going on in that head of yours.” I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my hands gripping the mop handle tightly as I tried to drown out her voice. But no matter how much I focused on scrubbing the sticky mess from the party, her words seeped into my thoughts, refusing to leave. I stole a quick glance at Shanita, and my breath caught in my throat. She was lounging on the couch, completely relaxed, her robe splayed open, leaving nothing hidden. Her legs were spread wide, one hand lazily stroking her pussy, while her other hand gently cupped one of her enormous breasts, her fingers brushing over her dark nipple. The sight was overwhelming, and for a split second, I couldn’t look away. Her eyes, however, weren’t on the porn blaring from the TV screen—they were locked onto me. A triumphant smile spread across her lips as soon as she saw me looking, her hand pausing between her thighs. “What’s wrong, girl? Enjoying the view?” she teased, her voice low and taunting. “Is this making your pussy wet? Bet it is, huh?” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\second\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I quickly averted my eyes, my cheeks burning as I focused on the floor. “I’m just… I’m just cleaning,” I mumbled, trying to sound neutral, but my voice came out strained. My heart was hammering in my chest, the mop suddenly feeling heavy in my trembling hands. Shanita’s laughter filled the room, a rich, throaty sound. “Don’t give me that,” she sneered, shifting slightly on the couch so her breasts jiggled enticingly. “Look at these beauties. Bet you’d love a pair like mine, huh?” I bit my lip, struggling to keep my gaze fixed on the sticky floor I was supposed to be scrubbing. “I’m fine with what I have,” I murmured, but the words felt weak, even to me. Shanita leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so modest,” she drawled, one hand slipping up to squeeze her massive breast, making her nipple stand out even more. “These are real tits, girl. Soft, heavy… Every man’s dream. And what do you have?” She glanced pointedly at my chest, her smirk widening. “Little mosquito bites? Can barely see ‘em even when you’re naked.” She laughed again, a cruel edge to her tone.“Bet it pisses you off, seeing how big and perfect mine are.” I clenched my jaw, struggling not to react. “I’m happy with my body,” I said quietly, hoping to end the conversation. But Shanita wasn’t about to let it go. “Bullshit,” she shot back instantly. Her eyes roamed over me slowly, taking in every inch of my exposed skin, making me feel even more vulnerable. “You’re just a poor, little white bitch. If someone handed you a pile of cash right now, you’d be on your knees begging for some silicone tits in no time. Get yourself some big, fake tits so people would actually notice you for once.” She leaned back again, one leg sliding further to the side, completely exposing herself. Her fingers teased the slick folds of her pussy, glistening in the light. “You know I’m right. No man with self-respect is gonna look twice at a flat little board like you. No tits, no curves… What have you got to offer?” Her words stung, each one a sharp barb aimed directly at my insecurities. I tried to focus on the floor, scrubbing furiously at a stubborn stain, but the mop seemed to blur in front of my eyes. My face was hot, my heart pounding, and I hated how much she was getting to me. Shanita’s laughter rang out again, louder this time. “See? That’s what I thought,” she purred, her eyes never leaving me. “You can say you’re ‘happy’ all you want, but we both know you’re lying. ‘Cause deep down, you know you ain’t got what it takes to keep a man’s attention.” She shifted again, rolling her shoulders back, making her breasts bounce slightly with the movement. “What, you think some guy’s gonna wanna stick around for that?” She gestured vaguely toward my chest, her lip curling in disdain. “Please. You’re just another forgettable face in a sea of flat-chested, desperate little girls. Only reason you’re here, scrubbing my floor, is ‘cause you ain’t got anything better going on.” I squeezed the mop handle tighter, my knuckles turning white. Each word she spoke felt like a slap, tearing at my confidence. But I couldn’t let her see how much it hurt. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to reply. “I’m just doing my job,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. Shanita raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mocking smile. “Oh, is that right? Just the job?” she repeated, her tone dripping with disbelief. “You’re naked on your knees, scrubbing my floor, while I sit here playing with myself—and you’re telling me it’s just ‘work’?” Her laughter was sharp and cutting, echoing in the small room. “Girl, you’re pathetic. But don’t worry, I ain’t judging. We all gotta make money somehow. Just be honest with yourself for once. You’re here ‘cause you know your flat ass ain’t gonna get you anywhere else.” <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/mop.jpg"/> I bit the inside of my cheek, struggling to keep my emotions in check. I wanted to say something, to defend myself, but no words came. Shanita’s gaze was heavy, her smirk triumphant, as if she’d already won some twisted game. I could feel my resolve crumbling, the weight of her words pressing down on me. And all the while, her hand never stopped moving between her thighs, her eyes never leaving me. The floor was finally clean, or at least as clean as I could manage after the mess from the night before. I straightened up, my back aching from bending over for so long. Shanita turned off the TV, her eyes still glinting with amusement, and stood up from the couch, adjusting her robe as she did. She casually walked over to the table, picking up her purse with a slow, deliberate motion. She approached me, pulling out a stack of cash. With a smirk, she handed me fifty dollars, the crisp bills cool against my fingers. “Thank you,” I muttered, though it felt hollow. Shanita paused, tapping her chin as if she were deep in thought, then let out a small chuckle. “You know what? You made me laugh today. I should give you a tip for that,” she said with a sly grin, reaching into her wallet again. For a moment, I dared to hope that maybe she’d actually be generous, maybe a decent tip after what I’d just endured. But then, she pulled out a single, crumpled one-dollar bill. Her eyes sparkled with mockery as she held it up, waving it teasingly in the air before me. “Here you go, girl. For all your hard work,” she drawled, drawing out the moment. I hesitated for a second, then reached out to take it, eager to just end this interaction. But just as my fingers were about to close around the bill, Shanita let it slip from her grasp, the dollar fluttering to the floor. “Oops,” she said with a smirk, watching me. <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/dollar.jpg"/> I stared at the bill lying on the floor between us, my stomach twisting with humiliation. Slowly, I bent down onto my knees to pick it up. As I did, Shanita’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “No worries, girl. I’m sure you’re used to crawling around on your knees for a few bucks,” she sneered, her laughter cruel and sharp. I clenched the dollar in my hand, the humiliation burning my face as I rose to my feet, swallowing the bitter taste in my throat. The room felt heavy with tension, her words hanging in the air like a taunt. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money += 51>><<set $shanitaFirstDay = true>> [[Thank her for the "generous" tip|Be Polite]] [[Tell her off|Confront Shanita]]

Her smug attitude finally pushed me over the edge. Without thinking, I snapped. “Go fuck yourself!” I spat, my voice laced with anger. Grabbing my clothes, I stormed toward the door, not even bothering to get dressed in front of her. I just wanted out, as far away from her twisted games as possible. But before I could reach the door, Shanita’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “You’re a bold bitch. But you’re also real fucking stupid if you think I’m just gonna let you walk outta here like that.” I stopped in my tracks, the venom in her words freezing me in place. With a quick, frantic motion, I slipped into my panties and shorts, my hands shaking slightly as I yanked my t-shirt over my head. The urgency of the moment gripped me, but I was determined to at least be dressed before facing her again. Turning slowly, I saw her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that same cruel smile on her lips. <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/livingroom.jpg"/> “You walk out now, and I’m calling the cops. I’ll tell them some strung-out white bitch broke in and stole my money,” she said, her voice cold and deliberate. I stared at her, disbelief flashing across my face. “No one’s gonna believe that,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but the unease was creeping in. Shanita’s grin widened. “Oh, they’ll believe it. You forget I’ve got cameras, sweetheart. It’ll show you coming in here, and it ain’t gonna be hard for me to spin a story.” I hesitated, the confidence draining out of me. She was bluffing, right? But her steady gaze, the way she seemed so sure of herself, made my pulse quicken. “This is insane,” I muttered, but I didn’t sound as certain anymore. Shanita stepped closer, her voice lowering. “There’s a way out, you know. You can make this all go away. Just get down on your knees and apologize. Properly this time.” Her words hung in the air, the challenge clear. [[Apologize to her|Apologize]] [[Tell her off again and leave|Leave Anyway]]

I forced a smile, swallowing my pride as I accepted the dollar bill from her hand. "Thank you for the generous tip," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and polite, even though sarcasm lingered just beneath the surface. It took everything in me not to let the anger seep into my words, but I kept my composure. Shanita smirked, clearly enjoying my attempt at diplomacy. "That’s right, girl, you better be thankful," she said with a mocking tone, crossing her arms as she leaned back. Her gaze lingered on me, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. I nodded slightly, taking a step back toward the door, eager to leave but determined to keep my dignity intact. "I appreciate the opportunity to work for you," I added, though the words tasted bitter. Shanita raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get outta here before I change my mind and ask for that dollar back," she sneered, clearly entertained by the situation. I gave her a polite nod and quickly gathered my things, putting my clothes back on. As I turned toward the door, I felt the last of my patience wearing thin, but I managed to hold it together. <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/leave.jpg"/> Stepping out into the hallway, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. It wasn’t the exit I had imagined, but at least I was done with her for the day. <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I hesitated, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on me, but I knew I had to make a choice. "Alright," I said quietly, my voice strained as I sank down to my knees, feeling the roughness of the floor beneath me. The humiliation was almost suffocating, a knot of discomfort growing in my stomach. "I apologize for my rudeness." <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/kneel.jpg"/> Shanita’s eyes darkened with disdain as she tilted her head, clearly unsatisfied. "That’s it? That’s all you got after running your damn mouth at me? You think a little 'sorry' gonna fix that?" Her voice dripped with venom, and I felt my heart race, unsure how to respond. I swallowed hard, trying to find my words. "What... what do you want me to say?" I stammered, the feeling of powerlessness creeping into my voice. Shanita crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. "First of all, you can start by takin' off that sad little shirt of yours. Ain't nobody tryin' to see that sorry excuse of a chest, but you’re gonna strip anyways." Her words cut deep, each one laced with condescension. I felt my face flush as I slowly grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with trembling hands. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I fought back the urge to cover myself. I sat there on my knees, topless and humiliated, my cheeks burning with a mix of anger and shame. "I’m sorry again..." I muttered. "Is this enough for you now?" Shanita chuckled coldly, shaking her head. "Oh, honey, we’re just gettin' started. You’re too damn smug for a broke-ass white bitch beggin' for forgiveness. But we’ll get you there." She stood up and made her way to the blue couch in the corner, her robe falling open slightly as she sat down with a confident air. She stretched out, crossing one leg over the other, her bare thigh peeking through the gap in the robe. "Crawl over here. On your knees. Let’s see just how sorry you really are." I hesitated, a wave of humiliation washing over me. My pride screamed at me to leave, but the fear of her threats held me in place. Slowly, I lowered myself onto my hands and knees and began crawling toward her. Each movement felt like it was chipping away at whatever self-respect I had left. The soft fabric of the rug brushed against my bare knees, and I could feel her eyes watching every pathetic inch I covered. When I finally reached her, I sat back on my knees at her feet, my heart pounding in my chest. Shanita looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of her robe. "That’s better," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Now, apologize again. But this time, make it good." I opened my mouth to apologize, but Shanita wasn’t having it. "I... I’m sorry for being disrespectful." "That’s weak," she interrupted, her voice cold. "I want to hear you beg. You’re gonna grovel like the little white bitch you are. Come on, beg for my forgiveness." My throat felt tight, my voice shaky as I tried to meet her demands. "Please... forgive me, Shanita. I didn’t mean to disrespect you." "Pathetic," she sneered. "Put some feeling into it. I want to see how low you’ll go to keep your sorry ass out of trouble." I bit my lip, forcing myself to repeat the words with more desperation. "I... I’m really sorry. Please, Shanita, forgive me. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that." The words tasted bitter as they left my mouth, and I could feel my face burning with shame. Shanita leaned back against the couch, clearly enjoying every second of my torment. "Hmm... getting there, but you’re still holding back," she said, her voice soft yet cruel. She let out a slow, deliberate sigh before leaning forward, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "If you really want to make it up to me, there’s one more thing you gotta do." I glanced up at her, fear bubbling in my chest as I waited for her next demand. "Lower your head and lick my feet." Her words hung in the air, the cruelty in her tone unmistakable. "That’s how you’re gonna apologize now. Show me just how sorry you really are." [[Agree to her humiliating request|Agree to lick her feet]] [[Tell her off and leave|Tell her off again and leave]]

I stared at her, the smug expression on her face fueling my anger. She thought she could intimidate me, manipulate me into submission. But I wasn’t going to let her have the satisfaction. With a cold edge in my voice, I said, "You're bluffing, just trying to scare me. I’m not falling for it." My heart raced, but I kept my head high, refusing to show her any sign of fear. Without waiting for her response, I spun on my heels and marched toward the door. The weight of the situation was heavy, but my anger propelled me forward. As I reached for the handle, her voice came from behind, dripping with venom. "Yeah, fuck off then! You stupid bitch!" I could hear the bitterness in her tone, but I didn’t stop. "Don’t you dare ever come back here!" she shouted, her words following me out. I stepped into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind me, cutting off the last of her insults. The sound echoed in the quiet corridor. My heart was still pounding, but as I stood there, the tension that had knotted inside me finally began to ease. A deep breath, and I felt the rush of relief—like a weight had been lifted from my chest. <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/leave.jpg"/> For the first time since I had arrived, the air felt fresh. Free. I walked away from her apartment, my steps lighter with every pace, knowing I had stood up for myself. Shanita and her cruel, manipulative games were behind me now. <<set $shanitaDismissal = true>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

Shanita’s bare feet rested on the small rug in front of the couch, her toes slightly curled as she waited for me to comply. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, but I knew I had no other choice. Slowly, I lowered my head, the heat rising in my cheeks as I inched closer to her feet. For a moment, I froze, my mind racing with the sheer humiliation of what I was about to do. "What’s the hold-up?" Shanita asked in an icy tone, snapping me out of my daze. "Start by sniffing them." Her command was cold and firm, leaving no room for defiance. With a deep breath, I brought my face closer to her feet, the scent of her skin filling my nostrils. It was a mixture of lotion and a faint musk that I couldn’t escape from. My heart raced as I inhaled, each breath making the moment feel more surreal. I could feel her eyes on me, watching every move I made. "There you go," Shanita said with a mocking laugh. "Smells good, huh? That’s right, get a good whiff." Her words dripped with cruelty, each one twisting the knife deeper into my pride. I kept my face close to her feet, the discomfort and humiliation burning inside me. After a few moments, Shanita tapped her toes lightly against my cheek, signaling me to take the next step. "Alright, now put that mouth to good use. Let’s see that tongue." Her voice was sharp, full of condescension. With trembling hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and ran it across her toes. The sensation was strange, a mix of bitterness and shame flooding through me as my tongue grazed the soft skin of her foot. I could feel her toes flexing slightly under my touch as I moved from one toe to the next, each lick adding to the weight of my humiliation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\apologies\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s better," Shanita said with a smirk, her foot pressing a little harder against my lips. "This is probably the best thing you could ever do with that mouth of yours, huh? Licking my feet like the pathetic little bitch you are." I didn’t respond, too focused on carrying out her humiliating demand. My tongue moved over her sole, tracing the curves of her foot, each motion feeling like a degradation of my dignity. Every second felt longer as her cruel comments echoed in my mind. "Don’t stop now," Shanita urged, her voice taunting. "Come on, lick 'em good. Make sure you cover every inch." I complied, licking up and down her foot, from heel to toe, each humiliating stroke leaving a bitter taste in my mouth—both literal and figurative. She watched me the entire time, her smirk never leaving her face, clearly enjoying my submission. "Show my feet some love, girl." Shanita’s voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing as she watched me, clearly expecting more. She shifted slightly on the couch, lifting one of her feet just a little. Instinctively, I raised my head to follow, my face inches away from her toes. "Keep going," she commanded. My hands trembled as I gently took hold of her foot, its smooth skin warm against my palms. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I pressed my lips to the top of her foot, planting soft kisses along the arch. Each kiss felt like a step deeper into the degrading situation, but I kept going, hoping it would end soon. Shanita’s gaze stayed fixed on me, her lips curling into a small smirk. "That’s more like it," she said with a low chuckle. "But you can do better than that. Let’s see you suck on those toes." Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated for a brief moment, but with a deep breath, I lowered my head again. My lips wrapped around her big toe, and I began to gently suck on it, the salty taste of her skin filling my mouth. I could hear her stifled laugh above me, clearly entertained by the sight of me obeying her every degrading command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\shanita_house\apologies\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Suck them good, like you mean it. I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you?" I didn’t respond, too focused on carrying out her humiliating demand. One by one, I took her toes into my mouth, sucking lightly on each, trying to ignore the bile rising in my throat. Her foot flexed slightly, toes curling as I worked, Shanita letting out a pleased hum. "Look at you," she continued, her voice low and amused. "A little white girl, on her knees, sucking my toes. I bet this is the best job you’ll ever have, huh?" I said nothing, just kept sucking, moving from toe to toe, each one feeling like another weight on my pride. My face flushed with embarrassment, but I didn’t stop. I could feel Shanita’s gaze burning into me, her smirk growing wider with every humiliating action I performed. Suddenly, the shrill sound of a phone ringing broke the silence. Shanita sighed dramatically, glancing down at me with mild annoyance before shoving me back with her foot. I stumbled slightly but didn’t resist, too caught up in the humiliation of the moment. Without another word, she stood up, adjusting her robe lazily as she strode over to where her phone lay on a nearby table. "What a shame," she said over her shoulder, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. "It looks like we’ve been interrupted. But I suppose that’s enough for today. Go ahead, get your things." I stayed kneeling for a moment, her dismissive words ringing in my ears, before finally pushing myself up. My face was flushed, and my body felt heavy with a strange mix of emotions. Quickly, I grabbed my top from where I had discarded it earlier and slipped it back on, feeling a rush of relief to be covered again, even if only a little. I moved towards the door, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the room. Just as I reached for the handle, Shanita’s voice cut through the air once more. "Hold on a second," she called out, and I froze, turning back towards her. She had the phone pressed to her ear but was now rummaging through her purse with one hand. Finally, she pulled out a small bill, her eyes gleaming with mischief. With a slow, deliberate movement, she held out the two-dollar bill towards me, a twisted smile playing across her face. "Here," she said, her tone mocking. "Buy yourself something nice." <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/handout.jpg"/> The condescension in her voice was palpable, and I hesitated, unsure whether to take the money or just walk out. She chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort, then lifted the phone to her mouth again, already re-engaging in her conversation as if I were nothing more than a passing amusement. With a resigned sigh, I reached out and took the bill from her hand. Shanita didn’t even bother to acknowledge me as she turned her attention fully to her phone, laughing at something the person on the other end had said. Without another word, I turned back to the door, stepped out of her apartment, and closed the door behind me. The cool air of the hallway washed over me as I finally left the oppressive presence of Shanita behind. <<set $money += 2>><<set $corruption += 1>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I had enough. I pushed myself off my knees, standing tall despite the uneasy feeling in my chest. "You know what? Go to hell!" I snapped, my voice shaking with anger. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and headed straight for the door. Shanita’s voice followed me, sharp and mocking as it echoed through the room. "Get out of my house, you worthless bitch! Don’t ever come back. I’ll find another little white slut, one who knows her place. You? You’ll be out there sucking off homeless guys for scraps in no time." <img src="img\locations\outside\shanita_house/leave.jpg"/> Her cruel words stung, but I didn’t let them stop me. I kept walking, ignoring her vicious rant as I yanked the door open and stepped out into the hallway. The air outside felt instantly lighter, less suffocating than the tension-filled space I had just left behind. I didn’t stop until I was out of her building and back on the street, where I could finally breathe again. <<set $shanitaDismissal = true>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/cataloging.jpg"/> I follow Deborah into a quiet corner of the library where stacks of new books are piled high on a large table. The smell of fresh paper fills the air. "Okay, it’s pretty straightforward," she says, pulling out a notebook and flipping it open. "We just need to enter the title, author, genre, and the library’s catalog number into the system." She gestures toward a nearby computer. I nod, taking a seat in front of the screen. "Got it. Let’s get started." As I begin typing in the details of the first book, Deborah works beside me, sorting through the stacks and handing me books to catalog. Occasionally, she glances over at my progress, offering tips or suggestions. "You’re a natural at this," she says with a smile as I finish another entry. "We’ll have these books ready in no time." <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>> As we work, our conversation drifts to lighter topics—our favorite authors, recent book releases, and funny moments from library life. Time flies by, and before I know it, we’ve made a significant dent in the pile. After a while, Deborah leans back with a satisfied sigh. "I couldn’t have done this without you. Thanks so much for your help." "Anytime," I reply, feeling a sense of accomplishment. After we finish cataloging the last of the books, Deborah stretches and smiles at me. "That was a lot of work, but thanks to you, we’re all set." She glances at her watch, then looks up with a playful grin. "I actually have a free hour now. What do you say we go for a walk? It’s been a while since I’ve had a break, and I could use some fresh air." "That sounds nice. Where do you want to go?" "There’s a park nearby—it’s a great place to relax. Come on, I’ll show you." [[Agree to go for a walk|Go For a Walk with Deborah]] [[Maybe some other time|Library]]

We step out of the library and walk toward the nearby park, the cool breeze carrying the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. The trees sway gently, and the sound of birds chirping fills the air, making the moment feel peaceful and serene. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/park_walk.jpg"/> Deborah walks beside me, her hands casually in her pockets, smiling as she glances around. "I love coming here when I need to clear my head. It’s nice to get away from the books for a bit." We continue our walk, talking about all sorts of things—recent events, random stories, and little moments that make us laugh. The conversation flows effortlessly, and I find myself enjoying her company even more. At one point, we pause by a small pond, watching the ducks swim lazily across the water. Deborah leans on the railing and turns to me, her eyes bright and her expression relaxed. "Thanks for coming out with me," she says softly. "It’s nice to have someone to talk to outside of the library. Sometimes it feels like I’m surrounded by stories, but don’t get to live any of my own." She chuckles at the thought, but there’s a warmth in her tone. I smile. "I get that. It’s good to take a break from everything sometimes." As the sun starts to set, casting a warm orange glow over the park, Deborah pulls out her phone and taps a few buttons before handing it to me. "Here, take my number," she says with a grin. "If you ever need anything—or just want to chat—give me a call." I take the phone, adding her number into mine before handing it back. "I will. Thanks, Deborah." She tucks her phone away and gives me a small wave. "Alright, I’d better head home. But let’s do this again sometime, yeah?" I nod, feeling a sense of connection between us. "Definitely." With that, we say our goodbyes and head off in separate directions, both of us with a smile on our faces as we return home. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>> <<if $currentTime is 0>> <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <</if>><<set $deborah_relationship = 30>><<set $deborahPark = true>> [[Return to the neighborhood area|Outside]]

I approached Deborah, and she smiled lightly, gesturing toward the far end of the library. "We need to get that section in order," she said. "It’s a bit of a task, but I know you can handle it." <img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_work_two.jpg"/> I headed over to the area she pointed out. Books, folders, and scattered notes were strewn about, waiting to be sorted and put back in their rightful places. For the next few hours, I worked steadily, shelving books, organizing documents, and tidying up the accumulated mess. Slowly but surely, the space became more orderly, each corner taking on a sense of neatness and clarity. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> Once I was done, I took a few steps back to admire the results. The shelves were now perfectly arranged, and the atmosphere in this quiet part of the library felt lighter and refreshed. <ul> <<if $thirdWebcamStreamDone and !$libraryStudent>><li>[[A student studying in the library asks me to come over|Library Student]]</li><</if>> <<if $libraryStudentHead and $inventory.includes("Butt Plug") and ($dayNumber - $libraryStudentLastContact) >= 1 and !$libraryStudentPlug>><li>[[A student beckons me to come over|Library Student Plug]]</li><</if>> <<if $libraryStudentHead and $inventory.includes("Butt Plug") and ($dayNumber - $libraryStudentLastContact) >= 1 and !$libraryStudentPlug and $libraryStudentReport>><li>[[A student beckons me to come over; I could record our meeting for evidence to show the police|Library Student Record]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Go to Deborah for payment|Library Payment]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/talk.jpg"/> I make my way back to the main section of the library, spotting Deborah still at her desk. Approaching her, I offer a small smile. "I’m done for today," I say, feeling the satisfaction of a job well done. Deborah looks up, her expression softening with appreciation. "Thank you so much for your hard work," she replies, reaching into a drawer and handing me a small envelope. "Here’s your pay for today." I take the envelope gratefully. "Thanks, Deborah," I say, giving her a nod before heading towards the exit. As I step outside, the fresh air greets me, and I feel a sense of accomplishment after a productive day at the library. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

As I was finishing up my work and getting ready to leave, I heard a voice from across the library. A young Black student waved me over to his table. Though I was about to head home, I hesitated for a moment, then decided to see what he wanted. I approached his table, where he had been studying, and asked, "Did you call for me?" "Yeah, come sit down for a sec," he replied, leaning back in his chair with a casual grin. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> I glanced at the clock, shrugged, and sat down across from him. "So, what’s up?" I asked, feeling a little curious about his intentions. "You work here, right?" he asked, his eyes casually looking me up and down. "Yeah, I help out around the library for the owner," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. "For real? Man, you too fine to be workin' in some dusty old library," he said, his voice dropping into a slow, lazy drawl. "I mean, c'mon, girl. Look at you, all cute n' shit. Why you wastin' your time here? Ain’t nobody tryna be in a library no more." I raised an eyebrow but kept my cool. "The pay’s not great, but the work’s easy. It's just a side gig while I look for something better," I said. "Mmhmm, I see you," he nodded, clearly not that interested in the details of my job. His eyes never left me. "But let me ask you somethin'—why a pretty white girl like you gotta work at all? Bet you got dudes lined up ready to take care of you." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I mean, if I had a girl like you, shoot, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. You feel me?" I shifted in my seat, feeling the weight of his gaze. "I’m just doing what I gotta do," I answered, trying to stay calm. "Aight, I respect that," he said, though his tone didn’t sound all that respectful. He leaned back, stretching his arms. "But seriously, what’s your name? Bet it's as fine as you are." "It’s <<print $name>>," I replied. "<<print $name>>?" he repeated with a grin. "Damn, girl, that’s a sweet-ass name. Suits you perfectly. Fine name for a fine-ass chick. So tell me, <<print $name>>, you got a man? Someone waitin' on you at home?" I felt my cheeks heat up, his flirty, borderline aggressive tone making it hard to stay unaffected. "That’s not really any of your business, is it?" I shot back, trying to keep control of the situation. "Aww, c’mon now, don’t be like that. Just tryna have a little fun, that’s all," he said with a wink. "Bet you ain’t got nobody takin' care of you like you deserve. Me? I’d treat you real nice." <<set $libraryStudent = true>> He gave me a slow smile, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "You know, you should stop messin' with this library shit and let a real man show you how to live." <ul> <li>[[Continue the conversation|Library Flirting]]</li> <li>[[Tell him it's time to leave|Library Student Exit]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> As I sat there, his demeanor shifted. His eyes were locked onto mine, and I could feel his knee pressing against mine under the table. Without any subtlety, his hand slid onto my thigh, fingers brushing the edge of my skirt. His touch was bold and unapologetic, testing how far he could push. "You know," he said with a slow grin, "you’re too fine to be stuck in a place like this. You got that sweet, innocent look, but I bet there’s more to you than meets the eye." His fingers inched higher, dangerously close to the hem of my skirt. I tensed, trying to decide how to respond. He noticed my reaction and leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "C’mon, girl, you can’t tell me you don’t like a little excitement. This library's dead quiet, no one's around... so why don't we make it a little more interesting?" His voice was a low, provocative murmur. I glanced around, but the library was almost empty. His hand was now firmly on my thigh, his fingers caressing my skin through the fabric. "Interesting?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah," he said, his smirk widening. "I mean, look at you. All dressed up, actin' like you’re here just to work. But I know you’re hiding a wild side." He shifted even closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Why don’t you show me? Right here. Ain’t nobody gonna walk in." His hand moved higher, grazing the skin just beneath my skirt. "I bet you’d feel real good right now. We could have a little fun, baby, make this library a place worth visitin'." I could feel the heat rising in my face, his boldness taking me off guard. His hand pressed harder against my thigh as he leaned back, his grin full of smug confidence. "C'mon, girl. Give me a little taste. Right here, right now. You know you wanna." I could barely believe what he was suggesting. His audacity left me speechless for a moment, and my thoughts raced as I tried to decide how to respond. "Don't act like you're not into it. I can see it in your eyes," he said, leaning back and stretching his arms confidently, as if already knowing the outcome. I swallowed hard, glancing around again. The library was quiet, the dim lights casting long shadows across the shelves. <ul> <li>[[Give in and do what he wants|Library Student Oral]]</li> <li>[[Refuse and get ready to leave|Library Student Exit]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> As I stood up to leave, I squared my shoulders and said firmly, "I don’t appreciate you hitting on me, and my shift is over. I’m heading home," hoping the firmness in my voice would put an end to it. But as I started to turn away, his voice, lazy and confident, pulled me back. "Hold up a minute, babe," he called, leaning back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest. "I got somethin' I wanna show you." I paused, my frustration mounting. I had no interest in whatever he had to show me, but something in his tone—too sure of himself—made me sit back down reluctantly. "Alright," I sighed, trying to mask my irritation, "but make it quick." He smirked, reaching into his pocket, and my stomach twisted in a mix of suspicion and unease. He pulled out his phone, flipping it in his hands as if playing with it before finally holding it up to me. The screen flickered on, revealing a video. At first, it didn’t register—just a close-up of someone’s pussy, explicit and intimate. I blinked, my mind scrambling to make sense of it, and then it hit me. That was my body on the screen. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/phone.jpg"/> My heart lurched into my throat, panic spreading through my veins. "What the hell is this?!" I started to ask, but the words caught in my throat as a wave of dread choked me. I didn’t need to ask. I knew exactly what it was. It was one of my webcam streams. His grin widened, pleased by the realization dawning on my face. "Damn, baby. Look at that. You act all professional, but underneath it all, you’re just another little slut showin' off her tight white pussy for all those freaks online, huh?" "Delete it. Right now. Forget you ever saw it," I demanded, my voice trembling as I fought to keep it steady. I glanced around, but the library was eerily quiet—no one was around to help, no one to witness this. He chuckled, slow and deep, clearly enjoying every second of my discomfort. "Why would I do that, babe? Huh?" he asked, almost tauntingly. "That’s some premium shit right there. You got the nicest little white pussy I’ve ever seen, babe. How am I supposed to forget that?" I swallowed hard, scanning the library again for any sign of help, but we were alone in this corner, isolated. The pit in my stomach only grew. "What do you want?" I asked, the words bitter as they left my lips. I already knew it wasn’t going to be anything good. "Come on, girl, don’t play dumb now. You know exactly what I want," he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes glinting with sick amusement. "Just a little favor, right here, right now. Suck my dick, and maybe I forget all about this little video. Easy, right?" My stomach turned. "You’re out of your mind," I spat, pushing my chair back slightly as if I could physically distance myself from him and the repulsive demand. "There’s no way I’m doing that." He didn’t seem phased by my response at all. In fact, his smirk only deepened. "That’s too bad, babe. 'Cause I bet it’s gonna get real awkward when your boss and everyone else around here finds out you’re a filthy little slut who jerks off for cash. Probably wouldn’t look so good, huh? The innocent library girl, a damn cam whore. Classic." I clenched my fists under the table, my heart pounding. "If you even try something, I’ll go to the police," I shot back, hoping the threat would be enough to make him think twice. He just laughed, as if the whole thing was a joke. "Girl, please. You think I'm stupid? I’ll make sure it’s smooth, clean. No one’s gonna know it was me, but everyone’s gonna know what you are. They’re gonna see that pretty little pussy of yours, and they’ll know you’re nothin' but a whore." He leaned back, stretching leisurely, completely in control of the situation—or at least, that’s how he saw it. His eyes gleamed as he continued, "So what’s it gonna be, babe? You gonna be a good little girl and suck me off, or are we gonna let everyone find out your dirty secret?" The tension hung thick in the air. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and the options before me felt like a tightening noose. <ul> <<if $money >= 100>><li>[[Offer him money|Library Student Bribe]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Give in to his demands|Library Student Suck]]</li> <li>[[Tell him to fuck off and walk out|Library Student Refuse]]</li> </ul>

I felt my stomach churn as I said it, the words catching in my throat. "Fine... alright," I forced out, trying to keep the tremble from my voice. "I’ll do it. I’ll suck you off, but you need to delete that video and never bother me again." His grin widened, satisfaction oozing from him. "No problem, babe," he replied smoothly. True to his word, he pulled up the video and deleted it in front of me, his thumb pressing down on the screen with exaggerated slowness, as if savoring the moment. But even as I watched it disappear, I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he might have saved a copy somewhere. Still, I had to hope he’d keep his end of the deal. Once the video was gone, he stood up from his chair and approached me, towering over my seated form. "Alright, baby," he said, his tone dripping with smugness. "Down on your knees, white girl. Show me what you’re really good at." I glanced around the library once more, praying no one would walk in. It was quiet, dead even, with no one in sight. Reluctantly, I slid down from the chair, lowering myself in front of him. My knees hit the cold floor, and the humiliation washed over me in waves. His smirk deepened as he looked down at me, enjoying every second of my discomfort. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Let’s make this fun, babe," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Ask me... no, beg me to let you suck my dick." I clenched my jaw, fighting back the nausea rising in my throat. I hated myself for this, hated the situation I was in, but I was trapped. I swallowed my pride, forcing out the words. "Please... let me suck your dick," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "Nah, that ain’t good enough," he said, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "I want you to beg me. Come on, put some heart into it." Tears stung at the corners of my eyes, but I forced myself to comply. I couldn’t afford to resist, not with what was at stake. "Please... please let me suck your cock," I said, my voice trembling with the effort of keeping myself together. "I need to... please, just let me do it," I whispered, my dignity crumbling away with each word. His laugh was dark, full of condescension. "That’s more like it," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling himself out. "Now start with your hands, babe. I wanna feel those soft little hands on me first." With shaking fingers, I reached up, wrapping one hand around him and the other cupping his balls. The humiliation was overwhelming, but I did as he asked, stroking him slowly, my hand moving up and down while my other hand gently fondled him. He groaned above me, enjoying the power he held over me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Yeah, that’s right," he murmured. "Work those hands, baby. Get me nice and hard before you put that pretty mouth to work." His voice came down in a commanding tone, dripping with satisfaction. "Alright, babe, now use those lips. Suck it, white girl." His words hit like a hammer, but I had no choice. I obediently wrapped my lips around him, feeling the weight of him against my tongue as I started to suck, my hand still stroking him in rhythm. His groans filled the empty library, accompanied by his degrading remarks. "You know," he said with a grin in his voice, "I’ve been pretty generous with you, letting you just give me head. You should be thankful, girl. I could’ve asked for so much more." His hand rested on the back of my head, guiding my movements. I kept my focus, suppressing the revulsion that churned in my stomach, but his words kept slicing through the humiliation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Say it," he demanded. "Thank me for being so kind." I paused, pulling his cock from my mouth, and with a wave of humiliation crashing over me, I uttered the words he wanted to hear. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Thank you for being generous." He chuckled darkly. "That’s more like it, babe. Now get back to work." With that, I took him back into my mouth, the taste of him bitter on my tongue as I continued to degrade myself, every second feeling more unbearable than the last. His hands gripped my head firmly, and without any warning, he began thrusting into my throat with rough, unrelenting force. Each movement made it harder for me to breathe, my gag reflex kicking in, and nausea rising in my stomach. My eyes watered, and I could feel the drool escaping the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and splattering onto the library floor. "Look at you," he muttered between thrusts, his voice thick with amusement. "Slobbering all over like a desperate little slut. Can’t even keep it together, can you?" His grip tightened, pushing me deeper onto him, and I fought the urge to retch as I tried to focus on steadying my breathing. With each rough thrust, I could feel my top slipping, slowly revealing my breasts. But I was too focused on not choking to care. My mind raced, trying to block out the shame, the humiliation, and the sheer physical discomfort, but it was impossible. I was reduced to just trying to survive the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Oh, yeah, baby, just like that," he groaned. "You’re making a real mess down there. Keep going, show me what that mouth can really do." He let out a deep chuckle, clearly enjoying every second of my struggle. The cool air of the library brushed against my exposed chest, but I barely registered it. I couldn’t fix my top, not with him holding me in place, using me so violently. All I could do was endure, hoping it would end soon, the sound of his degrading laughter ringing in my ears. After an intense session of rough throat-fucking, he shoved his cock deep into my throat, all the way to the base. His groans filled the air as I felt hot spurts of cum pouring down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all, even as I struggled for breath. "Just like I thought, you're a perfect slut," he sneered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. I remained on my knees, dazed by the sheer amount of cum I had consumed, my body trembling from the humiliation. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up to meet his gaze. "So, how do you like the taste?" he asked mockingly, his eyes glinting with amusement. I stayed silent, trying to choke down the lump in my throat. "Oh, and I need to clean this cock of mine... looks like I know just the place for that," he added, his fingers tightening in my hair as he guided my mouth open again. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> His cock slipped back between my lips, slow and deliberate at first, pushing against my cheek, then pulling out with a loud, wet sound. He thrust it back in harder, using my mouth like it was nothing but his personal tool. I felt the slick remnants of his cum smearing against my lips as he wiped himself off on my face. "Now, thank me for that delicious meal," he said, his grin widening as he looked down at me. Swallowing my pride, along with the bitter taste still in my mouth, I forced out a quiet, "Thank you..." but couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. "Nah, that’s not good enough, slut," he growled, yanking harder on my hair, making me wince. "I said thank me properly, like the dirty whore you are." His tone was sharp, filled with a degrading sense of authority. I could feel my face burn with shame as I knew what he expected. With every ounce of my remaining dignity crushed, I obediently repeated, my voice trembling with humiliation, "Thank you... thank you for the meal, sir." After finishing, he casually began to get dressed, his eyes never leaving me. Once fully clothed, he turned toward one of the nearby library shelves, picking up something small that I hadn’t noticed before. My heart sank when I saw what it was—a tiny camera. He held it up with a smug grin. "Wanna see something?" he asked, a twisted satisfaction in his voice. He waved the camera in front of me before continuing. "Guess what? I recorded the whole thing. All of it." My breath caught in my throat as his words sank in. He had been filming everything. "You know," he said, his tone suddenly casual, "I did delete that webcam video, like I promised. After all, why would I need that now, when I have something even better?" He paused, his grin widening as he continued, "I mean, come on, this is gold. You, blowing me in a public library, and not just blowing me—loving it. Begging for it." I stared at him, my body frozen in place as the full weight of what he was saying settled in. I had no idea what he planned to do with the footage, but I knew it wasn't good. His smug, arrogant smile only grew as he savored my reaction. He smirked as he tucked the camera away and added, "You know, I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that sweet white pussy of yours, but I’ve got other things to take care of today. Next time we meet in the library, though, you’ll treat me to that juicy little cunt, won’t you?" He paused, his eyes scanning me up and down with deliberate hunger. "Oh, and by the way, I really liked those toys you showed off on your stream. So, next time I see you, I expect you to have an anal plug in that tight little white ass of yours. Got it?" With that, he gave me a final arrogant grin. "See you around, babe," he said casually, turning his back to leave. "Don’t keep me waiting too long." He walked out, leaving me stunned and humiliated. I stood there for a moment, trying to process everything. My body felt numb as I started to clean myself up, wiping the remnants of his cum from my face and adjusting my clothes. My heart was still racing, but I had to pull myself together. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this. Not here. Not in the library. After that, I headed over to Deborah, needing to escape the tension. “I finished my shift,” I reported, trying to keep my voice steady. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student_end.jpg"/> Noticing my strange behavior, she asked, “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m just tired,” I replied, forcing a smile to mask my unease. She handed me an envelope with my paycheck, thanking me for my hard work. I took it, offered her a quick smile, and exited the library, eager to leave the unsettling encounter behind. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>><<set $libraryStudentHead = true>><<set $libraryStudentLastContact = $dayNumber>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> I shot him a glare. “Get lost,” I said firmly as I stood up from the table, my heart racing. “You’re making a huge mistake,” he warned, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Everyone will know you’re just a stupid little slut. Soon enough, you’ll enjoy your fame as the local celebrity. I promise you that, babe.” I raised my middle finger in response, a defiant gesture as I turned away. After that, I headed over to Deborah, needing to escape the tension. “I finished my shift,” I reported, trying to keep my voice steady. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student_end.jpg"/> Noticing my strange behavior, she asked, “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m just tired,” I replied, forcing a smile to mask my unease. She handed me an envelope with my paycheck, thanking me for my hard work. I took it, offered her a quick smile, and exited the library, eager to leave the unsettling encounter behind. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> I took a deep breath and said, “How about we talk money? I can pay you to just leave me alone.” He raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued but not entirely convinced. “That’s not exactly what I want, but I’m all ears for your generous offer.” I hesitated for a moment, then said, “How about a hundred dollars?” He stared at me, his expression shifting from curious to incredulous. Then, he burst into laughter. “You gotta be kidding me, bitch! A hundred? Come on, that’s just a joke!” “Okay, fine. What do you want, then?” I shot back, trying to keep my composure. He leaned back, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying this game. “Let’s see… how about a thousand dollars for my silence?” “Are you serious? A thousand? You’re such a jerk!” I exclaimed, frustration creeping into my voice. “Shut your mouth and don’t yap at me,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Keep talking like that, and I might just increase the amount.” I paused, weighing my options. <ul> <<if $money >= 1000>><li>[[Pay him $1,000 for silence|Library Student Bribe End]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Agree to suck him off|Library Student Suck]]</li> <li>[[Tell him to get lost|Library Student Refuse]]</li> </ul>

I sighed, conceding to his demands. “Alright, it’ll be your way,” I muttered, reaching into my bag to pull out the cash. I counted out a thousand dollars and tossed it onto the table in front of him with a snarky, “Choke on that.” <img src="img/locations/outside/library/bribe.jpg"/> “Shut up and don’t get cocky,” he snapped, shoving the bills into his pocket. “Must be nice being a girl. Earning quick cash by flashing your pussy to all sorts of creeps and losers.” I shot back, “My personal life is none of your concern. Are you satisfied with the cash?” With a cocky grin, he replied, “I wouldn’t say no to a quick blowjob on the way out, though.” “Don’t even think about it,” I warned, shaking my head. “Too bad,” he replied, leaning back in his chair with a chuckle. “But hey, a grand is a pretty sweet deal for me. I’m happy with that.” With that, he stood up and sauntered toward the exit of the library, throwing one last insult over his shoulder. “See ya, you little slut.” I bit my tongue, deciding to let it slide. After he left, I took a moment to compose myself before heading over to Deborah. “I finished my shift,” I reported, trying to sound casual. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student_end.jpg"/> Noticing my unusual demeanor, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m just tired,” I replied, forcing a smile. She handed me an envelope with my paycheck and thanked me for my work. I took it, said my goodbyes, and left the library, eager to put the day behind me. <<set $money -= 1000>><<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

I hesitated for a moment, feeling his hand slide further up my thigh, the pressure of his touch insistent. His eyes were locked on mine, filled with a smug confidence that made my pulse quicken. There was something almost daring in the way he leaned back, as if he already knew I wouldn’t say no. "C'mon, girl," he urged softly, "I can tell you want it. Just a little fun, right? Ain't nobody gonna know." His voice was low, coaxing, and I found myself glancing around the empty library. The silence was thick, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the rows of books. My heart pounded in my chest as I made my decision. Slowly, I slid off the chair and got down on my knees in front of him. His grin widened as he shifted in his seat, undoing his belt with a deliberate, almost lazy motion. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s right," he muttered, watching me with hooded eyes. "Knew you couldn’t resist." He freed himself, and I felt my breath hitch as his hand gently pushed my head forward. I hesitated for a second, the reality of the situation hitting me, but before I could reconsider, his hand tightened in my hair. "Go on, baby. Don’t make me wait." I closed my eyes, the heat of embarrassment and submission flooding through me as I took him into my mouth. He groaned softly, his fingers tightening their grip in my hair as he guided me, his hips pressing forward. "Yeah, that’s it," he breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Knew you'd be good at this. Keep goin', just like that." The minutes seemed to stretch on forever as I worked, the quiet of the library broken only by the soft sounds of his breath and the occasional rustle of clothing. His hand remained in my hair, his control over me unrelenting. "Damn, girl," he muttered, his voice a lazy drawl. "You got a real talent for this. You should be proud." He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying my humiliation. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\bj\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As he reached his climax, his grip on my hair tightened, and with a deep groan, he finished in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, the warmth of his release filling my throat. His hand lingered in my hair for a moment longer before he finally let go, sitting back with a satisfied grin. "Knew you’d be a good girl for me," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Told you this library was about to get a whole lot more fun." He leaned back, still watching me as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself. "Are we... done here?" I asked, feeling my face flush with a mix of shame and lingering desire. "For now," he replied with a smirk, zipping up his pants. "But don't worry, girl. We'll have more fun next time." His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he stretched lazily in his chair, as if what had just happened was the most casual thing in the world. He leaned forward, his smirk widening. "Bet you’ll be thinking 'bout me tonight, huh?" Without another word, he stood up, leaving me there as he casually strolled out of the library. I stayed on my knees for a moment, trying to collect myself, my heart still racing. Slowly, I stood and began fixing my clothes, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I could still taste him on my lips as I tried to compose myself before heading over to Deborah. “I finished my shift,” I reported, trying to sound casual. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student_end.jpg"/> Noticing my unusual demeanor, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m just tired,” I replied, forcing a smile. She handed me an envelope with my paycheck and thanked me for my work. I took it, said my goodbyes, and left the library, eager to put the day behind me. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

As I was finishing up my shift at the library, I saw the student who had blackmailed me last time walk in. He had that same smug grin on his face as he sat down at a table with a few books, motioning for me to come over with a wave of his hand. My heart sank, but I forced myself to approach him and sat down across the table. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> "Hey there, long time no see, cock-sucker," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with a mocking amusement. I glanced around quickly to make sure no one else was around, then leaned forward slightly, trying to keep my voice calm. "Is it really necessary to be so rude?" I asked, my voice a little sharper than I intended. "Shut the fuck up," he shot back, his tone hardening. "Or I’ll shut you up myself with my cock." He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing. "Now, tell me... did you bring the butt plug like I told you to?" His words sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel the tension building in the air. <ul><li>[[Tell him you brought the plug|Library Student Plug Yes]]</li> <li>[[Tell him to go to hell|Library Student Rejection]]</li> </ul>

I hesitated, my heart racing, before quietly mumbling, "I brought the plug." "Yeah?" he replied with a smirk. "It better be in you." I gave a small, reluctant nod, confirming his suspicion. His eyes lit up with amusement. "Good. Now show me," he commanded casually. "Go grab me a book from that bottom shelf in the far corner." Swallowing my pride, I stood up and made my way toward the back of the library. I could feel his gaze burning into me as I bent down to retrieve the book from the lowest shelf. My white skirt rode up, exposing the thin string of my thong, barely covering anything. The plug in my ass was unmistakable, its shape clear beneath the thin fabric. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Damn, look at that," he murmured, his voice low with satisfaction. "Tight little ass, huh? That plug looks real good in you, just like I thought." I felt my face flush with shame, knowing I was on full display. He continued his commentary, each word dripping with control and pleasure. "Bet you feel it stretching you out, huh?" he added, leaning back in his chair, watching me closely. "You like wearing it for me, don’t you? Such a good little slut." My hands trembled as I clutched the book, the weight of his degrading words settling heavily over me, but I knew there was nothing I could do but obey. I returned with the book and tossed it onto the table in front of him. "You should learn some manners," he sneered, standing up from his seat. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of my top and yanked it down, exposing my breasts. A shiver ran down my spine as I glanced around to make sure no one could see us. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I hesitated for only a moment before obeying, sinking down onto my knees in front of him. My heart raced as he towered over me, his gaze fixed on my exposed chest. "Stick your tongue out," he said, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness. Nervously, I let my tongue slip out from between my lips, barely able to breathe. He pulled out his cock, hard and ready, and began tapping it against my tongue, the weight of it making my mouth tremble. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That's better," he muttered, clearly pleased with the sight of me kneeling and waiting, completely at his mercy. "Gotta make sure my cock’s nice and wet before I fuck you," he said, sliding his hard shaft into my mouth without waiting for a response. I felt the weight of him pressing down on my tongue as he began to thrust into my throat, each motion sending a shiver through my body. I gagged slightly, trying to breathe through my nose as his cock slid deeper. He didn’t stop. Leaning forward, he reached behind me and squeezed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. His touch was rough, and I could feel the pressure of the plug shifting slightly inside me as he kneaded my cheeks. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Such a good little slut," he growled, his voice low and full of satisfaction as he continued to fuck my throat, his hips moving with increasing force. With a wet pop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. Grabbing my arm, he yanked me to my feet. "Now, stick that ass out for me," he commanded, his voice sharp with authority. I obediently bent forward, arching my back to present myself as he wanted. He lifted my skirt, fully exposing my bare thighs and the small strip of fabric barely covering me. With a rough motion, he pushed my thong to the side, revealing everything. His hands gripped my hips as he spread my ass cheeks, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Damn, look at this," he muttered, fingers grazing over the plug nestled deep in my ass. "Your tight little pussy dripping, and this plug filling your sweet ass. Fucking perfect." His fingers teased the plug, slightly moving it back and forth, making me shudder from the sensation. "You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?" he added with a wicked grin, enjoying the sight of me fully exposed and vulnerable before him. "Get on the table," he ordered, pointing to the very spot where he had been sitting before. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the table, my body trembling with anticipation. I laid back, feeling the cold surface under me, as he moved between my legs, spreading them wide apart. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, positioning me exactly how he wanted. "Now, let’s see how tight you are," he growled, lining himself up before plunging into my dripping pussy. A gasp escaped my lips as he began thrusting, his pace quickly picking up, the sound of our bodies echoing in the room. His free hand reached up, and he pushed his finger into my mouth. "Suck on it, and don’t take your eyes off me," he commanded. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I did as he said, wrapping my lips around his finger and sucking obediently, my gaze locked onto his. His eyes darkened as he watched me, the control he had over me clear in every move he made. His hips pounded into me, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely. With a loud, wet sound, he pulled his cock out of me, leaving me gasping for air. Without a word, he grabbed me and pulled me off the table, forcing me to bend over with my hands braced against the surface. "Bend over," he growled, shoving my hips forward and positioning himself behind me. I felt him push back into me, the familiar stretch making me bite my lip as he began thrusting hard, the angle driving him deeper inside me. I instinctively reached for the edge of the table, gripping it tightly to keep myself steady as he pounded into me, his thrusts growing more forceful. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> His balls slapped loudly against my slick pussy with every thrust, the obscene sounds filling the room. My heart raced as I hoped desperately that no one else in the library could hear what was happening. The tension between wanting to be quiet and the loud, unavoidable sounds of our bodies made it all the more intense. Finally tiring, he pulled out of me and yanked my skirt down, leaving me bare from the waist down. He sat back in a chair, his cock still hard, and waved me over. "Get over here and suck me off," he ordered, settling comfortably in the chair. Without hesitation, I crawled toward him, my knees hitting the hard floor of the library. Once in front of him, I lowered myself onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it... show me how much you love this," he muttered with a smirk, watching me intently as I moved my head up and down, my lips sliding along his length. As I continued to polish his cock, his degrading comments echoed in my ears, each one making me focus more on my task, wanting to finish as quickly as possible while hoping no one would walk in and see me on my knees like this. "Now come here and ride me," he commanded, his voice low and enticing. I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, feeling his hardness beneath me. As I lowered myself onto him, a moan escaped my lips, and he let out a low growl of approval. With a firm grip on my waist, he began to thrust up into me, his hips moving with fervor. I could feel every inch of him as he filled me completely, and I instinctively began to match his rhythm, bouncing up and down in a way that made my heart race. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it, just like that. Ride me hard," he encouraged, his eyes dark with desire. The sensations coursed through me, and I leaned forward, digging my fingers into his shoulders for support. The intensity of our movements increased, each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as I surrendered to the moment. He leaned back in the chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I want to finish in your mouth," he said, his tone filled with casual dominance. Obediently, I slid off him, feeling the soreness in my legs as I positioned myself on all fours in front of him. My lips wrapped around his member as I took him in again, moving slowly as I began to work my mouth up and down, tasting the saltiness of his skin. "That’s it… just like that," he murmured, his hand resting lazily on the back of my head, applying slight pressure as I quickened my pace. "You’re a natural at this, huh? Must’ve had plenty of practice." His words stung, but I ignored the burn of humiliation, focusing on the task as his hips jerked forward. A few moments later, I felt him tense up, and his warm release filled my mouth. Swallowing it down, I kept my lips sealed tightly around him until he was finished, groaning in satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good girl," he muttered with a condescending smile, pulling his softening member out of my mouth. He stood up and began to casually pull on his pants, leaving me kneeling on the floor. "Bet you thought I was gonna fuck you in the ass since I told you to bring that plug, huh?" he asked, smirking down at me as he buckled his belt. I stayed quiet, still catching my breath. "Maybe," I mumbled softly, feeling the embarrassment creeping in. "Nah," he said with a chuckle, "anal ain't really my thing. I just wanted to see how obedient you could be. And you didn't disappoint." He finished adjusting his clothes, looking entirely too pleased with himself. As he straightened his jacket, he pulled a $20 bill from his pocket and tossed it onto the floor in front of me like I was nothing more than an afterthought. "Here’s a tip," he said with a smirk. "I bet you make way more on those webcam streams, but I don’t really care." His tone was dismissive, dripping with indifference as he stepped past me toward the exit. I stayed on the floor for a moment, staring at the crumpled bill. I could hear his footsteps echoing across the library as he left. Slowly, I began to pull myself together, fixing my clothes, and wiping the moisture from my face. Once I was composed, I picked up the bill and stuffed it into my pocket. Then I headed to find Debora, collecting my envelope with the day’s pay, and finally left the library, feeling a mix of relief and shame. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $money = $money + 20>><<set $libraryStudentPlug = true>><<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> Despite the compromising position he had over me, I refused to let myself be humiliated any further. I stared at him, holding back my frustration, and finally told him to go to hell. "Think about it," he sneered, his grin widening. "Everyone's gonna know you sucked me off in the library. You’ll be famous around here. And I doubt your boss will be too happy about it." I felt my chest tighten, but I stood my ground. "I’m not going to do everything you want," I replied firmly, trying to keep my voice steady. "Last chance," he said, his voice dropping to a threatening tone. "You really wanna risk it? You could make this easier on yourself." I clenched my fists, refusing to give in. "Shove that chance up your ass," I spat, standing up and turning my back on him. Without another word, I walked away from the table and headed straight to Deborah. I needed to get out of there. When I reached her, I asked for my pay for today's shift, and she handed me the envelope without question. With that, I left the library, my mind still racing, but with a sense of bitter resolve. <<set $tip = (random(10, 25))>><<set $money += $tip>><<set $libraryStudentPlug = true>> <<link "Leave the library" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/metro_police_officer.jpg"> I walk up to the reception desk, my heart heavy as I prepare to recount the ordeal. Officer Davis looks up, his expression neutral but attentive. "I need to report something... it’s serious," I say, my voice catching for a moment. "Take your time. What’s going on?" he asks, leaning forward slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. "There’s this student... he’s blackmailing me. He said that if I don’t... if I don’t sleep with him, he’ll ruin my life. He knows things about me and promised to tell everyone my secrets." Officer Davis frowns deeply, his posture stiffening. "Was this through messages? Emails? Do you have anything in writing?" he asks, pen poised over his notepad. "No, it wasn’t over text. It was in person," I reply quietly, feeling a knot of dread tighten in my stomach. "So, from what you’re saying, it’s just your word against his?" His voice remains calm, but there’s a tinge of skepticism now. I hesitate before nodding. "Yes." He sighs, sitting back in his chair. "Look, I want to believe you, but there have been too many cases recently of false accusations. People, often ex-girlfriends or others with a grudge, trying to ruin a guy’s life. It’s complicated." My pulse quickens. "That’s not what this is!" I protest, but Officer Davis raises a hand, gently cutting me off. "I’m not saying you’re lying. I just need evidence. Something solid that we can work with." "What kind of evidence?" I ask, my voice shaky. "Do you want me to record him next time? Bring a recorder to our next meeting?" Officer Davis pauses, considering it for a moment before nodding slowly. "That might actually work. But be careful. Don’t put yourself in harm’s way." The suggestion makes my stomach churn. I’d have to face the student again, knowing what he’s capable of. But what other choice do I have? "Okay... I’ll do my best," I murmur, forcing a small smile as I rise from the chair. "Good luck. And don’t hesitate to reach out if things get worse," he adds, his tone softer now. I offer a weak nod before walking out of the station, my mind spinning. To get justice, I’d have to meet him again. It feels wrong, but it’s the only option I have right now. <<set $libraryStudentReport = true>> [[Return to the city center|Police Station]]

As I walked into the library, I saw the student who had been blackmailing me. He noticed me immediately and beckoned me over with a smug grin on his face. I turned away for a moment, my heart racing, and discreetly pressed the button on the recorder hidden in my bag, activating it. I took a deep breath and approached his table, sitting down beside him. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/student.jpg"/> "Long time no see, cocksucker," he greeted me crudely, his eyes gleaming with malice. I flinched slightly at his words but forced myself to stay calm. "Is it really necessary to be so vulgar?" I asked, my voice steady but cold. "Shut up," he shot back, leaning in closer, "or I’ll shut that dirty little mouth of yours with my cock." I stiffened at his threat, feeling the knot of disgust tighten in my stomach. "You’re already blackmailing me. Isn’t that enough for you? Do you really need to degrade me too?" I asked, trying to hold onto the last shreds of my dignity, knowing that every word was being recorded for the police. He scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Shut your filthy mouth," he repeated, clearly enjoying the power he held over me. Then, his tone shifted, a wicked glint in his eyes. "So... did you bring the butt plug I told you to?" I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the recorder in my bag as I nodded, barely able to meet his gaze. "Yes, I brought it," I mumbled, my voice shaky, imagining Officer Davis listening to this conversation later. His grin widened, clearly satisfied with my answer. "Good. And I hope it’s already up your tight little ass, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. I hesitated, my face flushing with humiliation, before stammering out, "Yes... it is." He laughed softly, the sound making my skin crawl. "Prove it. Stand up and go grab that book from the bottom shelf at the back of the room. Let me see." [[Get up from the table and go for a book on the bottom shelf|Library Student Record Continue]]

I stood up slowly, my legs feeling shaky, and walked toward the bookshelf as he instructed. My heart raced as I bent down, feeling the hem of my skirt riding up, exposing my skimpy thong and the plug lodged in my rear. I could hear him snickering from behind me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Well, well, look at that. Seems like you’re already trained, huh? I knew you were a dirty little slut." His voice dripped with smug satisfaction, and I bit my lip, trying not to react to his demeaning words. Even though it felt humiliating, I reminded myself this was exactly what I needed for the recording. The more he spoke, the better the evidence. I grabbed the book from the bottom shelf and straightened up, walking back to the table. I tossed it down in front of him with a hint of defiance. "How long are you planning to blackmail me?" I asked, my voice wavering but determined. He grinned, leaning back in his chair as if he had all the time in the world. "As long as it takes for me to get bored of emptying my balls in your tight little holes." His tone was casual, like he was discussing something as ordinary as homework. A shiver of disgust ran through me, but I kept my composure. I needed him to keep talking. Before I could say more, he stood up, his face hardening. "Now shut up and get on your knees." I hesitated for a moment, my body trembling with anger and fear, but I obeyed, slowly sinking to the floor. My mind raced, thinking of ways to drag out the conversation to gather more incriminating evidence. "You know, you talk a lot about control... but I bet you're not always so tough," I said, hoping to provoke more from him. His eyes flashed with irritation, and he glared down at me. "You sure do talk too much for a slut. Shut that mouth and stick out your tongue." Swallowing my pride, I did as he ordered, sticking out my tongue as he unbuckled his belt. He pulled down his pants, letting his cock hang in front of my face. He slapped it lightly against my tongue, smirking. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "This is what your mouth is good for, not all that yapping." His words stung, but I stayed still, focusing on the plan, knowing that everything he said was being recorded. I tried to keep talking, slipping in words between the slaps of his cock against my tongue, pushing him to say more, knowing the recording would capture everything. "Is this all you can do? Just bully and blackmail?" I muttered, feeling the humiliation creeping up my spine but determined to get him to slip further into his arrogance. He growled in response, clearly irritated by my persistence. "I thought I told you to shut that filthy mouth of yours. Guess you don't learn, huh?" His voice was dripping with malice. "If you can’t be quiet, I’ll shut you up the way you deserve." Before I could respond, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat, cutting off any chance for further words. My gag reflex kicked in, but I fought to stay calm, the humiliating sound of my struggling breath filling the air. He bent over slightly, grabbing the hem of my skirt and flipping it up, exposing my bare ass to him. His hand wandered over my skin, groping and squeezing my cheeks roughly. "You like this, don't you? Being treated like the slut you are." He sneered, running his fingers along the edge of the thong and the plug buried inside me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Every degrading word and touch made my skin crawl, but I reminded myself that it was all being recorded. The more he said, the deeper he dug his own grave. He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air as he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, pressing me down until I was bent forward. "Arch your back. Show me that pretty little ass." His voice was thick with command, and I obediently pushed my hips back, offering myself as he desired, though my mind was racing to get more words out of him. "Is this really all you want from me? Just to use me like this?" I asked, my voice shaky but still probing for more incriminating evidence. He chuckled darkly, his hands immediately returning to my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks. "You don’t get it, do you? I’ll use you however I want, for as long as I want." His hands explored my body, fingers trailing over the plug still lodged in my ass, and up my thighs. "This is your place now, being my little toy. Every time you bend over, you should remember who owns you." I felt his fingers teasing along the edge of my thong, slipping under the fabric as he continued to grope me with no shame. With a rough motion, he pushed my thong to the side, revealing everything. His hands gripped my hips as he spread my ass cheeks, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me up before pushing me onto the table where he'd been sitting. I felt my back press against the cold surface, my legs automatically spreading as his hands roughly guided them apart. He wasted no time, shoving himself into me, thrusting deep as I gasped. I knew I had to keep talking, to pull more words from him, even as the pace of his movements made it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Do you... do you do this often?" I managed to ask between his thrusts, trying to keep my voice steady. "Blackmailing girls... using them like this?" He grunted, not stopping his rough rhythm. "Sometimes," he muttered, his voice almost dismissive. But then he growled, clearly getting irritated. "You’re starting to piss me off with all the questions." Before I could say anything else, he shoved his thumb into my mouth, forcing it past my lips. "Suck on it. Stop talking and look me in the eyes while I fuck you." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I obediently closed my lips around his thumb, sucking on it as he’d ordered, my gaze locking with his. The way he looked down at me, a mix of dominance and cruelty, made my skin crawl, but I did as he said, knowing I needed every word he’d already spoken for the recording. He grabbed my hair again, roughly pulling me up from the table before spinning me around and bending me over its edge. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pushed himself inside me once more, this time from behind. I braced myself against the table, my fingers curling around the edge to keep my balance as he picked up the pace, slamming into me hard. "Do you... always treat girls like this?" I asked breathlessly, my voice shaky from both his forceful movements and my effort to keep talking. He gave a low, cruel chuckle. "Only the ones who deserve it," he growled, thrusting harder. "You're not the first, and you won't be the last." The sound of his balls slapping against me filled the library, mixing with the ragged rhythm of my breathing. I prayed that the recorder hidden in my bag was catching every word, every disgusting comment he made. My body trembled as I struggled to keep my footing, my grip tightening on the table’s edge. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "And... what happens after you're done?" I forced out, trying to keep the conversation going. He smirked, the sick pleasure evident in his voice. "Depends on how good you are at following orders. Keep being a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you off easy." I swallowed hard, knowing that every word he said would soon be in Officer Davis’s hands. He pulled out of me, leaving me gasping for breath as he took a seat in one of the library’s worn leather chairs. Leaning back, he motioned for me to come over. "Get over here and suck me off," he demanded, his eyes dark and commanding. "Since you won’t shut up, maybe my cock will keep your mouth busy." I hesitated for a moment, then obediently dropped to my knees in front of him, positioning myself between his legs. As I looked up at him, I tried to continue the conversation, still aiming for more incriminating words. "Do you really think—" I began. "Shut up," he snapped, cutting me off. "I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it’s with my cock in it. Start sucking, or I’ll slap you so hard you won’t be able to talk for a week." The threat sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly decided to follow his orders. The last thing I wanted was to be hit. Reluctantly, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, working him with my tongue as I moved up and down his shaft. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement as he groaned in satisfaction. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He shifted in the chair, getting more comfortable as he glanced down at me, his expression one of twisted satisfaction. "Get on top of me," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. I hesitated for only a moment before doing as he said, climbing onto his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The sensation was overwhelming as he immediately began to thrust upward, moving his hips with an intense rhythm, his hands gripping my waist to guide me in time with his rough motions. He had me in the cowgirl position, my body bouncing as he thrust into me from below. I tried to speak again, my mind scrambling to maintain the ruse. "Do you—" I barely managed to begin, but his hand shot up to my throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off my words and my breath. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Stop talking," he growled, his grip tightening as he continued to thrust into me, his hips moving with brutal force. I gasped, my vision blurring slightly as I felt the intense combination of his grip on my throat and the pounding of his cock inside me. The lack of air made my body tremble, and before I could stop myself, I felt the rush of an unexpected orgasm tear through me, my body shaking uncontrollably in response to the pleasure and his dominance. "Good girl," he sneered, noticing my reaction, clearly pleased by my submission as he continued to have his way with me. With a sharp shove, he pushed me off his lap, sending me tumbling onto the floor. Dazed from the intensity of my orgasm, I took a moment to collect myself, still trembling. I glanced up at him as he spread his legs, his cock glistening and still hard. "Finish me off with that mouth of yours," he demanded, his tone commanding as he looked down at me with a smug expression. I nodded, swallowing my pride along with the remnants of my pleasure, and crawled toward him. My knees scraped against the floor as I positioned myself between his legs. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking, slowly at first, then with more fervor as his groans of approval reached my ears. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That's it... good girl. You know your place, don’t you?" he muttered, his hand gripping the back of my head, guiding my movements. I tried not to focus on his words, forcing myself to stay in the moment, hoping the recorder was capturing every vile comment he made. It didn’t take long before he gripped my hair tighter, pulling my head back slightly. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered, his breath ragged as he reached the edge. I complied, parting my lips and extending my tongue, heart pounding in my chest as I waited. He groaned deeply, and within moments, thick ropes of cum splattered across my face. The warmth of it covered my skin, dripping from my cheeks and forehead down to my chin. Some of it pooled onto my tongue, salty and bitter, as I kept still, letting him finish. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\library\student\plug\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> His breathing slowed as he stepped back, admiring his work. Satisfied with himself, he began to dress, glancing at me with a smug grin. "You probably thought I was going to fuck your ass because I asked you to bring the plug, right?" he said mockingly. "But anal isn’t really my thing. I just wanted to see how obedient you are." I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "You’re blackmailing me... what choice did I have?" He pulled on his jacket, shrugging. "I was going to leave you a tip, but you’ve been such an annoying white bitch today. So the cum on your face and that ruined pussy is all you’re getting." With that, he walked off toward the exit without another word. I waited until I heard the door click shut behind him before letting out a shaky breath, wiping the mess from my face and pulling myself together. My hands trembled slightly as I reached into my bag, retrieving the recorder. Thankfully, it had captured everything. I hit play for a moment, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I listened to the explicit words he’d spat at me. The recording was crystal clear—Officer Davis would hear it all, and maybe others, too. It made me uneasy, but it was better than the alternative... enduring more of his threats and assaults, hoping he’d eventually leave me alone. After tidying up and wiping the rest of the cum from my skin, I made my way to Deborah. She handed me an envelope with my pay for the day. Clutching it tightly, I headed straight to the police station. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $libraryStudentPlug = true>> [[Go to Police Station|Library Blackmail Police]]

I boarded the bus, gripping my bag tightly. The cityscape blurred past the windows as my mind raced, replaying the events at the library. I could feel the weight of the recorder in my purse, and each second felt like an eternity. When the bus finally reached downtown, I stepped off, my legs feeling unsteady. Without hesitation, I headed straight to the police station. I walked into the police station, the cool, sterile atmosphere immediately engulfing me as I stepped inside. My eyes darted around, scanning the room until they landed on the front counter where Officer Davis was standing, talking to one of the staff. Taking a deep breath, I made my way over, my steps slow and deliberate. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/police_officer.jpg"/> When I reached the administration desk, I paused for a moment before Officer Davis noticed me and turned his attention my way. His tall, broad figure made me feel even smaller as I stood next to him. "I... I have the recording," I stammered, my voice shaky but determined. He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow, the slightest hint of a smile forming. "Looks like you’re a brave girl, huh?" he remarked, his voice teasing yet calm. I shrugged awkwardly, my fingers nervously gripping the strap of my bag. "I just did what I had to," I mumbled, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. Without skipping a beat, Officer Davis extended his hand. "Let me have the recorder. Wait in the lobby while we check it out." I handed him the device, my heart racing as it left my fingers. "Okay..." I muttered, turning away and finding a seat in the corner of the lobby. The waiting was torture, each tick of the clock only making me more anxious. I tried not to think about what was on that recording, knowing they would hear everything. <img src="img/locations/outside/library/police_lobby.jpg"/> After what felt like an eternity, Officer Davis returned. His face was unreadable, and my stomach twisted in knots. "Come with me," he said, motioning for me to follow him to his office. Inside, he gestured to a chair and sat across from me. He took a deep breath. "We listened to the recording," he began, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment, knowing what they’d heard. I fidgeted in my seat, not sure where to look. He noticed and added softly, "Don’t worry, you did the right thing." I swallowed hard, trying to focus. "So... what happens now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "It’s solid evidence. Enough for us to act," he said, his tone firm. "We’ve identified the guy—his name is Raylon Morris. He’s had a few complaints filed against him in the past, mostly from other girls. But nothing serious enough to bring him down." I couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief, but it was mixed with anger. "So... he’s done this before? And nothing was done?" I asked, frustration slipping into my voice. Officer Davis nodded grimly. "Unfortunately, yes. But with your recording, we’ve got him this time. The task force is on it. He won’t be bothering you—or anyone else—again." I sighed, the weight I’d been carrying for days finally starting to lift. "Thank you," I said, my voice soft, but filled with gratitude. He offered a reassuring nod. "You’ve done something brave today. Don’t forget that." He stood up, extending his hand again. "If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out." I shook his hand and rose from the chair. "I’m just glad it’s over," I admitted, my voice a little steadier now. "It is," he confirmed with a small smile. With that, I left the station, the cool air outside hitting my face. I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the tension in my body finally start to melt away. The nightmare was over. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> <<link "Go away" "City Center">> <</link>>

As I left the police station, I heard someone call out to me from behind. I turned around and saw two female officers walking towards me. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> “Hi,” one of them said as they approached. “I’m Officer Olivia Grant, and this is Officer Sarah Miller.” “Hello,” I replied, unsure of what they wanted. They both looked serious, yet polite. “Do you happen to know a woman named Margaret Hale?” Officer Grant asked. <<set $femaleOfficersMeet = true>> [[Tell them I know Margaret|Admit Knowing Margaret]] [[Deny knowing Margaret and leave|City Center]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> “Yes, I know Margaret,” I said, feeling a bit uneasy. “She’s my neighbor, actually. She lives a floor above me. Why, is something wrong?” Officer Sarah Miller glanced at Officer Olivia Grant before speaking. “Have you had any issues with Miss Hale? Anything unusual or troubling that you’ve noticed?” “We’re just looking into some reports,” Officer Grant added calmly, though there was a hint of concern in her voice. “It would help if you could tell us if anything has seemed off about her recently.” I hesitated, unsure of how much I should reveal. There had been some tension between Margaret and me, things I didn’t quite understand. I could either tell them about the difficulties I’ve had or keep it to myself and say everything was fine. <<set $femaleOfficersPhone = true>> [[Tell them about my difficulties with Margaret|Reveal Issues with Margaret]] [[Say everything is fine|Pretend Everything is Normal]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. “I have some… specific issues with Margaret,” I admitted, feeling a mix of apprehension and relief at finally voicing it. One of the officers, Officer Miller, leaned in slightly. “What kind of problems?” she asked, her expression encouraging but serious. I hesitated, unsure if I should continue. “I’m not sure if it’s worth discussing. I know her son works in the police department, and I don’t want to create any unnecessary problems.” Officer Grant exchanged a glance with her partner, then spoke reassuringly. “We understand your concerns, but I promise you, we have no connection to him. We were recently transferred to this city and have noticed that there are some serious issues that need addressing.” She continued, “We’re conducting our own investigation because we’ve come across Margaret’s name several times in relation to these problems. We think there’s something not quite right within the police force itself.” I felt a flicker of uncertainty. Could I really trust them? “But why should I believe you?” I asked, my voice tinged with doubt. Officer Miller softened her tone. “We just want to get to the bottom of this. If you decide to share more, it could help us expose the truth.” Still conflicted, I nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it.” Officer Miller pulled out her business card and handed it to me. “If you remember anything or decide you want to talk, please call me. You can reach me anytime.” I took the card, a small comfort amid my uncertainty. “Thank you for your understanding,” I said as they began to turn away. “Thank you for talking with us,” Officer Grant replied. With that, they headed back to the police station, and I made my way to the City Center, the weight of our conversation lingering in my mind. [[Go Away|City Center]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> “Everything is fine,” I replied quickly, trying to sound convincing. “I haven’t noticed anything strange about Margaret.” Officer Grant raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of concern. I felt a knot form in my stomach. “Is this a... an interrogation?” I asked, trying to gauge the seriousness of the situation. “No, not at all,” Officer Miller reassured me with a gentle smile. “We’re just conducting an investigation, and any information you have could be helpful.” I nodded, feeling the weight of their questions but also relieved to be leaving it behind. “If I think of anything, I’ll let you know.” Officer Miller pulled out a business card and handed it to me. “Here’s my number. Call me if you remember anything at all.” I took the card, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you,” I said, feeling a bit more at ease. They both nodded, and as they turned to leave, I could see the determination in their eyes. I watched them walk away, then headed back to the City Center, the conversation lingering in my mind. [[Go Away|City Center]]

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/><<if $femaleHomeVideo>> I call Officer Miller, but I only hear the dial tone. As I expected, no one picked up. <ul> <li><<link "Hang up the call">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>></li> </ul> <<else>> I dial the number Officer Miller gave me. After a few rings, she picks up. “Hello, this is Officer Miller. Who am I speaking with?” “This is <<print $name>>.” “Hi, <<print $name>>. Did you need to talk about something?” <ul> <<if !$officerMillerCall>><li>[[Yes, I’d like to discuss Margaret|Officer Miller Margaret Call]]</li><</if>> <<if $margaretRunaway and !$margaretRunawayEnd>><li>[[Yes, I’d like to discuss Margaret|Officer Miller Margaret Call End]]</li><</if>> <li><<link "I’m sorry to bother you, I’ll just hang up">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>></li> </ul><</if>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/><<set $officerMillerCall = true>> “I’d like to discuss what you and your colleague were asking me about.” “I’m listening. Please go ahead.” I take a deep breath and start explaining, “Margaret has been humiliating and blackmailing me.” After hearing my story, Officer Miller responds, “That sounds serious. It seems you have a compelling reason to help us with our investigation. Would you be willing to meet with me right now?” “Yes, I don’t mind,” I reply. We agree to meet near the police station. I end the call and quickly summon a taxi, arriving at the police station shortly after. <ul> <li>[[Get out of the taxi|Meet Officer Miller]]</li> </ul>

I stepped out of the taxi and was met by Officers Miller and Grant, who were waiting for me just outside the police station. A knot tightened in my stomach as I approached them. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> “Thanks for coming,” Officer Sarah Miller greeted me, her voice steady yet urgent. She looked at me with a hint of determination in her eyes. “We need to discuss a plan to gather more information on Margaret.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. “You mean you want to bug her? To overhear any details about her or her son's illegal activities?” My voice wavered slightly, unsure if I wanted to be involved in something so risky. “Exactly,” Officer Olivia Grant confirmed, her expression serious. “We’ve noticed some suspicious behavior, and your connection to her could help us get the evidence we need.” I hesitated, glancing down the street as if hoping for a distraction. “And for that, you need me?” I couldn't shake the feeling of dread creeping in. “Yes, that’s right,” Officer Miller replied, her tone softening slightly. “You have access to her home. We believe you might have the opportunity to get close to her.” I frowned, biting my lip. “But Margaret has hidden cameras in her house. I’m not sure this is a good idea. If she finds out…” My voice trailed off, recalling the last encounter with her and how it had left me shaken. “But you mentioned on the phone that you sometimes work as her maid. Couldn’t you discreetly plant a listening device while you’re cleaning?” Officer Miller suggested, leaning in slightly, as if trying to gauge my reaction. “That sounds too dangerous. The last time I tried to stand up to Margaret, it didn’t end well for me,” I replied, a tremor in my voice as memories of her cold, intimidating demeanor flooded back. “We’re not forcing you,” Officer Grant said, her voice taking on a gentler tone. “If you’re afraid, we understand. We can try to find another way to get to Margaret. But if you decide to help us, you would be doing a huge service for us and the whole community.” The weight of their request settled heavily on my shoulders. I felt torn between my fear of Margaret and the chance to do something significant, to potentially bring her down. I looked from one officer to the other, my heart racing. “I just don’t know if I can trust this will work out. What if I get caught?” My voice was barely above a whisper, uncertainty spilling out. “We’ll support you,” Officer Miller assured me, her eyes locking onto mine with sincerity. “You’ll have our backup. You’re not alone in this.” <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> I felt a flicker of hope mixed with fear. I could either agree to their proposal and risk everything or politely decline and walk away, back to the safety of my routine. The decision hung in the air, heavy and pressing. <ul> <li>[[Agree to help them|Help the Officers]]</li> <li><<link "Politely decline and leave" "City Center">> <</link>></li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> I hesitated, feeling the weight of my decision settle heavily on my shoulders. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, yet I knew I couldn’t ignore their plea for help. “Okay, I’ll help you. But how exactly do I do this?” I asked, my voice steady, but my heart raced with a mix of fear and determination. “You’ll need to install this listening device in Margaret's apartment,” Officer Sarah Miller said, her expression serious as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a small black device, holding it up for me to see. “We suggest placing it in her study, where she’s likely to have private conversations.” <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/wiretap.jpg"> I examined the device, its surface smooth and slightly larger than I expected. “I was hoping it would be smaller and less noticeable,” I admitted, my anxiety bubbling to the surface. “I understand your concern,” Officer Olivia Grant replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Unfortunately, the police department isn’t providing us with the necessary resources for this investigation. We have to make do with what we can get.” She looked me in the eyes, her gaze steady. “Just make sure to hide it well, and you should be fine.” I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I contemplated the risks involved. “What if Margaret finds it? I can’t afford to make things worse for myself. Last time I tried to confront her, it ended badly,” I said, recalling the tense encounter that left me shaken. “I get that this is risky,” Officer Miller responded, stepping a little closer. “But if you’re willing to help us, you could play a crucial role in uncovering whatever illegal activities are going on. We’ve noticed some troubling patterns surrounding Margaret and her son.” I took a deep breath, weighing my options. “I’ll do everything I can. But if something happens to me, it’ll be on you,” I warned, my voice laced with tension. I wasn’t sure if I could fully trust them. “You’ll be safe, I promise,” Officer Grant reassured me, her eyes earnest. “We’re not asking you to put yourself in danger. Just think of this as a way to gather information. If you see anything suspicious, let us know immediately.” “And call me once you’ve set it up, okay?” Officer Miller added, her voice softening. “We’re counting on you, and I know it’s a lot to ask. But this could help us make a real difference.” After exchanging a few final words, the officers expressed their gratitude and turned to head back to the police station. I watched them go, my mind swirling with doubt and fear. Was this really the right choice? Could I trust them to keep me safe? With those thoughts weighing heavily on me, I took a deep breath and stepped away from the police station, feeling the uncertainty gnawing at me. <<if $inventory.includes("Wiretap") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Wiretap")>><</if>><<set $femaleOfficersWiretap = true>> <<link "Go to City Center" "City Center">> <</link>>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I take a step closer to Mistress Margaret, lowering my gaze slightly. "I’m sorry to bother you, Mistress Margaret, but... I was wondering if you might need some help. I could work as a maid if you’d allow me, maybe earn a bit," I say, my voice respectful. Margaret pauses, studying me for a moment with a raised eyebrow, then a faint smile curls at the corner of her lips. "I must say, I’m pleased to see you’ve learned to address me properly. It’s refreshing to have someone who knows their place." Her tone is approving, though there’s a sharp edge to her words. I nod, grateful for her acknowledgment. "Thank you, Mistress Margaret," I murmur softly. Margaret waves a hand dismissively. "If you’re looking to make some extra money, I won’t stand in your way. You know where the maid uniform is. Change into it and start cleaning." With that, she turns her attention back to her work, her tone making it clear that she expects nothing less than obedience. I nod once more and quietly make my way to the room where the uniforms are kept, already thinking about how to get started. [[Go change into the maid outfit|Mistress Margaret Maid]]

I hesitated for a moment, my mind spinning with the weight of the decision. The small listening device hidden under my dress felt heavier now, like a ticking clock urging me to act. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk it. Summoning my courage, I stepped closer to Margaret's desk. She was focused on a pile of documents, her sharp gaze never leaving the papers in front of her. I cleared my throat softly, trying to gather her attention. "Margaret, I need to tell you something." Without looking up, she waved her hand dismissively. "It can wait." Her voice was calm, yet there was an edge of impatience in it. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I felt a jolt of panic at her indifference. "No, this is important. Really important." I tried to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the nervous energy creeping into my words. Finally, Margaret lifted her eyes from the papers, her expression cold and unreadable. "Alright, then. You’ve got a few seconds. What’s so urgent?" She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in her chair. My heart pounded in my chest, but there was no turning back now. "Two female officers came to me recently. They wanted me to tell them about you." I spoke slowly, watching for any reaction on her face. For a moment, Margaret didn’t say anything. She studied me carefully, then raised an eyebrow. "And? Did you tell them anything?" "Nothing important, really," I quickly added, hoping to calm her suspicions. "But... they did ask me to plant a listening device in your office." Margaret's lips curved into a slow, calculating smile. "Now that’s interesting," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Why don’t you take a seat, my dear?" She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. Obediently, I sat down, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. Her eyes were piercing, as though she could see right through me. She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but commanding. "Do you have this device with you?" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Yes," I replied awkwardly, fumbling with my bag. I pulled out the small device and handed it over to her. Margaret took it, inspecting the tiny piece of equipment with a smirk. "This is child’s play," she said, laughing softly. "Did these idiot officers at least have the courtesy to introduce themselves?" "Yes," I nodded, feeling the tension in the air. "Officer Miller and Officer Grant." Margaret frowned slightly, tapping her fingers on the desk. "Miller and Grant… don’t recognize those names. I’ll have to ask my son about them." Before she could continue, I interrupted. "They said they were recently transferred here." Margaret’s frown deepened for a moment before her lips twisted into a sadistic smile. "Well, soon they’ll be called Officer Slut One and Officer Slut Two." Her tone was dark, laced with cruelty, as if she were savoring the idea of what she planned to do next. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> She glanced back at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you know anything else useful?" I hesitated, then added, "Officer Miller gave me her number. She wants me to call when I’ve placed the device in your office." Margaret chuckled softly, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You’ve done well by telling me this," she said, her voice almost affectionate. "Such an obedient little piglet." Reaching into the drawer of her desk, Margaret pulled out a thick envelope and placed it on the table in front of me. "Here," she said casually. "There’s a thousand dollars for your compliance. Take it." I took the envelope, feeling the weight of the money in my hand. "Thank you, Margaret," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. Margaret leaned back in her chair, her eyes still fixed on me. "Now, I have a question for you." She paused, letting the tension hang in the air. "Would you like to help me deal with this little problem, or should I handle it myself?" <<set $money += 1000>><<set $femaleOfficersWiretapEnd = true>><<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Wiretap")>> [[I’ll help you|Margaret PO Help]] [[This is all too much for me. I can’t get involved any further|4th Floor]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I took a steady breath, mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. As I approached Margaret, I forced a polite smile onto my face. "Mistress Margaret, I was wondering if you might need some help around the apartment again. Perhaps I could work as your maid... just to earn a little extra?" I tried to keep my tone light and unassuming, though a part of me was tense with anticipation. Margaret’s sharp eyes scanned me for a moment, and a flicker of something unidentifiable crossed her face. Was it suspicion? She didn’t respond immediately, and for a second, I thought I might have made a mistake. I stood there, waiting, while the tension in the air grew palpable. "You want to work as a maid again?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity, but there was something else there too, something that made my heart beat faster. "You’ve been quite eager to work for me lately. Anything specific you’re after?" Her tone was casual, but her words made me shift uncomfortably. "Just trying to make some extra cash," I responded quickly, hoping my smile looked genuine. Margaret’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were trying to see through me. She took a step closer, her presence almost intimidating. "Is that all? You wouldn’t be, perhaps, looking for something else while you’re at it, would you?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "No, of course not. Just cleaning," I answered, hoping that my nervousness wasn’t too obvious. There was a long, unsettling pause, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. But then Margaret waved a dismissive hand. "Very well. If you’re so keen to clean, I won’t stop you. You know where the maid uniform is. Go change and get started." Her words were casual, but her gaze lingered on me a second longer than usual, making me wonder if she really believed me. I exhaled, trying not to seem too relieved. "Thank you, Mistress Margaret." Without waiting for further discussion, I quickly turned and headed towards the back room where the uniforms were kept. My mind raced, knowing that the next step was the most crucial one. <<set $femaleOfficersWiretapEnd = true>> [[Go change into the maid outfit|Mistress Margaret Maid Wire]]

I went to the back room where the maid uniforms were stored. After selecting one of the more revealing outfits, I quickly changed, feeling the unfamiliar tightness and the way the short skirt clung to my hips. The deep neckline made me feel slightly self-conscious, but I pushed those thoughts aside. There was work to be done. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\maid.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I moved through Mistress Margaret’s apartment, cleaning meticulously, dusting shelves, wiping surfaces, and tidying up every corner. The silence in the apartment only heightened my awareness of how exposed I felt in the maid uniform, but I kept focused on the task. Eventually, I finished. Once done, I returned to the back room to change back into my clothes. I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and walked into Margaret’s office. Without saying a word, Margaret placed an envelope on the desk in front of me. <img src="img/locations/entrance/envelop.jpg"/> I reached out, taking it carefully. "Thank you, Mistress Margaret," I said, my voice soft. She didn’t reply, her eyes already back on her work, dismissing me without a word. I left her apartment, feeling the weight of the envelope in my hand as I quietly closed the door behind me. <<set $money += 20>> <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|4th Floor]]

I made my way to the small room at the back of Margaret's apartment, where she kept the maid uniforms. As I opened the closet, I pulled out the familiar, revealing outfit — a short, black dress with white lace trim that left little to the imagination. A shiver ran down my spine as I put it on, the fabric clinging tightly to my skin. Once dressed, I carefully slid the small listening device under the hem of the dress, making sure it was securely hidden. I glanced nervously in the mirror, checking for any signs that might give me away. Satisfied that it wasn’t visible, I took a deep breath, hoping I had done everything discreetly. I stepped into the main part of the apartment, and the familiar sight of Margaret’s luxurious living space greeted me. The gleaming furniture and polished floors seemed to mock the task ahead of me. I couldn't help but feel like eyes were on me, but I had no idea where the cameras might be hidden. With each step, I felt my nerves tightening. Instead of rushing through the cleaning, I took my time, moving deliberately, allowing my mind to work through how I would manage to plant the device without drawing attention. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\maid.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I dusted surfaces, wiped down tables, and occasionally glanced around, checking for any sign of Margaret’s presence. Just as I was starting to doubt my plan, I heard a door creak open behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see Margaret emerging from her study. She walked across the room, heading toward the bathroom. This might be my chance. Summoning my courage, I approached her, clearing my throat softly to get her attention. "Mistress Margaret," I began, keeping my voice calm, "would you like me to clean your study as well?" She stopped and turned, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. There was a pause, one that seemed to stretch on forever, before she replied. "Fine, but do it quickly and properly. I don’t want you taking all day in there." Her words were curt, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anxiety. "Of course, Mistress," I answered, lowering my head slightly in obedience. I made my way to the study, carefully closing the door behind me. The room was lined with bookshelves, a large desk dominating the center. My heart raced, knowing I had only a short window of time. I began cleaning, wiping down the shelves and dusting surfaces. Each movement was slow, calculated. <img src="img/locations/entrance/maid_bookcase.jpg"/> As I approached one of the higher shelves, I hesitated for a moment, my pulse quickening. Now or never. I clenched my jaw, gathering my resolve, and in one swift motion, I slid the listening device behind a stack of books on the top shelf. I pulled my hand away quickly, praying it hadn’t been too obvious. For a split second, I held my breath, waiting for the sound of approaching footsteps, but all remained quiet. Just as I turned back to continue cleaning, I heard the door handle click. Margaret’s voice cut through the silence. "Why did you close the door?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. My stomach dropped, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Oh, just out of habit, Mistress. I didn’t think anything of it," I replied as nonchalantly as I could, meeting her gaze. She eyed me for a moment, her expression unreadable, before waving her hand dismissively. "Fine. Just finish up and stop getting underfoot." I exhaled in relief, watching as she moved toward her desk. With a swift motion, she pulled open one of the drawers and retrieved an envelope. Without a word, she tossed it onto the desk, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Take your payment and get out," she ordered, her voice clipped. <img src="img/locations/entrance/envelop.jpg"/> I stepped forward, grabbed the envelope, and nodded. "Thank you, Mistress Margaret," I said, my voice steady though my heart was still racing. Without another glance in her direction, I left the room and headed back to the maid quarters. I quickly changed out of the uniform, every muscle in my body tense from the close call. Slipping back into my regular clothes felt like shedding a second skin, and I took a deep breath before finally stepping out of the apartment. I was done. Now, all I could do was wait. <<set $money += 20>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>><<set $femaleOfficersWiretapSuccess = true>><<set $FemaleOfficersSuccessContact = $dayNumber>><<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Wiretap")>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|4th Floor]]

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I looked at Margaret. "I’ll help you, but… what exactly do you need me to do? I’m sure you can handle this without me." Margaret's lips curled into a sly smile, her gaze sharp as ever. "Curious little piglet, aren't you? Of course, I can handle it myself. But where’s the fun in that? No, this will be much more interesting with your involvement." She leaned forward slightly, the tension in the room thickening. "Here’s what I need you to do. I’ll turn on the listening device, and we’ll put on a little show for those fools. You’ll pretend you’re leaving the room, go into my bedroom—there’s soundproofing in there—and call that dumb slut who gave you her number." Margaret’s words oozed with condescension as she laid out the plan. "You’ll tell her everything’s set up. Then you’ll come back in here, but you’re going to shut up and sit there like a fish. I’ll pretend to talk about some very illegal things, and those idiots will take the bait. Think you can handle that kind of help?" The weight of the situation pressed down on me, but I knew I had no other choice. "Yes, I’ll do it, Mistress." Margaret’s smile widened in satisfaction. "Good girl." She reached for the small device and held it up between her fingers. "On the count of three, I’ll turn it on, and you’ll follow the plan." I nodded, my throat dry. Margaret began the countdown, and as soon as she hit "three," she flipped the switch. I stood up from my chair, glancing back at her once more before speaking my rehearsed lines. "Thank you for the paycheck, Margaret. I’ve finished the cleaning." I kept my voice steady, even though my nerves were anything but calm. Margaret, still playing her part perfectly, raised a finger, silently pointing me to the door. Without a word, I left the room, my heels softly clicking against the floor as I made my way to her bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door and took a deep breath. The silence was almost suffocating, but I quickly dialed Officer Miller’s number. My hand trembled slightly as I pressed the phone to my ear. It rang a few times before she answered. <img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> "We’re picking up sound from the office now," Officer Miller said, her voice filled with excitement. "You’re a real hero for this. Such a brave girl, making the right choice." Her praise made me feel uneasy. I wasn’t a hero—far from it. "I… I hope this all works out," I stammered, my voice betraying my discomfort. Officer Miller must have sensed my hesitation because she quickly reassured me. "Don’t worry. You’ve done the hard part. We’ll get the evidence on Margaret soon. You’ve done the right thing, trust me." She said a quick goodbye before hanging up, leaving me standing in the room with a knot tightening in my stomach. I tucked my phone back into my pocket, exhaling slowly. With slow, careful steps, I returned to the office. Margaret was already in the middle of her performance, speaking loudly into her phone about "shipping illegal goods" and "important contacts overseas." It was a convincing act, enough to fool anyone listening on the other end. I slipped quietly into my chair, keeping my head down, feeling the weight of my decision. Despite the elaborate play unfolding in front of me, I couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at my insides. Those officers—they weren’t bad people, at least not that I could tell. And yet, here I was, caught in this twisted game. <<set $corruption += 1>> [[Sit quietly and listen|Margaret PO Play]] [[Shout that it’s a setup|Bad End 5]]

I quietly sat in the chair across from Margaret’s desk, watching as she skillfully played her part, a wicked grin never leaving her face. Every word she spoke carried an edge of cruelty, delighting in the pretense of her mock conversation. When she finally finished, she let out a soft laugh, saying, "I think it’s time for a shower." She stood up, circled the desk, and without warning, grabbed my hand firmly. The sudden contact made my heart race, but I followed her obediently as she led me toward her bedroom. Inside the bedroom, she finally released my hand, and I hesitated, asking nervously, "What’s going on?" Margaret gave me a playful smirk, "Situations like this... they excite me. While I was playing my little game in there, I kept imagining what I’m going to do to those stupid police sluts... and you know what the best part is? I’ve got my obedient little piggy right here at my disposal." Her fingers grazed my cheek, the touch unsettlingly possessive, as if I were nothing more than her pet. "Strip." The command came sharply, leaving no room for hesitation. I hesitated for just a moment, my pulse quickening, but her next words dripped with warning, "I’m in a good mood right now. Don’t ruin it with disobedience." I quickly complied, unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off along with my bra, feeling vulnerable under her gaze. Margaret stepped closer, lifting my skirt up to my waist, then tugging my panties down to my hips. "That’ll do." She walked over to the bed, reclining with a languid confidence, her legs parting slowly in an enticing gesture. "Now, pull off my panties." Her eyes were locked on mine, daring me to disobey. I knelt beside her, sliding the damp fabric down her legs, feeling the warmth of her body through them. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "It’s time to lick." Her voice was cold, but the intent was clear. I leaned in, my lips brushing her slick folds, and without warning, her hand shot out, gripping my hair tightly and forcing my face deeper into her. I began licking her obediently, trying to ignore the situation I was in, but Margaret kept talking, her tone becoming more vicious with each sentence. "You know what I’ll do to those two officers?" she purred, her voice growing darker. "I’m going to ruin them. Officer Miller, she thinks she’s so righteous, so untouchable. I’ll make sure she loses everything—her job, her reputation. She’ll be a disgrace, humiliated in front of her peers. And as for Officer Grant? That one is going to learn what it’s like to be truly desperate. I’ll make her beg—" She paused, letting out a satisfied moan as I continued to service her, gripping my hair tighter. "Beg me for mercy. And I’ll make sure they both end up in a place where no one will ever hear from them again." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her sadistic words sent a chill down my spine, but I knew better than to stop. Margaret's grip tightened as she added, "But first, I'll play with them. A little public humiliation, perhaps. Imagine—two officers, crawling on their knees in front of me, stripped of their pride and uniforms. I’ll make them suffer, just like they deserve." She let out a soft, wicked laugh as if she was savoring the fantasy. I could only continue obeying her, my mind racing with dread about the fate of those officers. My body was still trembling slightly from the intensity of bringing Margaret to her orgasm. Her breathing was deep and heavy, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm as she came down from the high. I began to plant soft kisses along her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips. She let out a contented sigh, her fingers finding my hand, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her fingers threading through my hair, gripping the back of my neck with a firm but gentle touch. With her other hand, Margaret gripped my throat lightly, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw. Our eyes locked for a moment, and then her lips crashed into mine with fiery passion. She kissed me deeply, her breath still ragged from the pleasure she had just experienced. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You’ve been such a good, obedient little piggy today," she whispered against my lips, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. Her lips trailed from my mouth to my ear, where she teasingly licked the lobe, sending a shiver down my spine. "You want me to show you how much I appreciate my obedient girl?" Her breath was hot, and each word she spoke seemed to ignite something deeper within me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret didn’t wait for my response. She gently pushed me down onto the bed, her hands guiding me into the soft pillows. I felt a rush of heat as she spread my legs apart with deliberate slowness, her gaze never leaving mine. I could feel the tension building inside me, my body already reacting to her dominance. She positioned herself between my legs, her breath brushing against my skin, teasing me with the anticipation of what was to come. Then, without another word, I felt her tongue, soft but firm, gliding over my sensitive core. A moan escaped my lips as her mouth worked expertly, alternating between slow, sensual licks and more intense movements. Her fingers slid inside me, perfectly timed with the rhythm of her tongue, curling in just the right way to send waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Every touch, every movement, was purposeful and precise. Margaret knew exactly what she was doing. "Mmm... my good girl," she murmured against my skin, her words vibrating through me as she continued her relentless assault on my senses. Her fingers worked deeper, and the pressure of her tongue against my clit sent me spiraling toward the edge. My breath quickened, my hips lifting involuntarily to meet her movements. "Let go for me, piggy. I want to hear you scream," she demanded, her voice taking on a more commanding tone as she pushed me closer and closer to my climax. And then it hit me—my entire body tensed as the orgasm ripped through me, a flood of intense pleasure that left me gasping for breath. I could feel Margaret smirk against me, her fingers still inside, drawing out every last wave until I was completely spent. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret pulled her fingers out of me with a wet, squelching sound, leaving me breathless. She watched me for a moment, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk. "You can go now. You're free." Her tone was dismissive, as if I had served my purpose. My legs felt weak, trembling slightly as I slowly pushed myself up from the bed. The room felt cooler now, and the air against my bare skin made me shiver. I started gathering my clothes, pulling them on one by one, still feeling her eyes on me. My heart was racing, not from fear but from the lingering effects of everything that had just happened. As I slipped on my panties, I hesitated for a moment, a question hanging on the tip of my tongue. I glanced at Margaret, who was now reclining casually on the bed, seemingly uninterested. Taking a breath, I decided to ask, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. "What’s going to happen to those cops?" I finished pulling on my shirt, avoiding her gaze as I buttoned it up. Margaret's eyebrow arched slightly, and a smirk reappeared on her face, though this time it seemed laced with amusement. "I haven’t decided yet," she said, her voice light and teasing. "So many ideas... spinning in my head." She paused, her eyes narrowing on me with a mischievous glint. "Why do you ask? Does it turn you on?" Her voice dripped with mockery, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I quickly shook my head, struggling to keep my voice steady. "No... it’s not that. They just didn’t seem like bad people." I mumbled the words, my fingers fumbling as I pulled my pants on. Margaret’s amusement vanished in an instant, her face hardening as she gave an impatient sigh. "Oh, stop with this nonsense," she snapped, her voice suddenly sharp. "Two whores wanted to play grown-up games, and I’m giving them exactly what they asked for. No one forced them to act like they were some badass detectives." There was an edge to her words, one that made it clear she didn’t care for my sympathy. She leaned back on the bed, her eyes cold as she stared at me. "If you’re so curious, ask me in a few days how our brave little officer sluts are doing." Her smirk returned, but now it was colder, more menacing, like she was already thinking of ways to torment them. I hurried to finish dressing, fastening the last button on my coat with trembling hands. The air in the room felt thick with tension. I couldn’t help but glance at her one last time before heading toward the door. "Goodbye, Mistress," I said softly, the words barely leaving my lips as I gave her a small nod. Margaret didn’t respond, just watched me with that same unreadable smirk as I left the room. The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound echoed down the hallway as I stepped into the cold, quiet air outside. <<set $sexualExperience = $sexualExperience + 1>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $margaretFemaleOfficersContact = $dayNumber>> [[Return to the entrance of the house|4th Floor]]

The weight of my decision crashed down on me, and I could no longer bear the guilt. My pulse raced, and before I could stop myself, the words burst out of me. "It’s all a setup! Margaret knows everything!" My voice echoed in the room, louder than I had intended, and for a brief moment, there was only silence. Margaret, who had been deep in her mock conversation, froze mid-sentence. Her sharp eyes flicked towards me, narrowing with cold calculation. Time seemed to stretch as my heart hammered in my chest, fear gripping me as I realized what I’d just done. I wanted to take the words back, but it was too late. Margaret’s lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. "You stupid little pig." Her voice was dangerously calm, almost amused. Without any warning, she reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a gun. My breath caught in my throat, and I barely had time to register what was happening before she fired. The shots were deafening, each one tearing through me with brutal efficiency. Pain bloomed across my body, but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a cold, numbing sensation. I gasped, the air escaping my lungs as my legs buckled beneath me. I collapsed forward, my face hitting the plush red carpet with a soft thud. The world around me blurred, my vision dimming as blood soaked into the fabric beneath me. My body felt heavy, my limbs unresponsive, and I knew I was slipping away. <img src="img/locations/entrance/justice.jpg"/> The last thing I heard was Margaret’s voice, distant and muffled, but laced with venom. "I’ll deal with you next, you dumb sluts. You won’t know what hit you." She was speaking to the officers, her threat hanging in the air as darkness consumed me. And then, there was nothing. "Bad Ending: Last Cry for Justice" <<set $femaleOfficersWiretapEnd = false>> [[Return to the previous choice|Mistress Aparts]]

I sat down at the table across from Margaret, watching her as she worked, her eyes focused on whatever was in front of her. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken question lingering on my lips. Finally, I gathered the courage and decided to break the silence. "Any news about those policewomen?" I asked, my voice careful, unsure how she'd react. Margaret didn’t even look up, her fingers continuing to type on her laptop. Her response was casual, almost indifferent. "It’s done." I blinked, confused by her brief reply. "What do you mean by 'done'?" I pressed, trying to get more information, but unsure if I was pushing too far. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> This time, Margaret paused. She slowly turned her gaze toward me, her expression unreadable but her eyes piercing. "Do you want the details?" she asked, her voice carrying an edge of amusement. "Or is this just some foolish curiosity that I shouldn’t indulge?" Her tone was cold, almost mocking, and I could feel my heart quicken, realizing the gravity of the situation. <<set $femaleHomeVideo = true>> [[Ask Margaret to tell you everything|Fate of police officers]] [[Apologize and say it’s not something you should know|4th Floor]]

Margaret leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly on the table as she observed me. Her eyes held a cold amusement, as though she was savoring the moment. "Alright," she said smoothly, "if you really want to know." There was a pause, her smirk growing as she spoke. "It’s actually a bit of a family affair." She straightened in her seat, her tone becoming more serious. "My son has friends in the police force. Real ones. They're the ones who caught your little detective friends. At first, those girls still tried to act tough, like they could handle it." She chuckled, shaking her head slowly. "They put on their badges and that air of authority, thinking they were in control. But that didn’t last long." Margaret’s smile faded, and she spoke more deliberately now, as if savoring every word. "We had them brought in quietly, and they were... resistant at first. Of course they were. They thought they could use their training, maybe talk their way out of it." She paused, watching my reaction before continuing. "But once they were drugged, the fight left them. It’s amazing what a little bit of the right substance can do." She leaned closer to me, her eyes narrowing. "We told them that we knew everything about them. Every name, every address. Their families, their friends—everyone they cared about. And we made it very clear that if they continued to dig where they weren’t supposed to, their loved ones would pay the price. A violent, gruesome price." Her voice was icy, each word calculated to hit hard. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret leaned back again, smirking as she recalled the scene. "You should have seen the look on their faces when they realized there was no way out. The tough, brave police officers they pretended to be just... crumbled. They begged us to stop, but we weren’t done with them yet." Margaret's smile widened as she continued, clearly relishing in the retelling of events. "Once we had them where we wanted, the real fun began. Those girls, they thought they were untouchable, that their uniforms meant something. But the moment we stripped them down, made them stand there, vulnerable, the illusion shattered. No one cared about their badges anymore. All that authority, all that pride, gone." She leaned in, her voice lowering to a sinister whisper. "We didn’t just leave them there naked. Oh no, that would’ve been too easy. We made them crawl, beg for forgiveness, for mercy. Told them to do things—degrading things, humiliating themselves in ways they never imagined. They were crying, shaking... and we just watched. Watched them turn into the pathetic, broken sluts they were always pretending not to be." Margaret paused for effect, gauging my reaction, her eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. "But the best part?" She grinned. "We filmed it. Every humiliating moment of it. There’s nothing like having proof that someone’s completely ruined." She sat back, her confidence radiating. "If they ever step out of line again, if they ever try to 'play detective' one more time... well, their little video will find its way to the world. Imagine that—two brave police officers, turned into nothing but crying, desperate sluts on camera." I felt a chill run down my spine as her words sank in. Margaret wasn’t just cruel—she was thorough. Her grip on those women was absolute, and she enjoyed every second of it. "I have the video, you know," she added, casually like it was no big deal. "If I didn’t satisfy your curiosity just now, I could always show it to you. I have it right here." [[Agree to watch the video|Police Sluts Record]] [[Say you've had enough and leave Margaret's apartment|4th Floor]]

My curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at Margaret, feeling the weight of my decision. "Show me the video," I said, my voice betraying the mix of hesitation and eagerness. Margaret raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "So you're more of a twisted little pig than I thought," she mused, her tone dripping with mockery. "But if you're that eager, who am I to deny you?" She motioned for me to follow her. She led me to a small corner of the office where a computer sat on a neat desk, two chairs placed side by side. The monitor cast a faint glow in the dim room. Margaret gestured for me to sit at the computer, while she took the seat beside me, her presence looming as she leaned close to access the machine. <img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_computer.jpg"/> I watched her fingers fly across the keyboard, quickly navigating through layers of encryption. I could feel my heart pounding as the screen blinked open to reveal a folder full of files, countless videos and documents. I couldn't help but wonder what horrors were contained in the rest of them. Margaret’s eyes flickered over the names of the files, clearly searching for the one she had promised to show me. "Hmm, where is it..." she muttered to herself, scrolling through the long list. My mind raced, trying to block out the implications of what else could be in those videos, but curiosity clawed at the edges of my thoughts. What had she done to so many others? Finally, she paused, her finger hovering over a file. "Ah, here we go." She clicked on it, and the screen went black as the video loaded. Margaret leaned back with a satisfied grin, pushing herself away from the computer. "Enjoy the show," she said casually before standing up and returning to her chair at her desk, leaving me alone to face the video. The screen remained dark for a few seconds, then slowly, an image began to emerge. The camera panned over a dimly lit room, eventually focusing on two naked women standing obediently in the middle. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized them—Officer Grant and Officer Miller. Their faces were smeared with bright red lipstick, twisted into grotesque mockeries of smiles. The word "Stupid" was scrawled in thick red letters across their foreheads, and their bodies were covered in insults written in the same garish shade: "Trash," "Garbage," "Skank," "Dumb Pig." A deep male voice off-camera spoke, his tone commanding and cruel. "Introduce yourselves." The two officers raised their trembling hands and pointed to the degrading words on their foreheads, their voices trembling with shame. "We are stupid sluts," they said in unison, their eyes downcast, their humiliation palpable. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> My stomach twisted as I watched, my eyes glued to the screen despite the horror unfolding before me. They stood there, completely broken, stripped not just of their clothes, but of every shred of dignity they once had. The room was silent except for the low whimpering of the two officers, their bodies rigid, covered in the marks of their degradation. Margaret, from her place at the desk, glanced at me. Her expression was one of pure satisfaction. "Quite the performance, isn’t it?" she said, her voice calm, almost bored. But there was an unmistakable glint of pleasure in her eyes, as though watching me squirm was just as entertaining for her as the video itself. <<set $corruption += 1>> [[Continue watching the video|Police Sluts Record 2]] [[Say you’ve had enough and leave Margaret’s apartment|Police Sluts Record Stop]]

I decided to keep watching, unable to tear my eyes away from the disturbing scene unfolding on the screen. The man behind the camera tossed two mouth spreaders onto the floor in front of the officers. They immediately bent down, their hands shaking as they reached for the devices. "Thank you, sir," Officer Grant muttered, her voice barely audible, while Officer Miller echoed her in a similar tone. "Thank you, sir." The two women crouched on the floor, their bodies stiff with tension, and inserted the mouth spreaders, forcing their mouths wide open. Their lips stretched grotesquely, revealing their teeth in a helpless display. They looked utterly defeated, their eyes full of shame. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man behind the camera chuckled darkly. "Look at you two, pathetic sluts, gaping like the trash you are. You think anyone will ever take you seriously again?" His words were sharp, cutting into their already shattered dignity. Officer Grant and Officer Miller nodded in agreement, their voices distorted by the mouth spreaders. "No, sir," Sarah mumbled, drool beginning to escape from her mouth, while Olivia added, "We're just stupid sluts, sir." I could feel my stomach churn as I continued watching, but something held me there, an awful fascination I couldn’t shake. From her desk, Margaret's voice broke the silence. "Enjoying the show?" Her question hung in the air like a knife. "Satisfied that because of you, those police whores are nothing but broken toys now?" She let out a small laugh when I didn’t respond, clearly amused by my silence. "If you didn’t like it, you’d have turned it off already." She chuckled softly, clearly relishing the discomfort I felt. I continued watching, feeling a growing sense of dread, yet I couldn't look away. The man off-camera finally spoke again, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Take those mouth spreaders out. You’ve drooled enough." Both officers obediently removed the devices from their mouths, wiping their faces with the backs of their hands. The man then threw two rubber dildos onto the floor in front of them. "Fetch," he commanded, "but don’t touch them with your hands." Without hesitation, Officer Grant and Officer Miller dropped to all fours, crawling across the floor like obedient pets. Their eyes were hollow, their movements mechanical. They reached the rubber toys, clamping them between their teeth as if they had no will of their own. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good sluts," the man said, watching them closely. Just as they brought the toys to him, he flicked his wrist, sending the dildos skittering across the floor to another corner of the room. "Again. Crawl for them." The officers didn’t hesitate, their humiliation palpable as they crawled after the toys once more. Their bodies moved with a heavy resignation, the sound of their hands and knees on the cold floor filling the room. Margaret, who had been quietly watching me from her desk, leaned forward with a smirk. "You know, they’re not even resisting anymore. Pathetic, isn’t it?" She paused, as if to savor the scene. "This is what happens when people poke their noses where they don’t belong." I glanced back at the screen, feeling the growing weight of disgust, but still, I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off. The two officers, now looking more like broken animals than proud women of the law, had fetched the toys once again, their mouths full of rubber as they crawled toward the man, waiting for the next degrading command. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I continued watching, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten as the scene grew even more disturbing. The man behind the camera spoke again, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, crawl on all fours. I want you to follow each other and sniff each other’s asses like the filthy sluts you are." There was a brief hesitation from the officers. They exchanged uncertain glances, their pride momentarily flickering through the fog of humiliation. But the man quickly cut through their resistance with a new threat. "If you don’t do it," he growled, "then I’ll make your family members do it instead. How about you watch them crawl around like animals while you sit helplessly and watch?" The color drained from their faces, and whatever defiance remained crumbled under the weight of his words. Without any further resistance, the officers obeyed. They began crawling in circles, one after the other, their faces pale with shame as they moved closer to each other’s bodies. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of their knees scraping the floor and the occasional, degrading sniffs they were forced to take. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now that," Margaret said softly from her desk, clearly pleased by what she was seeing on the screen, "is pure obedience." She glanced over at me again, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. "Does it make you proud, seeing them like this? Knowing you played a part in their downfall?" I said nothing, my eyes still locked on the video, as the officers continued their humiliating task, their spirits clearly shattered beyond repair. <<set $corruption += 1>> [[Continue watching the rest of the video|Police Sluts Record 3]] [[Say you’ve had enough and leave Margaret’s apartment|Police Sluts Record Stop]]

I hit the pause button, my heart racing as I stood up from the table. “I’ve seen enough. I don’t want to continue watching,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Margaret leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, but I didn’t force you to watch this, did I? You were the one who asked about the policewomen,” she replied, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “And look at them now! They’re alive, healthy, and completely satisfied with their little experience.” I felt a shiver run down my spine as she continued, “I’m not a villain, sweetheart. I gave them what they were asking for.” Her smile widened, revealing a twisted sense of pride. Gathering my thoughts, I took a deep breath. “Can I leave now?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. Margaret waved her hand dismissively, her expression still playful. “Of course, little piggy. You’ve been a tremendous help with those pesky officers. Feel free to go about your business.” With a final glance around the room, I made my way to the door, the weight of the experience heavy on my shoulders. As I stepped out of Margaret's apartment, I took a deep breath, hoping to shake off the disturbing images that lingered in my mind. <<link "Leave the apartment" "4th Floor">> <</link>>

I decided to keep watching, my curiosity mingling with a growing sense of dread as the man’s voice echoed through the speakers once more. "Now, stand up," he ordered, "and hold each other close. I want you to open your mouths wide, just like before." The two officers, Officer Grant and Officer Miller, complied without question. They rose to their feet shakily and moved toward each other, placing their hands behind each other's backs. Then, as instructed, they used their hands to stretch each other’s mouths open, pulling at their lips to reveal their teeth in a grotesque display. "Now kiss," the man instructed, his tone darkly amused. "But keep your mouths open. Let’s see those tongues." The officers did as they were told, awkwardly pushing their tongues out and licking at each other’s tongues, their expressions contorted into something almost animalistic due to the unnatural way they were forced to hold their faces. It was a pitiful and humiliating scene, their eyes downcast as they followed the degrading orders. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good. Now, one more thing." The man’s voice grew more sinister. "I want you both to say hello to Miss <<print $name>>—the one who betrayed you and delivered you to Mistress Margaret." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Tell her how thankful you are." Without hesitation, the officers turned toward the camera. Their voices were strained, their faces still twisted in grotesque parody as they spoke. "Thank you, Miss <<print $name>>, for turning us in to Mistress Margaret," Sarah Miller said, her voice cracking with the weight of her shame. "Yes, we’re so grateful to you," Olivia Miller added, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and humiliation as she echoed her partner’s words. My stomach churned at the sound of my name on their lips, knowing that they were forced to say it, their fates sealed in this twisted game. Margaret’s eyes flickered with amusement as she watched me from her desk, her smile growing. "Still watching?" she asked in a teasing tone. "I’m surprised. I thought you’d have had enough by now." I tried to ignore Margaret’s taunts, keeping my focus on the screen. The man behind the camera continued, his voice as cold and commanding as ever. "Who was it?" he asked. "Who decided to trust Miss <<print $name>>?" Officer Grant hesitated briefly before answering. "It was Sarah Miller’s idea," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and guilt. The man didn’t miss a beat. "Is that true, Sarah?" His tone was mocking, daring her to admit it. Officer Miller lowered her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it's true. I’m the stupid whore who thought trusting a stranger was a good idea." There was a hollow resignation in her words, a deep sense of regret. The man chuckled, clearly enjoying their humiliation. "Well then, Officer Grant," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Since Sarah here made such a foolish mistake, I think you should punish her for it. Shove your hand down her throat." Sarah immediately opened her mouth, submitting to the degrading order. Officer Grant hesitated for only a moment before complying, forcing four of her fingers deep into Sarah’s mouth. She pushed her hand inside, exploring the back of Sarah’s throat while the other woman gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she endured the humiliating act. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I kept watching, my mind reeling from the degrading scene unfolding on the screen. The man behind the camera spoke again, his voice cutting through the silence. "Olivia, pull your hand out." Without hesitation, Olivia withdrew her hand from Sarah’s throat, her fingers glistening with saliva. The man continued, his tone dripping with cruelty. "Now, Sarah, show your gratitude. Spit in her face." Sarah obeyed instantly, stepping closer to Olivia until they were almost nose to nose. Without a word, she spat directly into Olivia’s face. The thick glob of saliva hit Olivia’s cheek, and instead of reacting with disgust, she smiled weakly. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Thank you, Sarah," Olivia said, her voice shaky but obedient. The second spit followed, this time landing near her eye, and again Olivia quietly expressed her thanks. "Thank you..." Sarah continued, spitting repeatedly, each time leaving Olivia’s face more soaked in her saliva. Olivia’s skin glistened with the wetness, her eyes squeezed shut as more spit splattered across her cheeks and forehead. "Thank you, Sarah," she repeated after every humiliating act, her voice growing more strained but unwavering. I could barely process what I was watching, a nauseating mixture of revulsion and disbelief churning in my stomach. "Do you like what you're seeing?" Margaret’s voice broke the silence, her tone casual but laced with amusement. "I’m sure you do." She didn’t wait for an answer, her laugh echoing faintly behind me. I stayed glued to the screen, unable to tear my eyes away from the degrading scene. The man behind the camera gave another order, his voice filled with amusement. "Now switch places. Olivia, spit on Sarah." Olivia stepped forward, and though Sarah’s face remained expressionless, I could see the tears she was fighting to hold back. Olivia leaned in and spat directly into Sarah’s face. Sarah closed her eyes, the saliva dripping down her cheek, and whispered with barely contained emotion, "Thank you, Olivia." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man chuckled. "Come closer to the camera." The two women obeyed without hesitation, their movements slow and deliberate. Olivia positioned herself in front of Sarah and delivered another thick, humiliating spit straight into Sarah’s face. This time, the spit clung to Sarah’s skin, sliding down her chin. Sarah’s voice was barely audible as she repeated, "Thank you, Olivia." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\miller_grant\\punishment\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With both of them staring directly into the camera, their faces wet with each other's spit, they spoke in unison. "Thank you, Miss <<print $name>>. We owe it all to you." Their voices were hollow, broken. The screen faded to black, the video coming to an abrupt end. I sat there, unsure of what had transpired before or after the footage, but one thing was clear: these women had been reduced to this state because of me. Margaret’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "So, what do you think of my sweet little home video?" she asked, her tone light, almost playful. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime is 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><</if>> [[Say it's horrible|Police Sluts Record D]] [[Admit that it turns you on|Police Sluts Record L]]

I stood there for a moment, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. “That was... horrible,” I finally managed to say, my voice heavy with regret. “I’m so sorry for those girls. I never wanted this for them.” Margaret raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in her gaze. “Then why did you watch the whole thing?” she asked, her tone cold and sharp. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. Margaret smirked knowingly and continued, “Think about that in your spare time, sweetheart.” Her eyes flicked back to her work, and with a casual wave of her hand, she added, “I trust I’ve satisfied your curiosity. But I’ve got things to do, so I’ll need you to leave now.” Without another word, I nodded and quietly made my way to the door. I could still feel the weight of Margaret's gaze on my back as I left her apartment, the unsettling scene replaying in my mind. <<link "Leave the apartment" "4th Floor">> <</link>>

I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks flush as I tried to form the right words. The truth made my heart race, and I couldn't shake the mixture of shame and arousal bubbling inside me. “It... turns me on,” I admitted softly, avoiding Margaret's eyes. Margaret's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I knew it,” she purred. “You're just as twisted as I thought, aren’t you? My little piggy has a darker side.” I bit my lip, not knowing how to respond as her words settled deep inside me. Margaret stood up from her desk and slowly approached me, her presence commanding. “You couldn’t resist watching it all, could you? And now, knowing what really gets you going...” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “I wonder what else I can show you.” <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ask.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> A shiver ran down my spine, and I could feel the tension rising between us. Margaret pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine, reading every flicker of emotion. “Now that I’ve uncovered this little secret of yours, I think we’ll have some more fun... soon.” Her eyes flicked back to her work, and with a casual wave of her hand, she added, “I trust I’ve satisfied your curiosity. But I’ve got things to do, so I’ll need you to leave now.” Without another word, I nodded and quietly made my way to the door. I could still feel the weight of Margaret's gaze on my back as I left her apartment, the unsettling scene replaying in my mind. <<set $corruption += 1>> <<link "Leave the apartment" "4th Floor">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_runaway.jpg"/> I approached Margaret's apartment door and saw that it was sealed with yellow police tape. A notice was posted on the door, stating that anyone with information on the whereabouts of Margaret Hale should contact the local police station. Feeling a slight sense of relief that Margaret had fled, I stepped back from her door and [[walked away|4th Floor]] <<set $margaret_relationship = 0>><<set $margaretRunaway = true>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> “Sarah, Margaret’s apartment... it’s sealed. Does that mean everything is good now?” Her voice on the other end was calm, yet firm. “It’s a good sign, but let’s discuss this in person. Meet me outside the station, we’ll go over everything.” I agreed, and within minutes, I was in a taxi heading to the police station. When I arrived, both Officer Grant and Miller were waiting for me by the curb. Sarah greeted me with a warm smile, her demeanor friendly. “Everything's fine, for the most part. Margaret and her son have fled, but I’m confident they won’t dare show their faces in this city again.” <img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/female_officers.jpg"> I let out a small breath of relief but couldn’t shake the lingering concern. “So... can I really sleep peacefully, knowing Margaret is still out there? She’s smart—she could figure out who turned her in.” Sarah’s expression softened, and she nodded reassuringly. “We’ve got that covered. We’ll place surveillance around your home for a while, just in case. But trust me, you did the city a huge favor.” She glanced at Officer Grant, then back at me with a smile. “We’ll take it from here. Thank you again, but we’ve got to get back to work now.” With that, Sarah and Olivia gave me a parting nod and headed toward the police station. I stood there for a moment, watching them disappear into the building. After a deep breath, I finally felt a bit of the tension in my chest lift. With a newfound sense of relief, I turned and continued on my way, ready to move on from this chapter. <<set $margaretRunawayEnd = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> <<link "Go to City Center" "City Center">> <</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone.jpg"/> I decided to break the ice and send the first message. After just a few seconds, he responded quickly, almost like he had been waiting. We exchanged some casual pleasantries, discussing hobbies and interests, and soon, he got to the point. "So, how about we meet up and take a walk? Maybe somewhere like the park?" he suggested, his tone direct but not pushy. I hesitated for a moment, typing out my response. "That fast? We barely even know each other." "Look," he continued, "on apps like this, there are tons of scammers, bots, or weirdos pretending to be something they're not. I don’t like wasting time with endless chatting when most of it leads nowhere." His words were practical, almost rehearsed, like he'd had this conversation before. "I get that, but it just feels sudden." "I’m just being straightforward. So, what do you say? Wanna meet?" he wrote, waiting for my response. <<link "Agree to meet him" "Message Alex 2">> <</link>> <<link "Politely decline and keep browsing">><<run Engine.backward()>><</link>>

I took a deep breath before typing my reply. "Well, okay. I’m not against meeting up." "Great!" Alex replied almost immediately, "But first, can you send me a selfie real quick?" "A selfie? Why?" I asked, surprised by the sudden request. "I just explained—there are too many scammers and fake profiles on these apps. Just need to be sure you’re real." I rolled my eyes but typed back, "Alright, give me a minute." Quickly, I minimized the app, checked my hair in the camera, and snapped a selfie. <img src="img/misc/selfie.jpg"/> After a few moments, I sent it over. A message popped up soon after. "You look great." "Thanks," I replied, feeling a mix of curiosity and caution. "So, the park it is, then?" he asked, following up fast. "Yeah, sounds good." I confirmed. "Awesome. Let’s meet at the park entrance, in front of the main gate. I’ll be there in thirty. That work for you?" I glanced at the clock, calculating the time it would take me to get ready. "Yeah, I can be there." "Cool. See you soon then." [[Go to the park to meet Alex|Meet Alex]]

I made my way to the park, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over the entrance as I approached. Looking around, I spotted a guy in a T-shirt who resembled Alex. I took a breath and walked up to him. "Are you Alex?" I asked, searching his face for a hint of recognition. "Yeah, that’s me! And you must be <<print $name>>?" he replied with a grin. "That's right," I confirmed, smiling back. He chuckled lightly, "Damn, you looked younger in your photos." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his words, but before I could react, he added, "Just kidding! You look great!" I laughed, relieved by his quick reassurance. "Thanks!" I replied, feeling a little more at ease. "Shall we take a walk in the park?" he suggested, gesturing toward the winding paths ahead. "Yeah, that sounds good. That’s why we’re here, right?" I responded, eager to get started. <img src="img\locations\outside\park/alex_meet.jpg"/> As we strolled through the park, we chatted about our interests, sharing laughs and stories. I found him to be a good guy with a decent sense of humor. The atmosphere felt light, and time seemed to slip away as we enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, signaling it was time to wrap up our meeting, Alex turned to me with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "So, how about a kiss goodnight?" <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $parkAlexMeet = true>> [[Agree to his proposal|Alex First Kiss]] [[Suggest that maybe another time would be better|Alex First Kiss Refuse]]

I looked into his eyes and decided to tease him a bit. "Okay, close your eyes," I instructed playfully. He complied, a curious smile spreading across his face. Standing on my tiptoes, I leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, feeling a rush of warmth. <img src="img\locations\outside\park/alex_kiss.jpg"/> When he opened his eyes, he chuckled softly. "I was expecting a passionate kiss that involved some tongue," he said with a playful smirk, "but I suppose this works for a first time." I raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin forming on my lips. "A first time? So, you’re planning for a second?" "Absolutely! I'd be thrilled if we could have a second date," he replied, his enthusiasm infectious. After a moment of shared laughter, he suggested, "How about we exchange numbers? That way, if we want to meet up again, we don’t have to rely on the dating app." I nodded, feeling pleased with the idea. "Sounds good to me!" We quickly exchanged numbers, the connection feeling more genuine with each passing moment. With a final wave, we said our goodbyes. As I made my way toward the park exit, I felt a lightness in my step and a smile on my face. Today had turned out to be unexpectedly nice, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what might come next. <<set $parkAlexNumber = true>> <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img\locations\outside\park/alex_meet.jpg"/> I hesitated for a moment, weighing my feelings before replying. "I think I’d rather not. Maybe another time would be better." Alex nodded, not pushing the issue. "No problem, I understand." There was no awkwardness between us; instead, he smiled and said, "It was great meeting you anyway." We exchanged farewells, and as we parted ways, I felt a mix of relief and disappointment. While he seemed like a decent guy, I wasn’t quite ready to take that step just yet. As I walked out of the park, I decided to open the dating app to message Alex that I had a nice time. But as the screen loaded, I was taken aback to see that he had blocked me. My heart sank at the unexpected turn of events. I had hoped we could stay in touch, but perhaps he took my refusal harder than I thought. Still, I reassured myself that not kissing him hadn’t been a mistake. I valued taking my time, even if it meant missing out on something that could have been fun. With a sigh, I pocketed my phone and continued on my way, leaving the park behind. <<link "Go to neighborhood area" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_game.jpg"/> I decided to kill some time and play a game on my smartphone. The screen quickly filled with colorful graphics, and I found myself immersed in the simple but addictive gameplay. Time flew by as I tapped and swiped, focused on reaching the next level. After a while, feeling satisfied, I closed the game and returned to the home screen. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> <<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<<if $start is true and $menu is false>> <<if $inventory.indexOf("Smartphone") != -1>> <<link " Smartphone">> <<goto "Smartphone">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link " Open Inventory">> <<goto "Inventory">> <</link>> <<link " Character">> <<goto "CharacterStats">> <</link>> <<link " Relationships">> <<goto "Relationships">> <</link>> <<link " Walkthrough">> <<goto "Walkthrough">> <</link>> <<link " Cheats">> <<goto "Cheat">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="img/misc/cheat.jpg"/> I've just added these cheats, and they may break the game, so use them at your own risk. Cheats could potentially disrupt certain game routes, causing unexpected issues. It's highly recommended to save your progress before using any cheats, just in case. <<link "Money + 1000" `passage()`>><<set $money += 1000>><</link>> <<link "Lose all your money" `passage()`>><<set $money = 0>><</link>> <<link "Intellect + 10" `passage()`>> <<set $intellect += 10>> <<set $intellect to Math.min($intellect, 100)>> <</link>> <<link "Charisma + 10" `passage()`>> <<set $charisma += 10>> <<set $charisma to Math.min($charisma, 100)>> <</link>> <<link "Fitness + 10" `passage()`>> <<set $fitness += 10>> <<set $fitness to Math.min($fitness, 100)>> <</link>> <<link "Attractiveness + 10" `passage()`>> <<set $attractiveness += 10>> <<set $attractiveness to Math.min($attractiveness, 100)>> <</link>> <<link "Corruption + 10" `passage()`>> <<set $corruption += 10>> <<set $corruption to Math.min($corruption, 100)>> <</link>> <<link "Arousal + 100" `passage()`>> <<set $arousal += 100>> <<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>> <</link>> <<set $menu to true>> \ <<link "Skip Day" "Day Skip">><<set $menu to false>><</link>> <<link "Return" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img/misc/phone_call.jpg"/> I dial Jill's number, and after a few rings, she picks up. We chat for a bit, her familiar voice putting me at ease. “Hey, what’s up?” “Hi, Jill.” “<<print $name>>, nice to hear from you again. What’s going on with you?” We exchange small talk, catching up on things, her laughter light and casual, making the conversation feel comfortable. <ul> <li><<link "Say goodbye and hang up" $return>><<set $menu to false>><</link>></li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work_wait.jpg"/> I press the doorbell and wait. After what feels like a minute, the door finally opens, and Stephanie greets me with a playful smile. “Hello, darling. You’ve come to lick my feet—oh, I mean, help me relax after my session, right?” Her comment makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, and I shift my weight slightly. Still, I respond with a nod. “Yes, I’m here to earn some extra money.” Stephanie chuckles softly and steps aside. “Well, I have a client right now, so you’ll need to wait a little while. It shouldn’t take too long.” <ul> <li>[[Wait for Stephanie to finish her session|Stephanie Work 1 Event]]</li> <li>[[Say maybe some other time and leave|Outside]]</li> </ul>

I nodded and told Stephanie I’d wait for her to finish. She smiled and invited me inside. I followed her into the house and sat in the hallway, the air filled with the soft hum of music from her office. Time passed slowly, the quiet punctuated only by the faint sounds of conversation from behind the closed door. <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/wait.jpg"/> After about 15 minutes, the door to her office opened, and a man stepped out, looking quite pleased. Stephanie stood beside him, smiling as they exchanged a few words. Before he left, he gave me a lingering, predatory glance, his eyes sweeping over me with interest. I shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. Once he was gone, Stephanie turned to me with a welcoming smile. “Come on in, darling,” she said, gesturing toward her office. I followed her inside, and we both sat down on the nearby couches where she usually conducts her sexology sessions. The room smelled faintly of lavender, and the ambiance was calm but charged with a certain intimacy. “I’ve had a busy day,” she sighed, sinking back into her seat. “I could really use some help relaxing. Would you be a good girl and help me with that?” Before I could respond, she slipped off her shoes and stretched her bare feet toward me, her toes wiggling slightly. “Be a good girl and lick my feet after my long day, won’t you?” she said with a teasing smile. Feeling a mixture of reluctance and submission, I gently took one of her feet in my hand and began licking it, starting at the sole and moving toward her toes, my actions slow and obedient. “That’s it, darling,” she cooed, her voice soothing. “You’re such a good little helper. It’s so nice to have someone like you to help me unwind after a long day.” As I worked my tongue over her foot, she let out a soft, contented sigh. “Don’t forget the heels, dear,” she reminded me, her voice playful yet firm. I shifted my attention to her heel, sucking on it lightly as she watched me with a satisfied smile. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_1\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> “Yes, just like that. You’re doing so well.” Stephanie leaned back, clearly enjoying the sensation as I obediently licked her feet. After a few moments, she let out a soft, contented sigh. “You know, it’s funny,” she said, her voice teasing, “you haven’t even asked me how much I’m going to pay you for this. Doesn’t that seem a little strange?” I paused for a second, unsure of what to say, but before I could respond, she continued. “So, what are your thoughts? How much would you like to get for this little side job?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. <ul> <li>[[Ask for 10 dollars|Stef Ask for 10 dollars]]</li> <li>[[Ask for 50 dollars|Stef Ask for 50 dollars]]</li> <li>[[Ask for 100 dollars|Stef Ask for 100 dollars]]</li> </ul>

I pulled back slightly from her feet and awkwardly said that I would probably be fine with 10 dollars. Stephanie looked surprised and smiled. “Oh, it seems you really enjoy licking my feet,” she said playfully. “What can you buy for 10 dollars?” I felt my cheeks flush and replied, “It doesn’t seem like a complicated job, so it would feel awkward to ask for more.” Stephanie nodded as if considering my words. “Well, if 10 dollars works for you, then it certainly works for me,” she said, her voice confident. “Now close your mouth and keep licking,” she added, lightly nudging me in the face with her feet. I obediently returned to her soles, gently licking them and sucking on her toes, while she made pleased comments. “That’s it, good girl! You really know how to do this,” she praised me, clearly enjoying the moment. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_1\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, Stephanie seemed satisfied. “That’s enough for today,” she declared, pulling her feet away from my face. Standing up from the couch, she reached into her bag, took out 10 dollars, and handed it to me while gently patting my cheek. “You lick those feet really well,” she said approvingly. I thanked her, feeling a lightness in my heart, and after saying goodbye, I left her apartment. <<set $money += 10>><<set $stephanieWork1 = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, “Actually, I think I’d like to ask for 50 dollars.” Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across her face. “Fifty dollars? You must really enjoy this, huh?” she teased, leaning back comfortably. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as I replied, “Well, I believe it’s a fair price for the effort. It’s not exactly an easy task.” Stephanie chuckled softly. “You know, that’s about what I was planning to pay you anyway,” she said with a wink, her tone light but genuine. I met her gaze, feeling a surge of confidence. “I want to make sure I’m compensated for my effort, especially if I’m going to help you relax,” I explained. She contemplated my words for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “Well, if fifty dollars is what you want, I’m happy to oblige. After all, it’s nice to have someone willing to help me unwind.” With that, she stretched her legs toward me again, her bare feet invitingly close. “Now, close your mouth and get back to work,” she instructed, playfully nudging me with her toes. I nodded, feeling a rush of anticipation as I resumed licking her feet, focusing on every detail under her approving gaze. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_1\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a while, Stephanie finally said, “Okay, that’s enough for today.” She pulled her feet away and stood up. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out 50 dollars and handed them to me, a satisfied smile on her face. “You did well today,” she praised, gently ruffling my hair. I thanked her, feeling pleased with our exchange, and after saying goodbye, I left her apartment, the crisp bill securely in my hand. <<set $money += 50>><<set $stephanieWork1 = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I took a deep breath and said, “Actually, I think I deserve 100 dollars for this.” Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “Oh? That sounds rather bold coming from you,” she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. “Remember, I charge $100 for my therapy sessions, and now you’re asking for the same amount just to lick my feet? Do you really think it’s as easy as that?” I shifted my weight, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought—” “Thought what? That you could just roll in here and demand the same pay for being a good little submissive?” she snapped, crossing her arms. “This isn’t some simple task. It takes real skill to conduct a session. You’re just licking my feet!” Swallowing hard, I replied, “I didn’t want to imply that it was the same thing.” She shook her head, unimpressed. “Well, maybe you should think about what you’re asking for next time. Now, stop talking and get back to work. I’ll pay you 50 dollars for this,” she ordered, pointing her toes toward me. I nodded and bent down again, taking her foot in my hands. As I began to lick, I could feel the softness of her skin against my tongue. “Make sure to get the arch,” she instructed, watching me closely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_1\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I complied, swirling my tongue around her arch and then down to her heel. “You call that licking? Come on, give it some effort!” she chastised, tapping her foot against my lips. I focused harder, sucking on her toes one by one, feeling her gaze scrutinizing every move I made. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m paying you for this,” she muttered, rolling her eyes but a smile tugged at her lips nonetheless. After a few moments, she finally said, “Okay, that’s enough for today. You can stop.” She withdrew her feet and stood up, rummaging through her bag. With a sigh, she pulled out a crisp 50-dollar bill and handed it to me, giving my cheek a playful pat. “You did alright, I guess. Now go on, get out of here.” I thanked her and left her apartment, the weight of the experience lingering in my mind. <<set $money += 50>><<set $stephanieWork1 = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work_wait2.jpg"/> I rang Stephanie’s doorbell, and after about a minute, she opened the door, letting out a man with a satisfied grin on his face. As she turned toward me, I noticed that she had changed her hair color from black to blonde. "Blonde really suits you," I said with a smile, trying to break the awkwardness. Stephanie gave me a cold, almost disinterested nod before replying, "Thanks." Then, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Here to earn some extra money with your mouth?" Feeling a bit nervous, I replied, "Yes." Stephanie smiled slightly and mentioned that she had just finished a session with a client, adding, "You'll have to wait a bit while I make myself some coffee." <ul> <li>[[Wait for her|Stephanie Work 2 Event]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return later|Outside]]</li> </ul>

I followed Stephanie into her apartment, taking in the sleek, modern décor—everything seemed meticulously arranged, with a minimalist style that felt both cold and elegant. She gestured towards the living room with a casual wave of her hand. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, her tone indifferent as she disappeared into the kitchen. I stepped into the living room and sat down on the large white sofa. It was incredibly soft, and I sank into the cushions as I tried to calm my nerves. The space was immaculate, with glossy surfaces and abstract art on the walls, though it felt oddly impersonal. <img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work_wait3.jpg"/> As I waited, I heard the faint clinking of cups from the kitchen. After a few minutes, Stephanie returned, holding a steaming mug of coffee. She sat on a smaller couch opposite me, crossing her legs with the fluidity of someone used to being in control. "So, how are things with you?" she asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of her coffee as if we were simply catching up. Her voice carried an undercurrent of casual authority. I forced a small smile and replied, "Oh, things have been alright. Just... staying busy." We made some light conversation about the neighborhood, and Stephanie briefly mentioned a few of her more interesting clients, though she kept the details vague. As we chatted, I couldn’t help but notice that she hadn't offered me anything to drink. The thought lingered in my mind for a moment—she’d made herself coffee but didn’t even ask if I wanted some. I decided not to say anything, trying to keep my focus on the conversation. After finishing her coffee, she placed the cup down with a quiet clink on the glass coffee table. With a deep, relieved sigh, she slipped off her high heels and flexed her toes. "Ugh, these heels are murder on my feet," she muttered, rubbing one of her ankles briefly before glancing over at me. Without warning, she slid closer, her knees almost brushing mine, and extended her foot toward me. "Be a good girl and give my feet a massage, would you?" Her tone was commanding, though there was a faint hint of amusement in her eyes as she watched me react. I hesitated for just a second, but the way she looked at me made it clear she expected obedience. With a small nod, I took her foot in my hands, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the warmth beneath it. I began to gently knead her foot, pressing my thumbs into the arch. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "How’s this?" I asked softly, glancing up at her. "Mmm, better," she murmured, leaning back into the sofa with her eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the attention. "Keep going." I continued to massage Stephanie’s feet, her skin warm and soft beneath my fingers. Her expression relaxed even more as I worked on her arches, and she let out a satisfied sigh. "You’re such a good girl," she purred, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "It’s so nice having someone like you to help me unwind after a long day." Her voice was soft but carried that familiar commanding tone. The tension from her day seemed to melt away as I continued, and she looked down at me with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. After a few minutes, she leaned forward slightly and glanced at me with a glint in her eyes. "Alright, that’s enough massage. Now," she said, pausing as she extended her foot closer to my face, "I want you to kiss my feet, tell me how much you like them." I hesitated for just a moment, feeling a knot of nervousness in my stomach, but I nodded and leaned in. Gently, I pressed my lips to her foot, the taste of her skin unfamiliar but not unpleasant. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I... I like them," I whispered softly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I followed her command. Stephanie let out a small chuckle, clearly pleased by my obedience. "Good girl. Now, I think you belong on your knees at my feet, don’t you? It seems like the perfect place for someone like you." Her words hung in the air, heavy with expectation. My heart raced, and I felt her gaze pressing down on me, waiting for my reaction. I nodded silently and slowly slid off the couch, my knees hitting the floor as I positioned myself in front of her, right where she wanted me. She leaned back against the couch, her expression a mix of satisfaction and playful authority. With a subtle flick of her ankle, she extended her legs toward me, wiggling her toes in a teasing manner. "Good girl," she purred, her voice smooth and sultry. "Now, be a dear and really give my feet some love. I want to feel that tongue working hard, so don’t hold back." The command in her tone sent a thrill through me as I took in the sight of her delicate feet, perfectly manicured and alluringly soft. Without hesitation, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the silky skin of her feet. I began with her toes, kissing each one tenderly before taking one into my mouth, sucking on it gently. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, and I could see her expression shift to one of delight, her eyes sparkling with approval. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Mmm, that’s right," she encouraged, leaning forward slightly, her gaze locked onto mine. "I love how eager you are. Make sure to give them a thorough licking. I want them nice and wet." There was a playful glint in her eyes as I followed her command, my tongue gliding over her delicate arch, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. I worked my way down to her heel, tracing my tongue along the smooth curve. "Oh, you really know how to please a girl," she remarked with a playful smirk, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just imagine how hard my day has been, and how much I needed this." As I focused on her heels, sucking and licking them with enthusiasm, I could feel her relaxing into the couch, her sighs of pleasure encouraging me to continue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good job, sweetheart," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But I want to hear you say how much you love doing this for me." I glanced up at her, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding my cheeks. "I love... taking care of you," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity behind my words was clear. "You know what? I believe you," she replied, her teasing smile widening as she shifted her weight, allowing her feet to slip closer to my face. "And you look so cute on your knees. This is exactly where you belong, isn’t it?" The thrill of her words made me nod eagerly. With renewed focus, I continued my ministrations, my tongue gliding between her toes and dancing across the soft pads, savoring the moment. Each flick and swirl of my tongue elicited soft gasps and approving murmurs from her. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Oh, yes, just like that," she encouraged, her voice dripping with pleasure. "You really do have a knack for this, don’t you?" I could feel a rush of pride at her words, my heart racing as I lavished attention on her feet. I took my time, savoring every moment, feeling her toes curl in delight as I continued to lick and suck with fervor. "Don’t forget my arches," she reminded me, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "I want them to feel as good as my toes do." I immediately shifted my attention, tracing the outline of her arch with my tongue, feeling her respond to the sensation. "Mmm, yes," she sighed, leaning back further, her eyes half-closed in bliss. "It’s like you were made for this." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The atmosphere in the room thickened with tension, a delightful mix of submission and pleasure as I continued to worship her feet. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $stephanieWork2 = true>> "You know," Stephanie said thoughtfully, her eyes gleaming with amusement, "I think it’s time you take off your shirt and show me those pretty little breasts of yours." Her voice was both commanding and teasing, as if she already knew what the outcome would be. <ul> <li>[[Start removing my shirt|Stef Remove Shirt]]</li> <li>[[Tell her I don't want to do that|Stef Refuse Remove Shirt]]</li> </ul>

With a shaky breath, I obediently began to pull my shirt over my head, feeling my cheeks grow warm as I exposed myself under Stephanie’s sharp, appraising gaze. The fabric slid over my skin slowly, almost teasingly, and I could sense her satisfaction as she watched me. Every movement felt exaggerated, deliberate. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good girl," she purred, her lips curving into a self-satisfied smile. "I knew you'd be eager to obey. You just can't resist, can you?" Her voice was dripping with amusement, the kind that sent a shiver down my spine. "It's so easy for you to please me. Such a willing little thing." As the shirt slipped off and fell to the floor, I stood there for a moment, bare-chested, feeling vulnerable yet unable to look away from her. Stephanie’s gaze roamed over me with an air of control, as if she were savoring her dominance over the situation. She extended her leg, flexing her toes lazily in front of my face. "Now," she said in that same commanding tone, lifting her foot closer, "go ahead and continue licking. Show me just how much you love this." I bent down without hesitation, my lips finding her soft skin. I pressed my tongue to the arch of her foot, running it slowly across the smooth surface. The taste of her skin mixed with the scent of her perfume, and the intimacy of the act only deepened the feeling of submission. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Mmm, that's better," she murmured, leaning back, her head tilting slightly as if she were savoring every moment of my obedience. "It's like you were made for this, aren’t you?" I nodded silently, continuing to run my tongue across her sole, occasionally sucking her toes one by one, feeling the wetness of my own saliva coating them. Her toes flexed slightly, brushing against my lips as I took them into my mouth. "Oh yes, just like that," she sighed, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "See how easy it is for you to be useful? You're such a natural at this... all I have to do is tell you what to do." She gave a small, condescending laugh. "It’s almost adorable how desperate you are to please." Her foot pressed a little harder against my lips as I licked her heel, each of her movements purposeful, as though she was testing how far she could push me. I could hear the satisfaction in her voice, and I couldn't help but follow her every command. Her foot was slick with my saliva, glistening under the light as I obediently finished licking every inch of her skin. Stephanie watched with satisfaction, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Finally, she let out a soft, contented sigh. "That’s enough for today," she said in a low, sultry voice, her fingers curling slightly as she reached down and grasped my hand. She gently pulled me up from my knees, her grip firm yet unhurried. Before I could even react, her lips were on mine, capturing me in a heated, possessive kiss. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her tongue slid against mine, and between kisses, she whispered in that same commanding tone, "Mmm... you were perfect today." Her breath was hot against my lips as she pressed closer. "Always so eager to obey... just like I knew you would be." Each kiss felt like an extension of her dominance, her hand trailing up my bare back, as if she was savoring the feel of my skin beneath her touch. I couldn’t help but melt into her, my body responding to her every movement. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against mine one last time before she stepped away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Now," she said with a playful smirk, "get dressed." I obediently reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head without hesitation. As I did, Stephanie casually reached into her designer handbag, pulling out a crisp $50 bill. With a small smile, she extended it toward me. "Here," she said, her tone casual but laced with amusement, "for being such a good girl today." I took the money, feeling a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment as I folded it and slipped it into my pocket. Stephanie gave me one last, satisfied glance before turning toward the door. "I think we’ll have to do this again sometime," she added with a wink, her voice teasing as she walked me to the door. We exchanged quick goodbyes, and I stepped out of her apartment, still feeling the lingering heat of her touch as I closed the door behind me. <<set $money += 50>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I hesitated for a moment and said that I didn’t really want to take off my shirt. Stephanie gave me a questioning look, raising an eyebrow with a smirk on her lips. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You're already on your knees licking my feet, and now you're telling me you don't want to take your shirt off?" Her voice dripped with mockery as she glanced down at me. "You're just playing hard to get, aren't you? Like a little bitch." I felt the weight of her words settle over me, but before I could respond, she leaned back and crossed her legs. "You want to make money doing this?" she asked, her tone now businesslike. "Fine. I'll throw in an extra 10 dollars if you show me those tits." She waited for my reaction, her eyes never leaving mine. <ul> <li>[[Agree to take off the shirt|Stef Remove Shirt Tips]]</li> <li>[[Refuse anyway|Stef Refuse Remove Shirt 2]]</li> </ul>

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot of embarrassment tighten in my stomach, but I finally muttered, "Alright, I'll take off my shirt." Slowly, I grabbed the hem of my top and began pulling it over my head, the fabric sliding off and leaving my chest bare. I could feel Stephanie’s eyes watching every movement, her gaze lingering on my exposed skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Well, well," she said with a smirk, her tone dripping with condescension. "So, for a measly 10 dollars, you took off your shirt like a good little slut. I wonder what else you’d do for a bit more pocket change?" I felt a flush of heat rise to my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Her words hung in the air, taunting me, as she stretched her leg out, bringing her foot closer to my chest. "Now, be a good girl and play with your tits using my foot," she commanded, her voice cool and authoritative. "Go on, don’t be shy." Swallowing my nerves, I took her foot in my hands and slowly guided it to my chest. The smoothness of her skin brushed against my breasts as I obediently moved her foot, pressing it against my skin. Her toes grazed over my nipples, sending a strange jolt of sensation through me, and I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. "That’s it, keep going," she purred, shifting her weight slightly as she leaned back on the couch. "You’ve got such soft, lovely tits. It’s almost fun to watch you humiliate yourself like this." I kept her foot moving against my chest, her toes lightly flicking over my sensitive nipples as I did my best to comply with her demands. My breathing had become shallow, my face burning with embarrassment, but I forced myself to keep going. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Mmm, I bet you’re starting to enjoy this too," she added with a teasing tone. "Such a good girl, so eager to please. Maybe if you’re really obedient, I’ll even give you a little tip for your efforts." Her foot pressed harder against my chest as she spoke, her toes teasing my nipples with more intensity. I could feel her eyes locked on me, her amusement evident as I continued to follow her instructions without question. "Good girl," she murmured again, her voice almost a whisper. "Now keep going. I’m enjoying this way more than I thought." I could only nod slightly, continuing to rub her foot against my chest as her mocking words echoed in my ears. Each touch felt more intense under her watchful gaze, and I realized there was no escaping her control—not now, not with the way she was enjoying this. As Stephanie finished playing with my chest, her foot still gently brushing over my sensitive skin, she lifted it toward my face, the smooth sole now inches from my lips. "Now, be a good girl and keep licking," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. There was no question in her tone—only the expectation of my obedience. I nodded slightly, and without hesitation, leaned in closer, my lips parting to take her foot into my mouth once again. The taste of her skin was familiar by now, and I obediently licked along the curve of her arch, my tongue gliding from heel to toe. I could feel her toes flexing slightly as I kissed and sucked on each one, paying special attention to the tips as she instructed. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s right, sweetheart, don't miss a spot," Stephanie murmured, her voice taking on an amused tone. She shifted slightly on the couch, reclining as she watched me work. "I knew you’d be good at this." My tongue ran over the ball of her foot, and I took her big toe into my mouth, gently sucking as she flexed it against my lips. I could hear her soft chuckles and occasional sighs of satisfaction, which only made me more determined to please her. "You’re such a good little helper, aren't you?" she commented, her words half-praise, half-mockery. "I bet you never thought you'd be this good at something so... simple." With her words hanging in the air, I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and submission, but I couldn’t stop now. My mouth moved from one toe to the next, sucking and licking as Stephanie watched me intently, her eyes filled with amusement. I continued to lick Stephanie’s foot, feeling her skin growing slick under my tongue. When her foot was thoroughly wet, she sighed, her voice calm but firm. “That’s enough for today,” she said, pulling her foot away. She took my hand and gently lifted me from my kneeling position, guiding me up. Before I could react, she leaned in and captured my lips in a sudden, fiery kiss. Her lips were soft yet demanding, her breath warm against my skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Between kisses, Stephanie chuckled softly, “You did well today, didn’t you?” Her words were filled with amusement, as if today’s events were a playful game. “Such a good girl... always ready to follow instructions.” After a few lingering kisses, she stepped back and said, “Go ahead, put your shirt back on.” I obediently slipped my shirt over my head, covering myself once again. As I finished dressing, Stephanie reached into her purse, pulling out a crisp stack of bills. She handed me $60 with a teasing smile. “Here you go. I think that covers today’s... entertainment.” I nodded and took the money, thanking her. We exchanged brief farewells before I left her apartment, my mind still reeling from everything that had just happened. <<set $money += 60>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

I refused to take off my shirt, feeling a bit insulted that she had only offered me 10 dollars. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_2\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You can be such an arrogant little brat sometimes," Stephanie remarked, her voice sharp as she narrowed her eyes at me. "But fine. If you don’t want to show your tits today, have it your way." She rose from the couch with a dismissive sigh, the air around her suddenly colder. Walking over to her bag, she rummaged inside for a moment before pulling out 25 dollars. She didn’t even bother looking at me as she handed the money over, her lips curving into a faint, mocking smile. "Thanks," I muttered, getting up from my knees, feeling a strange tension in the air. Her eyes barely flickered toward me as she gave a half-hearted nod. "You know," she said icily, "You could’ve made a bit more if you weren’t so stubborn. But I guess you enjoy being difficult." There was a pause as she watched me gather my things, her gaze still condescending. I gave her a polite nod, feeling the weight of her judgment. As I reached the door, I heard her mutter, "Well, don't let the door hit you on your way out." With that, I left her apartment, hearing the door close firmly behind me. The tension of the moment lingered as I walked away, clutching the crumpled bills in my hand. <<set $money += 25>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/work_wait4.jpg"/> I approached the door of Stephanie's apartment and nervously pressed the doorbell. Several long seconds of silence passed before the door opened, revealing Stephanie dressed in a long black skirt and a gray t-shirt, a slight smile on her lips. “Oh, it’s you! Back again to make some extra money?” she asked with a playful glint in her eyes. I nodded, feeling a hint of tension in the air. “Yes, I would like to.” She laughed softly and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. “Well, I’m free right now. If you want, you can come in. I’ve got time.” <ul> <li>[[Enter Stephanie's apartment|Stephanie Work 3 Event]]</li> <li><<link "Decline and say I'll come back later" "Outside">> <</link>></li></ul>

I decided to step into Stephanie's apartment, knowing I could make a little extra money. She gestured for me to follow her inside, her long black skirt swaying as she moved gracefully through the hallway. "Come on in," she said warmly as we reached the living room. "But first, take off your shoes." I nodded and quickly slipped off my shoes, placing them neatly by the door. The apartment felt cozy, with soft lighting and a gentle scent of lavender in the air. I walked over to the plush sofa and sat down, sinking into its soft cushions. A moment later, Stephanie joined me, sitting close by. She leaned back casually, crossing her legs and started talking. At first, I nodded along, listening attentively, but as the minutes stretched on, her voice filled the room like a steady stream, going from topic to topic. I tried to add the occasional comment, a short nod or a word, but mostly, I just listened while she recounted her week, her thoughts flowing without pause. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "And you know," she said, laughing, "that guy at the café never gets my order right!" Her stories kept coming, while I tried to find small moments to react, but she was absorbed in her own monologue. After what felt like quite some time, Stephanie finally paused and turned her attention to me. "Enough about me. How are you doing?" she asked with a sudden shift in focus. I took a breath, relieved for the opportunity to speak. "Well, I’ve been getting used to life in the big city—" I began, but before I could finish, Stephanie suddenly lifted her foot and pressed it gently but firmly against my face. "This isn’t distracting you, is it?" she asked, her voice light but with a hint of teasing, her foot hovering just inches from my nose. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "N-no, not at all," I stammered awkwardly, trying to keep my voice steady. "Good," she said, her tone dripping with mock sincerity. "Then keep going. Tell me more. And while you’re at it, sniff my foot. I’m sure it won’t bother you," she added with a sarcastic smile. I swallowed nervously and tried to continue speaking. "Like I was saying, I’m getting used to city life..." My words felt disjointed as I struggled to focus, while Stephanie’s foot gently brushed against my face, the faint scent of her skin filling my senses. "Mmm, that’s right," she muttered, guiding her foot over my cheek as I talked. I kept speaking, my voice trembling slightly as her movements grew more deliberate, each pass of her foot making it harder to concentrate. But I pressed on, telling her about my life, while she smirked, clearly enjoying the situation. A few minutes passed, and I continued talking, but Stephanie suddenly interrupted me, her expression shifting from interest to irritation. "My head is starting to hurt from all your chatter. You really need to talk less," she said bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "But you asked how I was doing..." I responded awkwardly, my voice trailing off. Stephanie leaned closer, her voice cold and commanding. "Shut up. I'm not paying you for mindless conversation. You came here for money, didn't you?" I opened my mouth, about to reply, but before I could say anything, Stephanie’s foot was in my face again. This time, she didn’t stop at brushing my cheek; her toes pressed against my lips, forcing their way inside my mouth. "Lick my feet. That’s what you’re really here for." Her voice was low and controlling, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as she watched me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I hesitated for a brief moment but then, with no other choice, I obediently began sucking on her toes, the taste of her skin filling my mouth. I could hear her chuckle softly, her words dripping with amusement. "Good girl," she murmured, her foot pressing further into my mouth. "Keep going. Don’t stop." I continued, my cheeks burning with humiliation as I licked and sucked her toes, trying to maintain some sense of dignity as she watched me with a satisfied smirk, her occasional sarcastic comments only deepening my discomfort. Stephanie’s eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned back on the couch, her foot still resting on my lips. "Open wide, baby," she commanded in a sultry tone, tilting her head to the side, watching me intently. I hesitated for a moment, feeling my pulse quicken. Then, I obediently parted my lips, trying to open as wide as I could. Without waiting, she jammed all five toes into my mouth, pushing them deeper than before. My lips stretched painfully around her foot, and I gagged as her toes filled my mouth completely. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it," she teased, her voice mocking as she watched me struggle. "Such a big, accommodating mouth you’ve got. Makes me wonder what else could fit in there." Her laughter echoed softly, almost as if she was enjoying every second of my discomfort. I could barely breathe, the taste of her skin overwhelming me as I choked slightly on her foot. My eyes watered, but I couldn’t pull away. "Don’t stop now," she murmured, smirking as she wiggled her toes inside my mouth. "I’m not done playing yet." My stomach churned, but I continued to endure it, hoping she’d eventually let me go. After what felt like an eternity, Stephanie finally withdrew her foot, leaving me gasping for breath. But the momentary relief was short-lived—before I could catch my breath, she pressed both her feet against my face, the soles of her feet warm and firm against my skin. "Now, lick," she commanded, her tone icy but playful. "You know what to do." I nodded, too humiliated to resist. My tongue hesitantly slid across the smooth surface of her feet, tracing the curve of her arches and the rougher skin of her heels. Stephanie sighed with satisfaction, crossing her arms behind her head as she watched me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good girl," she purred, her eyes half-lidded with amusement. "Don’t forget between the toes. I want them spotless." I cringed, but dutifully followed her instructions, sliding my tongue between her toes as she commanded. She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the sight of me groveling at her feet. "Look at you, so eager to please," she mocked. "I knew you’d be good for something." Finally, after what felt like hours, she pulled her feet away, stretching languidly. "That’s enough for today," she said casually, as if nothing unusual had happened. Stephanie shifted closer to me on the couch, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Slowly, she reached out, placing a hand on the back of my neck. I barely had time to react before she pulled me closer and pressed her lips against mine in a firm, possessive kiss. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\outside\stephanie\work_3\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Her lips lingered for a moment before she pulled away, her fingers grazing my skin as she stood up. "Wait here," she said, walking over to her purse. She rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Walking back over, she handed it to me with a smirk. "Here you go. Fifty bucks for helping me relax," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "I’m lucky to have found such a good, obedient girl." I took the money, my cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. "We should do this again sometime," she added with a smirk, her eyes locking onto mine for a moment longer. Without another word, I stood up, feeling her gaze on me as I made my way to the door. We exchanged brief, cold goodbyes, and as I stepped out into the hallway, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. <<set $money += 50>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $stephanieWork3 = true>> <<link "Go away" "Outside">> <</link>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/main_building/university_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the university is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the university|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/main_building/university_main_building.jpg"/> Standing before the towering main building of the university, I take in the impressive architecture. Its grand facade, adorned with tall columns and intricate stonework, exudes a sense of prestige and history. The wide steps leading up to the entrance are bustling with students coming and going, their conversations blending with the hum of the city beyond the gates. I feel a slight breeze as I scan the scene. To the left, a group of students is gathered, discussing notes and laughing, while to the right, the sprawling campus stretches out, dotted with lush green lawns and academic buildings. The atmosphere is energetic, full of the excitement of university life. At the main entrance, a security guard stands at attention, his uniform neat and professional. He watches the flow of people with a keen eye, occasionally nodding in acknowledgment to those who pass by. <ul> <<if !$universitySecurityTalk>><li>[[Approach the security guard|Talk to Guard]]</li><</if>> <<if $universitySecurityTalk and !$universityAdmissionsTalk>><li>[[Head to the admissions office|Admissions Office]]</li><</if>> <<if $universityAdmissionsTalk and !$universityMedicalExamPass>><li>[[Take the medical exam|University Medical Exam]]</li><</if>> <<if $universityAdmissionsTalk and !$universityTestExamPass>><li><<link "Take the entrance exam" "Entrance Exam">> <</link>></li><</if>> <<if $universityMedicalExamPass and $universityTestExamPass and !$universityTestExamCheat and !$universityAdmission and ($dayNumber - $universityExamDayCount) >= 1>><li>[[Make my way to the admissions office for enrollment|University Admission]]</li><</if>> <<if $universityMedicalExamPass and $universityTestExamPass and $universityTestExamCheat and !$universityAdmission and ($dayNumber - $universityExamDayCount) >= 1>><li>[[Make my way to the admissions office for enrollment|University Admission Cheat]]</li><</if>> <<if $universityAdmission>><li>[[Head inside the building|University Main Hall]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Return to the University Area|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/sports_complex/sports_complex_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Sports Complex is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Sports Complex|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/sports_complex/sports_complex.jpg"/> I stand before the sprawling University Sports Complex, a hub of athletic activity and energy. The large glass windows reveal glimpses of students training, their laughter and cheers echoing outside. The facility is modern, with sleek lines and bright banners promoting various sports teams. As I take in the scene, the air is filled with the scent of fresh paint and polished wood, mingling with the faint aroma of sweat and determination. A group of students stretches in a nearby field, while others jog around the track, their footsteps rhythmic against the surface. The entrance beckons, promising an array of sports events and recreational activities waiting inside. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Sports Complex|Inside Sports Complex]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Sports Complex|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/cafeteria_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Cafeteria is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Cafeteria|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/cafeteria.jpg"/> I stand outside the bustling University Cafeteria, where the savory aromas of freshly cooked meals waft through the air. Large glass windows reveal glimpses of students inside, laughing and enjoying their lunch, creating a lively atmosphere that draws me in. The cafeteria is vibrant, with various food stations offering everything from salads to hearty entrees. Brightly colored banners hang from the ceiling, showcasing daily specials and promoting healthy eating habits. The sound of cheerful chatter and clattering trays fills the space, inviting me to join in on the energy and camaraderie within. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Cafeteria|Inside Cafeteria]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Cafeteria|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/store/store_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Local Store is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Local Store|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/store/store.jpg"/> I stand outside the University Local Store, a cozy little shop that caters to students' every need. The warm glow of lights spills from the windows, creating a welcoming ambiance as the faint sound of music plays from within. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Local Store|Inside Local Store]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Local Store|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/museum/museum_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the University Museum is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Museum|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/museum/museum.jpg"/> I stand before the impressive facade of the University Museum, its grand architecture a testament to the history and culture housed within. The large entrance doors are framed by intricate carvings, inviting visitors to explore the treasures inside. Through the tall windows, I catch glimpses of exhibitions showcasing art, science, and history. The vibrant colors of paintings and artifacts catch the eye, promising a journey through time and creativity. As I take a moment to appreciate the surroundings, I can hear the faint sounds of conversations and laughter coming from inside, mingling with the soft notes of a piano playing in the background. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Museum|Inside Museum]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Museum|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/mens_dorm_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Men's Dormitory is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Men's Dormitory|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/mens_dorm.jpg"/> I stand outside the University Men's Dormitory, a brick building that exudes a sense of camaraderie and youthful energy. The sounds of laughter and music spill out from open windows, mingling with the faint smell of takeout food wafting through the air. The entrance is adorned with posters advertising upcoming events and club meetings, hinting at the vibrant life within. As I glance around, I notice a few students congregating on the steps, chatting animatedly and sharing stories about their day. The atmosphere is lively, filled with the sounds of friends catching up and the distant echo of footsteps in the hallways. I can sense the warmth of community that this place offers. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Men's Dormitory|Inside Men's Dormitory]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Men's Dormitory|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/womens_dorm_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Women's Dormitory is closed for the night. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Women's Dormitory|Inside Women's Dormitory]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Women's Dormitory|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/womens_dorm.jpg"/> I stand outside the University Women's Dormitory, a charming building adorned with flower boxes and cheerful banners. The soft sound of music drifts through the open windows, blending with the lively chatter of students enjoying their evening. As I look around, I see a group of friends sitting on the steps, sharing stories and laughter, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of fairy lights strung above. The atmosphere is welcoming and vibrant, filled with the camaraderie that defines university life. The entrance invites me in, promising a glimpse into the daily lives of the residents within, where friendships are formed and memories created. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Women's Dormitory|Inside Women's Dormitory]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Women's Dormitory|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/library/science_library_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the Science Library is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Science Library|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/library/science_library.jpg"/> I find myself standing outside the University Science Library, a modern structure with sleek glass walls that reflect the bustling campus around it. The faint hum of activity can be heard inside, punctuated by the soft sound of pages turning and quiet discussions among students. The entrance is framed by tall, inviting doors that seem to beckon me inside. I catch glimpses of students deeply engrossed in their studies, surrounded by towering shelves filled with books on every scientific discipline imaginable. The air is tinged with the scent of paper and ink, mingling with the aroma of fresh coffee from a nearby café, creating an atmosphere conducive to learning and exploration. <ul> <li>[[Enter the Science Library|Inside Science Library]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Science Library|University Area]]</li></ul><<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/public_park.jpg"/> I step into the University Public Park, a serene oasis amidst the bustling campus. Lush green lawns stretch out before me, dotted with vibrant flowerbeds that sway gently in the breeze. The sound of laughter and cheerful chatter fills the air as students gather, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Tall trees provide shaded spots where people lounge, while a winding path meanders through the park, inviting me to explore further. The scent of blooming flowers mingles with the earthy aroma of freshly cut grass, creating a peaceful atmosphere. As I take in the beauty of the park, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, a perfect escape from the rigors of university life. <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes")>><li>[[Run through the park|University Park Run]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Stroll through the park|University Park Stroll]]</li> <li>[[Sit on a bench and relax|University Park Bench]]</li> <li>[[Leave the park|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/metro_station/university_metro_station_pay.jpg"/> I walk up to the turnstile, pulling out a couple of crisp bills from my wallet. Sliding them into the machine, I hear the soft beep as the barrier clicks open, allowing me to pass through. <<set $money -= 2>> The atmosphere at the university metro station is lively and energetic, with students bustling about, chatting in groups, and balancing textbooks or laptops. The walls are adorned with posters announcing academic conferences, campus events, and upcoming concerts, giving the station a youthful, vibrant feel. As I step onto the platform, I notice the blend of energy and excitement typical of a university environment. A group of students debates a lecture topic nearby, while others stand quietly, absorbed in their phones or reading course materials. The electronic signs overhead display the next train’s arrival time, adding to the constant motion and rhythm of academic life. Billboards advertising student discounts and internships line the walls, reminding everyone of the opportunities that await just beyond the classroom. <ul> <li>[[Continue|Metro University Station]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/suburbs_area.jpg"/> I stroll down the quiet street lined with charming private homes. Each house has its unique character, showcasing various architectural styles—from cozy bungalows to elegant two-story designs. The well-manicured lawns are adorned with colorful flower beds, adding a vibrant touch to the neighborhood. As I walk, I take in the peaceful atmosphere, punctuated by the sound of children playing in their yards and the occasional bark of a dog. The scent of freshly cut grass lingers in the air, and I can see families enjoying quality time together, whether it's gardening or simply relaxing on their porches. The trees that line the street provide a lovely shade, and I pause to admire the swings hanging from their sturdy branches. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, creating a soothing sound that enhances the serene environment. <ul> <li>[[Leave the residential area|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/daycare_center/daycare_center.jpg"/> I step into the Daycare Center, greeted by a warm and inviting atmosphere. The walls are painted in soft, cheerful colors, adorned with playful artwork and educational posters that create a nurturing environment for young children. Brightly colored furniture fills the space, with small tables and chairs designed for little ones, while cozy reading nooks invite them to explore books and stories. In the main area, I notice several play stations, each brimming with toys, puzzles, and art supplies. A few children are engaged in imaginative play, building with blocks and laughing together. The cheerful chatter and giggles create a lively backdrop, making the space feel vibrant and full of life. As I wander further inside, a friendly security guard approaches me. “Are you here to pick up a child?” they ask with a polite smile. I shake my head and respond, “No, I’m just looking around. I recently moved here.” The guard nods, understanding my curiosity about the local community. I take a moment to appreciate the thoughtful layout of the center, designed to stimulate learning and social interaction among children, before considering my next move. <ul> <li>[[Leave the daycare center|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/nursing_home/nursing_home.jpg"/> I step into the Nursing Home, where a sense of calm and tranquility envelops me. The lobby is spacious and well-lit, with large windows that let in streams of natural light, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Soft, comfortable seating areas are arranged throughout, inviting visitors and residents to relax and chat. The walls are adorned with cheerful artwork and photographs that showcase the residents’ activities and community events, fostering a sense of belonging. A friendly receptionist greets me with a smile, making me feel at ease as I take in my surroundings. As I wander down the corridors, I notice several common areas filled with residents engaged in various activities—some are playing games, while others are enjoying a book or chatting with friends. The sound of laughter and conversation fills the air, adding to the homey ambiance. I pause to admire the well-kept gardens visible through the windows, offering a peaceful outdoor space for residents to enjoy fresh air and sunshine. <ul> <li>[[Leave the nursing home|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/car_wash/car_wash.jpg"/> I step into the Car Wash, greeted by the cheerful sounds of water spraying and brushes whirling. The large, brightly colored building is adorned with vibrant signage, showcasing various washing packages. Even though I don’t have a car, I can't help but admire the meticulous way the attendants clean each vehicle, scrubbing away dirt and grime. The air is fresh with the scent of soap and wax, while the rhythmic sound of water cascading creates a relaxing ambiance. A waiting area is set up with comfortable chairs and magazines for customers who prefer to stay while their cars are being serviced. Informational posters detailing the different wash options line the walls, making it easy for visitors to choose the perfect service for their vehicles. <ul> <li>[[Leave the car wash|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/community_pool/community_pool.jpg"/> I enter the Community Pool area, immediately welcomed by the sound of splashing water and laughter echoing throughout the space. The bright, open layout features a large, glimmering pool surrounded by comfortable lounge chairs and colorful umbrellas, creating a cheerful atmosphere for visitors of all ages. The air is filled with the refreshing scent of chlorine, mixed with hints of sunscreen from sunbathers relaxing nearby. Families are enjoying the shallow end, where children play and splash, while others swim laps in the deeper section. Lifeguards are stationed at various points, ensuring everyone's safety as they keep a watchful eye on the pool's activities. On one side, a small snack bar offers a selection of refreshments, from ice-cold drinks to light snacks, catering to those looking to cool off. The walls are adorned with vibrant murals of aquatic life, adding a playful touch to the environment. <ul> <li>[[Leave the community pool|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/golf_club/golf_club.jpg"/> I enter the Golf Club, immediately captivated by the lush greenery and pristine fairways that stretch out before me. The air is fresh, filled with the scent of cut grass and the distant sounds of golf clubs striking balls. Elegant wooden structures house the pro shop and a cozy lounge area where members relax after their rounds. The clubhouse features large windows that offer a stunning view of the course, and tasteful decor reflecting the sport's heritage enhances the inviting atmosphere. Golfers are scattered across the expansive grounds, some practicing on the driving range while others navigate the intricacies of the various holes. <ul> <li>[[Leave the golf club|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/hitchhiking_spot/hitchhiking_spot.jpg"/> I arrive at the hitchhiking spot, a small clearing by the roadside where travelers often pause in hopes of catching a ride out of the city. The road stretches ahead, flanked by trees that provide a bit of shade from the sun. It’s a bustling spot, with occasional cars slowing down to see if they can pick up a hitchhiker. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of adventure and spontaneity. A few other hitchhikers wait nearby, exchanging stories and tips on the best routes to take. Some sit on their backpacks, while others lean against the guardrail, their eyes scanning the approaching vehicles. As I take in the scene, I notice a signpost that points to various destinations, each one promising new experiences beyond the city limits. The air is warm, and a light breeze rustles the leaves, creating a relaxed ambiance. Despite the uncertainty of hitchhiking, there's an undeniable thrill in the air, a feeling that anything can happen as I stand here, ready to embark on a new journey. <ul> <li>[[Leave the hitchhiking spot|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/gas_station/gas_station.jpg"/> I step into the gas station, greeted by the familiar scent of gasoline mixed with the faint aroma of snacks from the convenience store. The station is bustling with activity; customers fill their tanks while others browse the shelves for refreshments. Brightly lit aisles showcase a variety of goods, from beverages to travel essentials, creating a vibrant atmosphere. The cashier stands behind a counter adorned with advertisements for local car services and promotions. A few gas pumps outside are busy as cars pull in and out, their engines humming softly. This is a hub of convenience for those traveling through the suburbs. <ul> <li>[[Leave the gas station|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/metro_station/suburbs_metro_station.jpg"/> I approach the turnstile, pulling out a couple of neatly folded bills. Sliding the money into the machine, I hear the familiar beep, and the barrier smoothly opens to let me through. <<set $money -= 2>> The atmosphere here is calm, a world apart from the rush of the city center. Polished floors and clean walls reflect the suburban charm, with families and casual commuters filling the platform. The distant hum of a train mixes with the sound of light conversation, as neighbors greet one another or glance at their phones, waiting patiently for their ride. Unlike the flashy advertisements in the business district, here the billboards showcase local shops, community events, and suburban services, emphasizing a slower, more peaceful way of life. The air feels fresh, and the pace is leisurely, giving a sense of comfort and familiarity. As I stand on the platform, I take in the surroundings, feeling a connection to the quiet and simplicity that define the suburbs. <ul> <li>[[Continue|Metro Suburb Station]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/car_dealership/car_dealership.jpg"/> I step into the car dealership "Apex Autos," and I am immediately greeted by the gleaming display of vehicles lining the showroom floor. The space is bright and inviting, with polished floors that reflect the sunlight streaming through large glass windows. Various models of cars, from sleek sedans to rugged SUVs, are showcased, each with a price tag clearly displayed. The air is filled with a faint scent of new upholstery and a hint of polished metal. Sales representatives in smart attire are scattered throughout the showroom, ready to assist any potential buyers. A large digital screen at the back showcases promotional offers and featured vehicles, while comfortable seating areas invite customers to relax as they browse through brochures or consult with sales staff. The atmosphere is lively yet professional, creating an environment that feels both welcoming and exciting. As I take in the sights and sounds, I can't help but admire the attention to detail in the design of each vehicle. The dealership feels like a hub of possibility, where dreams of car ownership come to life. <ul> <li>[[Leave the car dealership|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/movie_studio/movie_studio.jpg"/> As I step into "Zenith Studios," I'm immediately struck by the vibrant energy that fills the air. The expansive lobby is adorned with posters of iconic films produced here, showcasing the studio's impressive legacy in the film industry. The walls are lined with photos of famous actors and directors, capturing moments from behind the scenes. A large reception desk sits at the front, where a cheerful staff member greets visitors with a welcoming smile. To the side, a cozy lounge area features plush seating and coffee tables, where crew members and guests gather to discuss projects or take a break between shoots. Through glass doors, I catch glimpses of the bustling soundstage beyond, where crews are setting up elaborate scenes for the latest production. The sounds of chatter, laughter, and the clattering of equipment create a lively backdrop, immersing me in the world of filmmaking. The atmosphere is electric, and I can feel the excitement of creativity all around me, making it clear that this is a place where stories come to life. <ul> <li>[[Leave the movie studio|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/tv_studio/tv_studio.jpg"/> As I enter "Horizon TV Productions," I'm greeted by the bustling activity that defines a lively TV studio. The reception area is bright and modern, adorned with promotional posters of popular shows produced here. A large screen displays live feeds from different sets, giving me a sneak peek into the ongoing productions. The air buzzes with the energy of creativity and collaboration. Crew members rush past, carrying equipment and discussing scripts, while actors rehearse their lines in designated areas. I can see various sets through large glass windows, each designed to transport viewers to different worlds, from cozy living rooms to vibrant city streets. In one corner, a small cafe offers refreshments to those on break, creating a casual atmosphere amidst the organized chaos. The vibe is dynamic, filled with laughter, anticipation, and the occasional burst of applause from a successful take. It's fascinating to witness the behind-the-scenes action that brings television shows to life, and I can't help but feel inspired by the creative process unfolding around me. <ul> <li>[[Leave the TV studio|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/model_agency/model_agency.jpg"/> Stepping into "Aurora Talent Group," I'm immediately enveloped by an atmosphere of elegance and professionalism. The reception area is sleek and stylish, with modern furniture and vibrant artwork adorning the walls, showcasing the agency's top models in stunning campaigns. A friendly receptionist greets me with a warm smile, her desk organized with portfolios and magazines featuring the agency's talent. I notice a steady stream of aspiring models and clients coming and going, each one contributing to the buzz of creativity that fills the space. In one corner, a small casting room is filled with bright lights and cameras, where auditions are taking place. I catch a glimpse of models practicing their poses and walking gracefully across the floor, all under the watchful eye of a talent scout giving feedback. The energy is palpable, and I can sense the ambition and determination in the air. The walls are lined with photos of successful campaigns and events, a testament to the agency's reputation in the industry. It feels like a place where dreams are nurtured and opportunities abound, and I can't help but feel inspired by the talent surrounding me. <ul> <li>[[Leave the model agency|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/office_buildings/office_buildings.jpg"/> I stroll along the street lined with impressive office buildings, their towering skyscrapers reaching high into the sky. The modern architecture showcases sleek glass façades that reflect the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow. As I walk, I observe the bustling activity around me—professionals in sharp suits hurrying to their meetings, the sound of heels clicking against the pavement, and the hum of conversation filling the air. The atmosphere is vibrant and energetic, a true reflection of the city's business heartbeat. Sidewalk cafés offer a place for people to relax, with patrons enjoying their coffee while keeping an eye on their laptops. The smell of fresh pastries wafts through the air, adding to the allure of this dynamic area. I take a moment to admire the surrounding buildings, each with its unique design, contributing to the skyline's distinctive character. It's a place where ambition thrives, and possibilities seem endless. <ul> <li>[[Leave the office buildings|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/training_center/rose_of_the_world.jpg"/> I find myself at the "Rose of the World" Training Center, a place dedicated to psychological training and personal development. The building is modern and inviting, with large windows that allow natural light to flood the spacious lobby. Soft colors and calming decor create a serene atmosphere, making it an ideal environment for learning and self-reflection. As I walk through the center, I notice various rooms designed for workshops and training sessions. Each room is equipped with comfortable seating and interactive materials, encouraging open discussions and collaboration among participants. The walls are adorned with inspirational quotes and artwork that promote mindfulness and growth. A friendly receptionist greets me as I enter, providing information about the upcoming workshops and events. The center seems to buzz with positive energy, and I can sense that it's a place where individuals come to explore their thoughts, emotions, and behaviors in a supportive setting. <ul> <li>[[Leave the training center|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/metro_station/metro_station.jpg"/> I approach the turnstile, reaching for my wallet. After sliding two crisp bills into the machine, the barrier opens smoothly with a soft beep, and I pass through. <<set $money -= 2>> Polished floors and glass panels reflect the bustling energy of corporate commuters, each hurrying to their next meeting or business venture. The hum of conversation mixes with the soft rumble of approaching trains, creating a constant background of urban life. Electronic billboards flash advertisements for luxury brands and high-end services, emphasizing the wealth and power that flow through this part of the city. As I stand on the platform, surrounded by sharply dressed professionals, I can feel the pulse of the business world in every glance and movement, as if time itself is money here. <ul> <li>[[Continue|Metro Business District Station]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/security_guard.jpg"/> I walk up to the security guard standing at the entrance of the university's main building. His posture is straight, uniform impeccable, and his eyes sharp as they scan my approach. As I get closer, he speaks in a firm tone, "Present your Campus card." "I don’t study here," I reply, offering a polite smile, "but I'm thinking about applying to the university." The guard’s gaze shifts subtly as he looks me over, his eyes narrowing slightly. I could swear I hear him mutter under his breath, "Fresh meat, huh..." His words are barely audible, but the hint of a smirk on his face makes me uneasy. He clears his throat, returning to his professional demeanor. "You’ll need to head to the admissions office if you want to apply. They handle all the paperwork there." "Where can I find the admissions office?" I ask, glancing around the expansive building. <<set $universitySecurityTalk = true>> The guard points down the hallway. "End of the corridor, you'll see it. That's where you can submit your application." <ul> <li>[[Head to the admissions office|Admissions Office]]</li> <li>[[Leave the university|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/university_main_hall.jpg"/> As I step inside the university's main building, the atmosphere shifts from the lively outside to a quieter, more focused space. The high ceilings and polished marble floors reflect the grandeur of the exterior, while the soft lighting creates a calm and studious environment. Large wooden doors line the walls on either side of the corridor, leading to various offices and classrooms. A grand staircase, with ornate iron railings, leads to the upper floors, its steps echoing with the occasional hurried footsteps of students. To my left, a small sign indicates the entrance to the university medical office, while just ahead, there are restrooms — a door marked for men and another for women. The smell of fresh paper and the faint scent of cleaning supplies hang in the air, mingling with the distant murmur of conversation from nearby rooms. <ul> <li>[[Enter the medical office|University Medical Office]]</li> <li>[[Enter the men's restroom|University Men's Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Enter the women's restroom|University Women's Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Head upstairs to the second floor|University Second Floor]]</li> <li>[[Step outside the building|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/sports_complex/inside_sports_complex.jpg"/> I step into the University Sports Complex, immediately enveloped by the lively atmosphere buzzing with energy. The spacious interior is filled with bright lights and an array of colors from the banners showcasing the university's athletic teams. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor mixes with the shouts and laughter of students engaged in various activities. To my left, I notice a basketball court where a group of students are shooting hoops, their enthusiasm infectious as they cheer each other on. In the center, a multi-purpose area is set up for yoga and fitness classes, mats neatly arranged, awaiting eager participants. The scent of fresh wood and polished floors fills the air, combined with the faint hint of sweat that signifies hard work and dedication. This place is not just a facility; it’s a community hub for those passionate about sports and fitness. <ul> <li>[[Enter the locker room|Locker Room]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Sports Complex|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/inside_cafeteria.jpg"/> I step inside the University Cafeteria, instantly enveloped by the inviting atmosphere filled with laughter and the enticing aromas of freshly prepared meals. The spacious dining area is bustling with students chatting animatedly at tables, their plates piled high with a variety of delicious food. I take a moment to appreciate the colorful food stations lining the walls, each offering a tempting selection of dishes. From steaming pasta and savory stir-fries to vibrant salads and comforting soups, the choices seem endless. The scent of baked goods wafts through the air, teasing my senses and making my stomach growl in anticipation. Brightly colored banners hang overhead, promoting the daily specials and emphasizing healthy eating options. The sound of trays clattering and the cheerful chatter of students creates a lively backdrop, making this cafeteria feel like a hub of social interaction and nourishment. <ul> <li>[[Order something at the counter|Cafeteria Counter]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Cafeteria|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/store/inside_store.jpg"/> I step inside the University Local Store, a small shop that caters to students' everyday needs. The shelves are filled with a variety of essential items, from snacks and drinks to stationery and personal care products. The faint sound of music plays in the background as I navigate the narrow aisles, where colorful packaging and neatly arranged products catch my eye. The air is filled with the scent of fresh coffee, hinting at the café corner where students often grab a quick pick-me-up. Bright posters on the walls advertise special deals, and a small table near the entrance showcases the latest magazines and study aids. The store feels practical and functional, a go-to spot for any last-minute supplies. <ul> <li>[[Buy something from the store|Local Store Purchase]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Local Store|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/museum/inside_museum.jpg"/> I step inside the University Museum, instantly enveloped by an atmosphere of curiosity and wonder. The spacious halls are adorned with impressive displays of art, historical artifacts, and scientific exhibits. Soft lighting highlights the vibrant colors of paintings and the intricate details of sculptures. As I walk through the museum, I take in the various exhibitions. The walls are lined with framed artwork, each piece telling its own story. I pause to admire a beautiful landscape painting that captures the essence of nature, the brushstrokes almost bringing the scene to life. Moving on, I pass by an interactive display showcasing ancient civilizations, complete with replicas of pottery and tools. The quiet hum of other visitors discussing the exhibits fills the air, creating a serene ambiance that invites contemplation. I continue my leisurely stroll, soaking in the rich history and creativity that surrounds me, appreciating the opportunity to explore such a treasure trove of knowledge and culture. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Museum|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/mens_dorm_inside.jpg"/> I step into the University Men's Dormitory, but a security guard stops me at the entrance. He raises an eyebrow and says, "You don’t look like a guy to me." I smile and quip back, "Well, I'm flattered, but I assure you, I'm just here to admire the decor." The guard remains serious and responds, "This is a men's dormitory; you really shouldn’t be here." I nod, realizing he’s not joking this time. With a light laugh, I decide to turn back. <ul> <li>[[Leave the Men's Dormitory|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/womens_dorm_interior.jpg"/> I step into the Women's Dormitory, greeted by the warmth and vibrancy of student life. The hallways are adorned with colorful posters and the faint sound of music fills the air. Laughter and chatter spill from various rooms, creating a lively atmosphere that feels like home. As I walk down the corridor, I pass by a cozy common area where a few students are gathered, sharing stories and snacks. The inviting scent of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air, making my mouth water. I make my way to my room, number 96, feeling the familiar excitement of returning to my personal space, where I can unwind and relax. <ul> <li>[[Enter Room 96|Room 96]]</li> <li>[[Leave the Women's Dormitory|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/inside_science_library.jpg"/> I step inside the University Science Library, immediately greeted by the comforting scent of books and the soft rustle of pages turning. The library's interior is spacious and well-lit, with rows upon rows of shelves filled with scientific texts, journals, and reference materials. As I walk through the aisles, I take in the vast selection of books available. Some shelves are dedicated to biology, others to physics, chemistry, and mathematics. The sight of so much knowledge inspires a sense of wonder and curiosity. I notice a cozy reading nook tucked away in a corner, inviting me to sit down with a book. I approach a shelf and scan the titles, contemplating which one to choose for my next read. There's a wealth of information at my fingertips, waiting to be explored. <ul> <li>[[Choose a book to read|Reading Choice]]</li> <li>[[Leave the library|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/park_stroll.jpg"/> I begin my stroll through the University Public Park, feeling the soft grass beneath my feet. The sun filters through the leaves, casting playful shadows on the path as I walk. Each step is refreshing, a welcome change from the confined spaces of classrooms and dorms. As I wander, I pass groups of students engaged in various activities—some tossing a frisbee, others studying on picnic blankets spread across the lawn. The cheerful sounds of laughter and conversation create a lively backdrop, making me feel part of a larger community. I stop for a moment to admire a cluster of colorful flowers, their vibrant petals dancing in the light breeze. The scent of blossoms fills the air, and I take a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the park wash over me. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> Continuing along the winding path, I find a cozy nook under a large oak tree, perfect for people-watching or simply enjoying the beauty of nature. <ul> <li>[[Find a quiet spot to sit|University Park Quiet Spot]]</li> <li>[[Head back to the main area|University Area]]</li></ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/bench.jpg"/> I find an empty bench in the University Public Park and take a seat, allowing myself to sink into the worn wood. The sun filters through the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a dappled pattern of light and shadow across the surface. As I settle in, I close my eyes for a moment, listening to the sounds of the park. The cheerful chatter of students nearby mingles with the soft rustling of leaves, creating a symphony of nature and life. The gentle breeze carries the faint scent of flowers, invigorating my senses and refreshing my mind. I lean back, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, and let the world around me fade away for a bit. This is a rare moment of peace amidst the hustle of university life, and I relish every second of it. With each passing moment, I feel more at ease, the weight of my responsibilities slowly lifting. It's a perfect time to simply be present, taking in the beauty of the park and the joy of this serene break. <ul> <li>[[Get up and continue exploring|University Public Park]]</li> <li>[[Leave the park|University Area]]</li> </ul>

I make my way down the corridor, following the security guard’s directions, until I find the door labeled "Admissions Office." Taking a deep breath, I raise my hand and knock firmly. From behind the door, I hear a clear voice call out, "Come in." I push the door open and step inside. The office is neat and professional, with shelves of neatly stacked files and a large desk in the center. Behind the desk sits a woman, around 30 years old. She gestures for me to take a seat. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> "How can I help you today?" she asks, her tone polite but direct. "I'm considering applying to your university," I reply, taking a seat across from her. "That's wonderful to hear!" she says with a smile. "It’s always great to see new faces interested in joining us. But first, we’ll need to go through the necessary steps. Let’s start with some paperwork." She hands me a stack of forms and a pen, motioning for me to fill them out. I take my time, carefully writing down my information as she watches me work. When I finish, I hand the forms back to her, and she gives them a quick glance before nodding approvingly. "Alright, now that the paperwork is done, there are two more things you'll need to do before we can consider your application: a medical examination and the entrance exams. Once you've passed both, we’ll be able to proceed with your enrollment." "When can I take the exams?" I ask, feeling a bit nervous but determined. <<set $universityAdmissionsTalk = true>> "You can take them when you're ready. It’s important to be well-prepared. You can come back anytime once you feel confident." She gives me a reassuring smile. "As for the medical exam, you can either do it now, or if you're in a hurry, you can come back another time." <ul> <li>[[Take the medical exam now|University Medical Exam]]</li> <li>[[Leave and return another time|University Area]]</li></ul>

I make my way through the main building, following the signs that lead to the medical office. The halls are quieter here, with only the distant echo of footsteps behind me. Finally, I reach a plain door marked with a small plaque: "Medical Office." I hesitate for a moment, then knock. A couple of seconds pass before I hear a male voice from inside: "Come in." With a bit of reluctance, I turn the handle and step inside, hoping the doctor might be a woman. However, seated behind the desk is an older man, likely in his 50s, with graying hair and a stethoscope casually draped around his neck. His blue coat looks freshly pressed, and his expression is neutral, professional. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/medical_office.jpg"/> "What seems to be the problem?" he asks, glancing up from some paperwork. "Any health complaints?" "No, nothing like that," I reply, stepping closer. "I’m applying to the university, and the admissions officer said I need to undergo a medical exam." "Ah, I see. Well, you're in the right place. I handle all the medical examinations for new students." I shift slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Do you have any female doctors available?" I ask, trying to keep my tone polite. The doctor raises an eyebrow, his expression calm but slightly puzzled. "Miss, there's no need to be embarrassed. I’m a doctor, and when I look at you, I don’t see a young woman. I see a patient." "I understand, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. Are you sure there isn’t any female staff available to examine female students?" <<set $citycenterHospital = true>> His brows furrow slightly, and his tone becomes more clipped. "You know, this is starting to offend me a bit. I’ve been a medical professional for many years, and I take my job very seriously. But if you're one of those feminists or man-haters, you can always go to the city hospital instead." <ul> <li>[[Agree to the examination|Agree to Medical Exam]]</li> <li>[[Say you'll prefer to go to the city hospital|University Area]]</li> <<if $money >= 100 and !$universityDoctorBribe>><li>[[Offer a bribe|Bribe the Doctor]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Say you need to think and leave|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/medical_office.jpg"/> "Alright, fine. I don’t mind if you conduct the examination," I said, feeling a little defeated but trying to maintain my composure. My stomach churned with unease, but I forced myself to sound confident. The doctor smirked slightly, almost as if pleased with my submission. "Now that’s more like it. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal to begin with." His tone was firm but tinged with a condescending air. He handed me a medical form and a pen. "Fill this out, please. It's just a basic health questionnaire." His hand lingered on the form for a second longer than necessary, his gaze fixed on me as though waiting for any sign of hesitation. I took the form, feeling the weight of his eyes on me. My hands were a bit shaky as I sat down at a small table in the corner. I tried to focus on filling out the form as quickly as possible, my mind racing with thoughts of the examination to come. Listing out my medical history felt like a task meant to delay the inevitable. Once I finished, I handed the form back to him. He barely glanced at it before nodding. "Everything looks fine. Now, let’s proceed with the physical exam." He stood up from behind his desk, adjusting the stethoscope around his neck with an almost theatrical motion. "Please, take off your shirt." A cold wave of anxiety washed over me. My heart raced as I hesitated, searching his face for any sign of leniency. But his gaze remained steady, neutral, expectant. Swallowing my nerves, I slowly stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. The room felt colder than before, and my skin prickled in response. The doctor approached, his stethoscope already in hand, and pressed the cold metal against my chest. I flinched slightly, unable to suppress a shiver as he instructed, "Breathe in deeply." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I obeyed, drawing in long, deliberate breaths, feeling more vulnerable with each second. He moved the stethoscope around, listening carefully, his expression revealing nothing. After a moment, he stepped back, looking at me with an unyielding expression. "Now, remove your bra, please." His voice was calm, but the instruction felt invasive. "Is that really necessary?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly, hoping against hope that there might be an alternative. He frowned, his gaze hardening. "Don’t act like a child. We both have things to do, and I’m trying to get this done professionally. I need to examine your breasts to ensure everything is in order. Now, stop wasting both your time and mine." His words cut through the tension, leaving me with little choice. Letting out a quiet sigh, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, sliding it off my shoulders. The fabric fell away, leaving me feeling bare and exposed in the sterile room. Heat rose to my cheeks as I avoided his gaze, trying to focus on anything but the situation. Without missing a beat, he stepped forward and placed the stethoscope back on my chest, the metal still cold against my bare skin. His expression remained unchanged, as though this were nothing more than routine. "Now, sit down in the examination chair, please. Raise your arm above your head." I followed his instructions mechanically, moving to the gynecological chair and sitting down. My heart pounded as I raised one arm, exposing myself further. He stood beside me, his hands moving to my breasts, his touch clinical but no less uncomfortable. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "This is necessary to check for any lumps or abnormalities," he explained as his fingers pressed into my skin. His hands moved slowly, methodically, palpating each part of my chest. I tried to remain still, though my discomfort was evident in my stiff posture. His touch lingered longer than I expected, and I couldn’t help but feel every second pass like an eternity. "I need to ensure everything is normal here," he added, his voice carrying a clinical detachment. Suddenly, his hands moved to my nipples, and I instinctively flinched at the unexpected sensation. He began pressing and squeezing them between his fingers. "This is to check for any discharge or signs of sensitivity," he explained, though the touch sent a strange sensation through me, making it harder to focus on his words. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once he finished with my nipples, he stepped back briefly, only to instruct me to change positions again. "Now, lie flat on your back. I need to continue the breast examination in this position." Reluctantly, I complied, laying down on the cold, sterile surface of the examination chair. The room's air felt even colder against my bare skin as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to distance myself mentally from what was happening. He resumed the examination, his hands returning to my chest. This time, his touch felt more thorough, his fingers pressing into my skin more firmly. "This part of the examination helps me ensure there’s no tissue damage or hidden signs of illness," he said, though his explanation did little to calm the growing discomfort within me. His hands continued to move slowly over my chest, his fingers tracing every inch of my skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The doctor finished examining my chest and stepped back, glancing at me with a clinical expression. "Now, remove your shorts and shoes and lie down on the examination table," he instructed, his tone firm and unwavering. I hesitated for a moment, my body tensing with reluctance, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice. Slowly, I slid off my shorts, the fabric pooling at my feet before I stepped out of them. After kicking off my shoes and peeling off my socks, I was left standing in nothing but my underwear. Feeling my face flush, I lay down on the examination table, the cold surface beneath me sending a slight shiver up my spine. The doctor approached again, placing his hands on my stomach, his touch methodical yet impersonal as he began pressing gently on different areas. "This part of the exam is to check for any tenderness or abnormalities," he explained, his fingers moving along my abdomen. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I could feel my muscles tighten under his touch, uncomfortable with the sensation but doing my best to remain still. After finishing with my stomach, he stood up straight and looked at me. "Now, remove your underwear, please," he said, his voice carrying a tone of finality. A soft, pleading tone escaped me before I could stop myself. "Is that really necessary?" I asked, already dreading the inevitable answer. The doctor didn’t hesitate. "Yes, it’s necessary. We need a full examination," he replied, his gaze steady as if this were a completely routine request. With a resigned sigh, I slid my underwear down my legs and tossed them aside with the rest of my clothes. The vulnerability I felt in that moment was overwhelming, but I tried to push it down, knowing the exam needed to continue. "Stand up and step onto the scale," he instructed, gesturing toward a nearby set of scales with a height measurer attached. I complied, standing on the cold surface as he adjusted the height bar and recorded my weight. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Excellent. Your height and weight are perfect for a young woman," he commented, his tone bordering on approval. Once he was done, I stepped off the scale, but before I could reach for my clothes, he called me over. "Come here, I need to check your chest again," he said as he sat down on a stool. I reluctantly walked over, and without warning, his hands were back on my breasts, kneading them with firm pressure. "This is to ensure no abnormalities have developed since the initial check," he said in a way that sounded rehearsed. His hands lingered longer than I would’ve liked, but I bit my lip and endured it. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now, I need you to stretch your arms out in front of you and do some squats," he continued, stepping back. "Why squats?" I asked, feeling a little confused. "It's to check for any issues with your joints and muscle balance. Just squat down, and when you come up, do a slight hop," he explained, his tone instructive. I did as he asked, stretching my arms forward and beginning the squats. Each time I hopped up, I could feel my chest bounce lightly with the motion, which only added to my self-consciousness. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few repetitions, he finally nodded in satisfaction. "Good. That will do. Now, please lie down in the gynecological chair and place your legs on the supports," he directed. Swallowing hard, I walked over to the chair, the distinct structure making my heart race as I positioned myself, lifting my legs and resting them in the stirrups as he had instructed. My legs felt heavy and exposed as I waited for his next move. The doctor busied himself at one of the nearby medical cabinets, his back to me as I lay there, helplessly waiting for what was to come next. [[Wait for him|Agree to Medical Exam 2]]

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/medical_office.jpg"/> The thought crossed my mind—maybe I didn’t have to go through with this entire examination. Perhaps the doctor could be persuaded to skip it, for the right price. I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "What if…" I began, trying to sound casual, "I gave you $100, and you just mark down that I passed the exam?" For a second, there was silence. The doctor’s expression hardened, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious intensity that made me instantly regret the suggestion. "Don’t talk nonsense," he said sternly, crossing his arms. "I’ve taken the Hippocratic Oath, and what you’re suggesting is not only offensive but completely unacceptable." His voice carried an edge of cold professionalism, though there was no mistaking the undercurrent of irritation. "Either you undergo the examination here, or you can go to the city hospital, but don’t even start talking about money again." His tone left no room for negotiation, and I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. "Okay, okay," I said quickly, raising my hands slightly in surrender. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you." The tension in the room hung in the air as I waited for his response. The doctor’s expression softened slightly, though his gaze remained firm. He sighed before speaking again. "I’ll give you a moment to decide," he said, gesturing toward the examination table. "If you’re ready to proceed, I’m here. Otherwise, you can go." <<set $universityDoctorBribe = true>> [[Agree to the examination|Agree to Medical Exam]] [[Say that I prefer to be examined at the city hospital|University Area]] [[Say that I need to think about it and leave|University Area]]

I lay there in the gynecological chair, my legs spread in the stirrups as I waited, a feeling of unease growing within me. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally approached, holding something in his hands—a syringe-like device. "Now, I'm going to use this syringe to wash out your vagina," he said, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. "It's nothing to worry about. The solution helps cleanse the area and provides a more thorough examination. Just try to relax." I shifted slightly in the chair, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me. "Okay, I can handle it," I replied, my voice a little strained as I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was coming. The doctor squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto the syringe, spreading it over the tip before positioning himself between my legs. He gently inserted it into me, and I winced at the cold sensation of the lubricant as the syringe slid inside. "Just a bit of pressure," he murmured, more to himself than to me, as he began to release the liquid. I could feel the cool solution filling me, the sensation strange and uncomfortable. Moments later, it started to flow out of me, dripping onto the absorbent sheet below. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now, I need you to cough for me," he instructed, standing back to watch. "Like this?" I asked, coughing gently as requested. With each cough, more of the liquid drained from my body, trickling down my thighs and onto the sheet. "That’s perfect," he said, stepping back and nodding with approval. "We’re almost done with this part of the exam." After ensuring I was thoroughly rinsed, he discarded the syringe and reached for something else on the tray. "Next, I’ll need to take your temperature," he said, holding up a thermometer. I nodded and opened my mouth, expecting this to be straightforward. The doctor placed the thermometer under my tongue, and I closed my mouth around it, waiting in silence. After a moment, the doctor’s voice broke the stillness. "You know, oral temperature is not the only method," he commented, his tone casual. I blinked, not quite understanding what he meant at first. "I’m going to need you to spread your legs a little wider," he added, moving to stand between the stirrups again. A nervous knot formed in my stomach. "Wait... why do you need to do that?" I asked, my voice uncertain. "Isn’t the mouth enough?" The doctor smiled slightly, shaking his head. "There are other factors to consider, and a more accurate reading comes from checking vaginal and rectal temperatures as well. It’s standard procedure for a thorough examination," he explained, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves. "Alright... if it's necessary," I replied quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Good girl," he said approvingly. "Now, are you a virgin?" he asked, his tone almost too casual for the nature of the question. "No," I answered, feeling my cheeks flush. "Excellent," he replied with a nod, as if satisfied. "Now, let’s proceed. I’ll insert the thermometer into both your vagina and anus to ensure we get the most accurate readings." I sighed, resigned to what was about to happen. "Okay... let’s just get it over with," I said, mentally bracing myself. I reached back and took hold of my buttocks, pulling them apart to give him easier access. The doctor smeared more lubricant onto a second thermometer, carefully inserting it into my vagina. I felt the cool glass glide inside, the sensation foreign and invasive. Once that was in place, he coated the third thermometer generously with lubricant, this time positioning it at my rear. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, his tone clinical as ever. I obeyed, inhaling deeply as he slowly inserted the thermometer into my anus. The sensation of both thermometers inside me was unsettling, and I tried my best to remain still. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good. Now, just relax while the thermometers do their work," he said, stepping away from me and heading back to his desk. I lay there, feeling utterly exposed, with three thermometers lodged in different parts of my body. The minutes ticked by slowly as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for it all to be over. Finally, the doctor returned, carefully removing each thermometer one by one. He checked the readings and nodded in approval. "Everything looks perfect. Your temperature is just where it should be." After the thermometer readings, I silently hoped this would finally be over. But my relief was short-lived as the doctor gave me another instruction. "Now, please step off the gynecological chair and lie down on the examination table again," he said, motioning toward the nearby table. With a quiet sigh, I got off the chair and did as he asked, lying flat on my back. The cool surface of the table sent a shiver through me as I waited for what would come next. "Spread your legs again," the doctor instructed, his voice calm but firm. "I’m going to perform a manual vaginal examination now," he added, reaching for a pair of gloves. A knot formed in my stomach as I hesitantly spread my legs once more. "Do we really have to do this? Is it necessary?" I asked, my voice sounding small and uncertain. His demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "You know, your constant questioning is starting to offend me," he said, his expression stern. "I’m a medical professional, not some old pervert. I do this for your health, not for pleasure," he added, though he took a deep breath, his face softening a bit. "But I understand you’re uncomfortable. Let me explain why this is needed—it’s to ensure everything is functioning correctly and that there are no abnormalities inside. It’s part of the thorough examination." I bit my lip, feeling guilty for questioning him. "Okay, I get it…" I murmured, deciding not to argue further. "Good," he said, grabbing a bottle of lubricant. "This won’t take long." The doctor applied a generous amount of lubricant to his gloved fingers, and I braced myself as he slowly inserted two fingers inside me. The coldness of the lubricant and the sensation of his fingers made me wince slightly, but I remained still. His other hand pressed gently on my abdomen, feeling for any internal issues as he continued to probe me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I closed my eyes, counting the seconds in my head, hoping it would end soon. But instead of finishing, the doctor suddenly spoke again. "Alright, now I need you to turn over," he said, removing his fingers and stepping back slightly. "Get on all fours, raise your hips up. I need to check the vaginal area again in a different position." I hesitated for a moment but decided it was easier to just comply. I pushed myself up and got onto my hands and knees, arching my back slightly to lift my hips as he had asked. "Very good," he said, as I felt his hands spreading more lubricant on his gloved fingers. Without warning, he inserted his two fingers into me again, the new position making the sensation feel even more invasive. "This position helps me check things more accurately. It allows me to feel for anything unusual that might be harder to detect when you’re lying down," he explained. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I closed my eyes again, focusing on my breathing as his fingers moved inside me. Every second felt like an eternity, but eventually, he pulled them out. "Now we’ll move on to the final part of the exam," the doctor said, peeling off his gloves and reaching for a fresh pair. "I’m going to examine your anus to ensure everything is normal there as well. It's a simple procedure, and you’ll barely feel anything," he explained as he applied more lubricant to his fingers. I nodded silently, resigned to what was about to happen. I felt the cool sensation of the lubricant against my skin as the doctor’s finger pressed against my entrance. He slowly pushed his finger deep into my anus, the sudden intrusion making me tense up involuntarily. "Just relax, it’s important to check this area thoroughly," he said, his voice maintaining its professional tone as he moved his finger around, feeling for any abnormalities. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a couple of minutes, he finally withdrew his finger, wiping away the excess lubricant from my skin. "Everything looks fine. There’s nothing to worry about," he said, stepping back and discarding his gloves. I exhaled in relief, feeling my body slowly relax now that the exam seemed to be coming to an end. The doctor asked me to lie down on my back once more. I obediently complied, feeling the cool surface of the examination table against my skin. Without saying a word, he took my foot in his hands and started massaging my leg, his touch firm yet clinical. The sensation was strange, almost relaxing despite the situation. After a few moments, he reached for a small metallic instrument. I couldn’t help but ask, "What are you doing?" The doctor held up the tool for me to see. "This is a Wartenberg wheel," he explained as he began rolling it across the sensitive skin of my foot. "It’s typically used by neurologists to test nerve sensitivity, making sure there are no issues with your reflexes or responses." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I nodded silently, watching as the tiny spikes of the wheel traced lines across the soles of my feet and up my calves. The sensation was odd—light pricks on my skin that felt almost ticklish but weren’t painful. After finishing with the wheel, the doctor put it aside and picked up another metal device from the tray. His eyes met mine briefly before he spoke again. "Now, I’m going to insert this instrument into your vagina. It’s part of the final internal examination," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, holding the cold, shiny device in his gloved hand. I frowned, feeling my stomach tighten with discomfort. "I thought we were done with… those kinds of procedures," I said, my voice carrying a hint of frustration. The doctor raised an eyebrow. "This is just a medical examination, not some tragedy," he replied, a bit of irritation seeping into his voice. "Now, spread your legs again." I sighed, resigned to the process, and reluctantly spread my legs for him. He applied more lubricant to the metallic tool—it looked more like a short, thick rod than anything else—and gently inserted it into me. I winced at the coolness of the metal, my body tensing involuntarily as the doctor began to slowly move it in and out. "This helps me get a better look inside to ensure everything is healthy," he said, his voice professional as ever. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After a few minutes, he removed the device, setting it aside on the tray. "Almost done," he said, his tone signaling the end was near. I let out a small sigh of relief. "Next, I need you to provide a urine sample," he continued. "When should I bring it to you?" I asked, already eager to get out of the room. The doctor shook his head. "Why wait when you can give it right now?" he said, holding up a small plastic container. "You can urinate in this right here." I blinked in surprise. "Here? That’s a bit... awkward," I said, my face flushing with embarrassment. He sighed, clearly not in the mood for delays. "You’re wasting time. If you’re so uncomfortable, I’ll step out for a moment," he offered, already moving toward the door. "Just squat down by the table and do it like a good girl." Before I could respond, he was gone, leaving me alone in the room. I glanced at the plastic container in my hand, deciding it was better to get it over with while he wasn’t watching. I stood up, squatting down beside the examination table and positioning the container under me. Grabbing the edge of the table for balance, I began to push, feeling the warm liquid begin to fill the container. The sound of my own stream made me even more self-conscious. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\16.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> But just as I was finishing, the door opened."You’re taking too long," the doctor said flatly, barely glancing at me as he picked up some papers from his desk and left again. I quickly finished, capped the container, and set it aside. By the time the doctor returned, I had already placed the sample in the corner of the room. He picked it up and inspected it briefly. "It looks fine at first glance, but we’ll know for sure after it’s tested in the lab," he said. "Now, we’re almost finished. Just one more thing," he added, moving back to the gynecological chair. "Lie down on your side and spread your buttocks." I obeyed, glad this ordeal was nearly over. Lying on my side, I reached back and parted my cheeks as instructed. "I’m going to insert a suppository into your anus," the doctor said, applying more lubricant to his fingers. "It’s for your health, so don’t worry." I felt the smooth, rounded shape of the suppository press against my entrance before slowly sliding inside. My body tensed instinctively, but the doctor’s words reminded me to relax. "Relax your muscles," he said as he pushed the suppository deeper. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\medical_exam\17.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now, clench your buttocks to keep it in place," he instructed. I did as he asked, squeezing my muscles tightly as the foreign object settled inside me. Finally, he stepped back, peeling off his gloves. "Alright, the examination is complete. You can get dressed now," he said, much to my relief. I stood up, feeling a slight discomfort from the suppository as I began putting my clothes back on. The doctor busied himself with some notes before turning back to me. "On the surface, everything seems fine, but we’ll have the final results after we process your samples," he said. "For now, you’re free to go." As I finished dressing, the doctor smiled and wished me a good day. "Take care of yourself," he added as I finally left the examination room, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $universityMedicalExamPass = true>> [[Go away|University Main Building]]

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/hospital/hospital_inside.jpg" /> I approach the City Hospital, a modern building with large glass windows that reflect the hustle and bustle of the city around it. The exterior is painted in calming shades of blue and white, with a large red cross prominently displayed above the entrance. As I step closer, I can see the well-maintained garden surrounding the entrance, with colorful flowers and neatly trimmed hedges that offer a welcoming atmosphere amidst the urban landscape. I push through the glass doors and enter the lobby, where the sterile scent of antiseptic greets me. The interior is bright, with white walls and polished floors that gleam under the fluorescent lights. A few patients sit in the waiting area, and I notice a bulletin board filled with community announcements and health tips. <ul> <li>[[Approach the receptionist|Receptionist]]</li> <li>[[Leave the hospital|City Center]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/hospital/reception.jpg" /> I walk up to the reception desk, where a young woman in a neat uniform sits behind a computer. She looks up as I approach, her expression professional yet friendly. "Hello, how can I help you today?" she asks, her voice calm and polite. <ul> <<if !$universityMedicalExamPass>><li>[[Tell her I need a medical examination for university admission|University Medical Examination]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Say nothing and leave|City Hospital]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/citycenter/hospital/reception.jpg"/> "I'm applying to the university here in the city, and they told me I need a medical examination for admission. I could have done it at the university, but it turns out the doctor there is a man, and I'd prefer to have the exam with a female doctor." The receptionist nodded, her smile remaining warm and professional. "Yes, we do have a female doctor available who can see you now. She’s in room 304 on this floor." "Thank you," I replied, grateful for the quick arrangement. I walked down the hallway, following the signs to the correct room. The hall was quiet, and as I approached room 304, I noticed there was no queue. I knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," came a voice from inside. I opened the door and stepped into a bright, clean medical office. A blonde woman, likely in her early thirties, sat behind the desk. She looked up and smiled as I entered. "Good afternoon. What brings you here today?" she asked in a calm, friendly tone. "I'm here for a medical examination required by the university for admission. I prefer a female doctor, so I came here instead of doing it on campus," I explained. "Ah, I see. That’s no problem at all," she responded, standing up from her desk and handing me a form and pen. "Please fill out this form, and we can get started." I quickly filled out the necessary information, then handed the form back to her. She reviewed it briefly, nodding as she read through the details. <img src="img/locations/citycenter/hospital/doctor.jpg"/> "Alright, let's begin the examination." She stood up and gestured to the examination area. The doctor started by testing my vision, asking me to read letters from the eye chart. After a few moments, she smiled. "Your vision looks good overall, but let’s check how you do with corrective lenses." She handed me a pair of glasses. "Put these on. I'll let you know when you can take them off." I slipped the glasses on, waiting for her next instructions. "Now, please stand up and remove your top," she said, her tone remaining professional and composed. <ul> <li>[[Stand up and remove my top|University Medical Examination 2]]</li> </ul>

I stood up from the chair, feeling a slight unease in the air. The room had a sterile scent, and I noticed the faint hum of the air conditioning. I walked over to the coat rack by the door, slowly removing my top. My fingers hesitated briefly before pulling the fabric over my head, and I neatly hung it on the hook. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me more aware of the moment. The doctor approached me, her expression calm but professional. She gently pressed the stethoscope against my chest, its cold surface sending a shiver through me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Breathe in deeply for me," she instructed, her voice steady and reassuring. I took a deep breath, feeling the sensation of the stethoscope on my skin as my lungs expanded. After a few moments, she nodded and gestured toward my bra. "Now, go ahead and remove your bra. We'll continue the examination," she said, stepping back to give me some space. I unclasped my bra, feeling a little exposed as I placed it on the hanger alongside my top. The doctor moved around me, her stethoscope now pressed against my back. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Breathe in again, and out," she murmured as she listened attentively. Once she was done, she asked me to lift my arms. "Put your hands behind your head," she instructed, her tone gentle but firm. I complied, raising my arms and clasping my hands behind my head. The doctor’s hands brushed against my sides as she examined me from behind, her touch methodical and precise. "This is part of the standard breast examination. I'm just checking for any abnormalities," she explained, her fingers carefully pressing against my skin. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After the brief check, she stepped back and gave me a quick nod. "Now, please remove your skirt and shoes. You can lie down on the examination table," she said, pointing to the cushioned surface nearby. I slipped off my skirt and shoes, placing them aside as I moved to the table. Left in only my panties, I lay down, the cool material of the table making my skin tingle. The doctor approached once more, this time gently pulling down my panties just enough to expose my lower abdomen. "I'm going to check your abdomen now. Let me know if you feel any discomfort," she said as her hands pressed gently against my stomach, her movements careful and professional. As her hands moved across my body, she explained the process. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "This helps me ensure everything feels as it should. No unusual lumps or tenderness." Once she finished, she looked at me with a calm expression. "You’ll need to take off your panties now," she said softly. I hesitated briefly but nodded, lifting my hips slightly as she pulled the waistband of my panties down and off. The vulnerability of the situation hung in the air, but her professionalism made me feel a little more at ease. She then gently lifted my foot, her fingers wrapping around it with practiced care. "I’m just going to check your reflexes now," she said, giving my foot a soft massage before tapping it lightly with a small reflex hammer. I felt the light tap on my soles as she explained each step. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "This is just to make sure everything is functioning normally," she added, her focus on the task at hand. Throughout the process, I tried to stay calm, keeping my breathing steady. "Is everything alright so far?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness. The doctor gave me a reassuring smile. "Everything seems fine so far. You're doing great. We'll finish up shortly," she replied, continuing with her examination. The doctor finished examining my feet and reflexes before looking up at me with a calm, professional smile. "Now, please stand up and step onto the scale. I'll check your height and weight," she instructed, gesturing toward the equipment in the corner of the room. I stood up and walked over, positioning myself on the scale. The cool metal felt slightly uncomfortable under my bare feet. As I stood still, she adjusted the height rod to measure me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "You have excellent measurements," she commented, making a quick note on her clipboard. "Perfect for a young woman." I blushed slightly but smiled at the compliment, watching as she noted my weight as well. After she was done, she nodded in satisfaction. "Now, I'd like you to do a few squats and then some jumps. Raise your arms above your head when you jump," she said, demonstrating the movement briefly. "This is to check your overall flexibility and coordination." I nodded, following her instructions. I squatted a few times, feeling the stretch in my thighs, and then began to jump. With each jump, my small breasts bounced along with me, adding a slight awkwardness to the exercise. But I did my best to stay focused. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Very good," she remarked, watching closely as I completed the set. "Everything seems normal." "You can take off your glasses now." I carefully handed her my glasses, and she examined me before saying, "Your vision is perfectly fine." Once the small fitness test was done, she gestured toward the examination table again. "Now, please lie down on your side. I'm going to give you an enema to prepare for the next part of the examination," she explained, her tone professional but direct. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit anxious, but eventually complied, lying down on my side as instructed. My heart raced as I felt the cool surface of the examination table beneath me. "Spread your buttocks for me," she said softly. With one hand, I nervously spread my cheeks. The doctor approached with a large syringe connected to a thin hose, the tip already coated in lubricant. She brought it closer to me. "Relax as much as you can. This will be a little uncomfortable, but it won't take long," she reassured me, her voice steady. I felt the cold tip press against my entrance before it slowly slid inside. I gasped softly, trying my best to relax as she inserted the hose deeper. "There we go," she said, gently squeezing the syringe and starting to fill me with warm water. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As the liquid began to flow into me, a strange fullness built up in my abdomen. It felt like I was being filled to the brim. Finally, she stopped, carefully pulling the hose out of me. "Alright, you're all set. The bathroom is over there," she said, pointing to the door in the corner of the room. "Take your time, and come back once you're done." I got up slowly, feeling the pressure in my stomach as I made my way to the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind me as I did what I needed to do. Once finished, I returned to the examination room. "Did everything go smoothly?" the doctor asked as I entered. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, feeling slightly flushed. "Good. Now, please take a seat in the gynecological chair and place your legs on the stirrups," she instructed, motioning toward the chair with leg supports. I approached the chair and carefully positioned myself, spreading my legs and placing them into the stirrups as she had instructed. My knees bent, exposing me completely in the vulnerable position. The doctor approached with a bulb syringe in her hand. "I'm going to use this to clean you out a little. It will feel strange, but it's necessary for the examination," she explained. She applied more lubricant to the tip and then gently inserted it into my vagina. I felt a cold sensation as the liquid began to fill me. After a moment, the water started to leak out, trickling down onto the chair. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Now, cough for me," she instructed. I cleared my throat and coughed lightly, feeling the last of the water pour out of me. "Perfect," she said with a satisfied nod. "You're all cleaned up. Let's continue with the rest of the examination." The doctor stood by the examination table, her expression calm as she spoke. "Now, I'll need to take your temperature," she said, before walking over to her desk. When she returned, I saw that she had three thermometers in her hands. "Three?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Yes," she smiled slightly, clearly expecting the question. "One for your mouth, one for your vagina, and one for your anus. It helps me get the most accurate reading from different parts of your body." I sighed quietly but nodded, deciding to go along with the process. "Alright... let's get this over with," I muttered. "Spread your legs a bit wider, please," she instructed, her tone professional. I shifted on the examination table, widening the gap between my thighs as she prepared the first thermometer. Without hesitation, she slid it into my vagina, the cool glass sending a slight shiver through me. Then, after coating the second thermometer generously with lubricant, she gently pressed it against my anus. "Relax," she said softly as she eased it inside, her tone calming. "It’ll be over soon."I took a deep breath, trying to relax as much as possible as the thermometer slid deeper. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Finally, with the third thermometer in hand, she looked at me with a playful glint in her eye. "Now, open wide," she said, bringing the thermometer to my lips. As I opened my mouth, she added with a teasing smile, "Don’t worry, I always clean them after every patient." I couldn’t help but roll my eyes slightly as she inserted the thermometer into my mouth. She stepped back toward her desk, leaving me to lie there while the thermometers did their job. "Just relax for a few minutes while your temperature is taken," she said, turning back to her paperwork. After what felt like an eternity, though it was likely only a few minutes, the doctor returned. She began removing the thermometers, starting with the one from my mouth, followed by the thermometer from my vagina, and finally the one from my anus. "Everything looks fine," she said after checking the readings. "Your temperature is normal." I breathed a small sigh of relief as she set the instruments aside. "Now, I need to examine your vagina more closely," she continued, retrieving a speculum from her tray. "This might feel uncomfortable, but it’s necessary." I nodded silently, trying to relax as she carefully positioned the metal speculum at my entrance. Slowly, she inserted it into my vagina, the cold metal making me wince slightly. With practiced ease, she adjusted it, opening me up for the examination. "I'm just going to take a swab now," she explained, as she carefully took a sample from inside. Afterward, she took out a small flashlight, shining it inside me. "Everything looks great at first glance." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once she finished, she gently removed the speculum and set it aside. "Alright, you can get off the chair now," she said, offering her hand to help me stand. "Please lie down on the examination table and spread your legs again." I did as she asked, lying back on the table and positioning myself as instructed. She snapped on a pair of fresh gloves and coated her fingers in lubricant. "I'm going to insert two fingers into your vagina now to check your pelvic muscles and overall health. Don’t worry, it’ll only take a moment," she explained, her fingers gently probing. I flinched slightly as her fingers entered me, feeling them carefully move inside. She began pressing on my abdomen with her other hand, massaging and pressing to check for any irregularities. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Everything feels fine so far," she said reassuringly as she continued. After a few more moments of examination, she slowly withdrew her fingers and reached for a metal instrument. It was larger than I expected, and I couldn’t help but tense slightly. "What’s that for?" I asked, eyeing it warily. "This is to get a deeper look," she said, offering a gentle smile. "It will allow me to see inside your vagina with more detail." Reluctantly, I spread my legs wider as she positioned the metal device at my entrance. It felt cold as it slid inside me, almost uncomfortably so. She adjusted it carefully, moving it in and out with steady movements. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Don’t worry, everything’s fine," she reassured me as she worked. "This is perfectly normal, and it’s important to ensure your health." A cord connected the instrument to her laptop, and I glanced at the screen, noticing a detailed view of my insides being projected. "I’m just making sure there’s nothing unusual," she explained as she continued. "Everything looks great so far." Finally, after a few more moments, she removed the instrument and smiled at me. "All done," she said softly. "You did great." The doctor wiped her hands clean and looked at me with a reassuring smile. "We're almost done now," she said. "I just need you to get on all fours on the examination table." I nodded obediently and shifted onto my hands and knees, feeling the cool air brush against my exposed skin. The soft padding of the table pressed against my chest as I settled into position. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, and it sent a slight shiver down my spine. "Now, I'm going to examine your anus," she said calmly, snapping on another pair of gloves. "I'll start with my finger to make sure everything is normal." She coated her index finger with lubricant, the cool gel glistening under the examination light. With slow, deliberate care, she placed her hand on my lower back and gently pressed her finger against my entrance. "Try to relax," she said softly. "This won’t hurt, but it might feel a little strange." I exhaled slowly as her finger began to slip inside me, the slickness of the lubricant making the sensation smoother. She moved carefully, easing her finger deeper into my tightness, before pulling it back out again. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\14.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "I'm just making sure everything feels normal," she explained, her finger slowly entering and exiting my body. "This is part of the routine check." The gentle rhythm of her movements made me tense at first, but as the minutes passed, I noticed a strange, almost pleasurable sensation building with each thrust of her finger. I tried to push the feeling aside, but it was impossible to ignore entirely. After a few more moments, she withdrew her finger and wiped her hands on a nearby cloth. "That part's done," she said, her tone soothing. "Now, please lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me." I did as she asked, lying down on the soft surface of the table. My legs parted, and I used my hands to pull my buttocks apart, exposing myself fully to her. "Good," she said, preparing something on the tray beside her. "Now, I'm going to insert a suppository into your anus." I felt a chill as she brought the small, rounded object toward me. The lubricant-covered tablet felt foreign as it pressed against my entrance. I tensed instinctively, but she placed a hand on my thigh, gently encouraging me to relax. "It’s okay," she said softly. "Just relax and let your body accept it." As her finger pressed the suppository deeper into me, I felt my muscles resist momentarily before giving way. The sensation of the object being inserted was unusual, and I couldn’t help but wince slightly as she pushed it in further. "Almost there," she reassured me, pressing her finger fully inside. "I need to make sure it’s in deep enough to be effective." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\citycenter\hospital\medical_exam\15.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a final push, she removed her finger and gave me a soft smile. "Now, squeeze your buttocks tightly," she instructed. "This will keep the suppository from slipping out." I did as she said, clenching my muscles tightly to hold it in place. The sensation was strange, a slight discomfort lingering from the examination. "You're doing great," she said, stepping back. "You can get dressed now." I sat up from the table, feeling a bit awkward as I moved to gather my clothes. As I pulled my top over my head and adjusted my skirt, she continued. "Overall, everything seems fine," she said, her tone professional but kind. "But we’ll know for sure once we get the results of your tests back." She handed me a piece of paper. "I’ll send your examination results to the university, so there’s no need for you to come back in unless we find something abnormal." I nodded, relieved to hear that the examination was over. Once fully dressed, I gave her a polite smile. "Thank you, doctor," I said. "Take care of yourself," she replied warmly. "Have a great day." With that, I exited the examination room, still feeling the lingering sensation of the suppository as I walked away. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $universityMedicalExamPass = true>> [[Go away|City Hospital]]

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/security_guard.jpg"/> I approached the security guard standing at the entrance of the university, my heart racing with anticipation. "I’m here for the entrance exam," I said, trying to sound confident. He looked up from his desk, recognition flickering in his eyes. "Ah, yes! I remember you," he replied with a nod. "Good luck in there." With a wave of his hand, he motioned for me to pass, and I stepped inside the university, the familiar scent of polished wood and old books filling my senses. I made my way to the admissions office, my footsteps echoing in the corridor. The walls were adorned with framed photographs of past students, their smiles frozen in time. I reached the door to the admissions office and knocked gently. "Come in," a voice called from inside. I pushed the door open and entered, taking a seat at the desk of the woman I had spoken with previously about my application. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> "You’re here for the exam, I see," she said, a warm smile spreading across her face as she looked up from her papers. "Yes, that’s right," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. She leaned back slightly in her chair, her expression shifting to one of curiosity. "Have you prepared well? Are you ready for the exam?" I felt a moment of uncertainty wash over me. I could either confidently say I was prepared or admit that I needed more time to study. [[Say that I'm ready|Ready for the Exam]] <<link "Say that I need more preparation" "University Area">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination as I looked at her. "I’m ready for the exam," I said confidently. The woman smiled approvingly. "That’s great to hear! Confidence is key." She gestured toward a small table in the corner of the room, bathed in natural light from the window. "Please, have a seat here." I walked over and settled into the chair, the wooden surface cool beneath my palms. She approached with a stack of test papers and a sleek pen. "Here are your test materials. I hope you do well. Just take your time and remember to breathe." She handed me the papers, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. "Thank you," I replied, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside me. I felt the weight of the moment settle over me. As she returned to her desk, I looked down at the blank test sheets, anticipation coursing through me. I picked up the pen, gripping it firmly, and prepared to begin the exam. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, ready to face the challenge ahead. <ul> <li>[[Start the Exam|Begin Exam]]</li> <<if $corruption >= 15 or $rebelAbility and $inventory.includes("Smartphone")>><li>[[Cheat on the Exam|Cheat Exam]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/><<set $correctAnswers = 0>><<set $totalQuestions = 15>> Question 1: What is the capital of France? <<link "A) Lyon">> <<goto "Exam 2">> <</link>> <<link "B) Marseille">> <<goto "Exam 2">> <</link>> <<link "C) Paris">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 2">> <</link>> <<link "D) Toulouse">> <<goto "Exam 2">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> As I pondered the question, a memory surfaced from my studies. "I’m pretty sure the capital of France is C) Paris," I thought confidently, recalling the iconic Eiffel Tower and the bustling streets of the city. <</if>>

I finished the exam, my mind racing with the adrenaline of the challenge. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my answer sheet filled with responses and stood up from the table. I walked over to the woman, who was now reviewing other papers at her desk. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> As I approached, I handed her the answer sheet, my hands slightly trembling with anticipation. She glanced at me, a reassuring smile on her face. "Thank you. Please wait a moment while I check everything," she said, taking the sheet and flipping through my answers. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> The room was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of paper and the ticking of a clock on the wall. I could feel the weight of her gaze as she scrutinized my answers, and I couldn't help but replay the questions in my mind, hoping I had chosen wisely. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she looked up at me, her expression thoughtful. "You answered $correctAnswers out of 15 questions correctly," she announced, her voice steady. <<if $correctAnswers < 10>> Her brow furrowed slightly, and she sighed. "It seems you weren't well-prepared for this exam. If you want to enroll, you'll need to come back and retake it." I felt a pang of disappointment at her words. "Make sure to study harder next time," she added, offering a gentle nod. I forced a smile and nodded in return, realizing I would need to put in more effort. With that, I turned and left the admissions office, the weight of my performance lingering in my thoughts. <<link "Go away" "University Area">> <</link>> <<else>> Her eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and approval. "Congratulations! You did an excellent job! You've passed the exam!" she said with enthusiasm. "Now, if you've already completed your medical examination, please come back tomorrow." I felt a surge of relief and excitement. "Thank you so much!" I replied, my heart racing with joy. "If you haven't completed the medical exam yet, make sure to do that first before returning to me," she advised, her tone encouraging. I thanked her once more, my spirits lifted, and exited the admissions office, ready to take the next steps toward my future. <<set $universityTestExamPass = true>><<set $universityExamDayCount = $dayNumber>> <<link "Go away" "University Area">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 2: Which of the following cities is known for its annual film festival, held every May? <<link "A) Cannes">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 3">> <</link>> <<link "B) Lyon">> <<goto "Exam 3">> <</link>> <<link "C) Bordeaux">> <<goto "Exam 3">> <</link>> <<link "D) Lille">> <<goto "Exam 3">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> I paused for a moment, recalling the information I had studied. "I think the answer is A) Cannes. It's famous for its film festival in May," I thought, feeling confident in my choice. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 3: Which historical event is commonly referred to as the "shot heard 'round the world"? <<link "A) The signing of the Declaration of Independence">> <<goto "Exam 4">> <</link>> <<link "B) The start of the American Revolutionary War">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 4">> <</link>> <<link "C) The fall of the Berlin Wall">> <<goto "Exam 4">> <</link>> <<link "D) The start of World War I">> <<goto "Exam 4">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the options, a clear moment of clarity hit me. "I remember studying this; the 'shot heard 'round the world' refers to the start of the American Revolutionary War," I thought, feeling confident in my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 4: Who was the first Emperor of Rome? <<link "A) Julius Caesar">> <<goto "Exam 5">> <</link>> <<link "B) Augustus">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 5">> <</link>> <<link "C) Nero">> <<goto "Exam 5">> <</link>> <<link "D) Tiberius">> <<goto "Exam 5">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> As I pondered the options, I felt a sense of familiarity wash over me. "I distinctly remember learning that Augustus was the first Emperor of Rome," I thought, my confidence bolstered by my studies. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 5: What is the primary function of the ribosomes in a cell? <<link "A) Energy production">> <<goto "Exam 6">> <</link>> <<link "B) Protein synthesis">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 6">> <</link>> <<link "C) DNA replication">> <<goto "Exam 6">> <</link>> <<link "D) Cellular respiration">> <<goto "Exam 6">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the functions of various cell organelles, I recalled that "ribosomes are crucial for protein synthesis," reinforcing my understanding of cellular biology. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 6: In cellular respiration, what is the primary role of the electron transport chain? <<link "A) To produce glucose">> <<goto "Exam 7">> <</link>> <<link "B) To generate ATP through oxidative phosphorylation">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 7">> <</link>> <<link "C) To convert pyruvate into lactate">> <<goto "Exam 7">> <</link>> <<link "D) To facilitate glycolysis">> <<goto "Exam 7">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> Reflecting on cellular respiration, I confidently thought, "the electron transport chain is essential for generating ATP through oxidative phosphorylation," a key concept in my studies. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 7: Which of the following elements has the highest electronegativity value on the Pauling scale? <<link "A) Oxygen (O)">> <<goto "Exam 8">> <</link>> <<link "B) Fluorine (F)">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 8">> <</link>> <<link "C) Chlorine (Cl)">> <<goto "Exam 8">> <</link>> <<link "D) Nitrogen (N)">> <<goto "Exam 8">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> As I pondered the options, I recalled, "Fluorine has the highest electronegativity value on the Pauling scale," a detail I had studied thoroughly. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 11: What is the principle that states that the pressure in a fluid decreases as the fluid's velocity increases? <<link "A) Pascal's Principle">> <<goto "Exam 12">> <</link>> <<link "B) Archimedes' Principle">> <<goto "Exam 12">> <</link>> <<link "C) Bernoulli's Principle">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 12">> <</link>> <<link "D) Newton's Law of Cooling">> <<goto "Exam 12">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $scienceAbility>> I paused, remembering the fluid dynamics we had studied. "Bernoulli's Principle," I thought. It was the one that explained how faster-moving fluids create areas of lower pressure. "That's why airplanes can fly," I mused as I selected the answer confidently. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 12: What is the term used to describe the phenomenon where a substance changes from a liquid to a gas at temperatures below its boiling point? <<link "A) Sublimation">> <<goto "Exam 13">> <</link>> <<link "B) Evaporation">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 13">> <</link>> <<link "C) Condensation">> <<goto "Exam 13">> <</link>> <<link "D) Boiling">> <<goto "Exam 13">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $scienceAbility>> I thought back to the lessons on phase changes. "Evaporation happens below the boiling point," I reminded myself. "It's a slow process, like when water disappears from a puddle on a cool day." Feeling confident, I chose my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 8: Which of the following statements correctly describes a property of alkali metals? <<link "A) They have a high melting point and are very hard.">> <<goto "Exam 9">> <</link>> <<link "B) They are highly reactive and can easily lose one electron.">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 9">> <</link>> <<link "C) They are all gases at room temperature.">> <<goto "Exam 9">> <</link>> <<link "D) They are found in nature as free elements.">> <<goto "Exam 9">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> I reflected on what I had studied in chemistry class: "Alkali metals are indeed highly reactive and easily lose one electron," I recalled, feeling confident in my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 13: What is the phenomenon called when two waves of the same frequency interfere with each other, resulting in a decrease in amplitude? <<link "A) Constructive Interference">> <<goto "Exam 14">> <</link>> <<link "B) Destructive Interference">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 14">> <</link>> <<link "C) Refraction">> <<goto "Exam 14">> <</link>> <<link "D) Diffraction">> <<goto "Exam 14">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $scienceAbility>> As I recalled the lesson on wave interactions, the answer became clear. "Destructive interference reduces the amplitude when two opposite waves meet," I thought. "It's the opposite of constructive interference." <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 14: Which of the following novels is considered the first work of science fiction? <<link "A) 1984 by George Orwell">> <<goto "Exam 15">> <</link>> <<link "B) Brave New World by Aldous Huxley">> <<goto "Exam 15">> <</link>> <<link "C) The Time Machine by H.G. Wells">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 15">> <</link>> <<link "D) Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury">> <<goto "Exam 15">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> I paused for a moment, my mind sifting through titles. "Wells’ *The Time Machine* marked the true beginning of science fiction," I reminded myself confidently. "It explored time travel and the impact of science on society long before the others." <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 10: What is the sum of the interior angles of a hexagon? <<link "A) 720 degrees">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 11">> <</link>> <<link "B) 540 degrees">> <<goto "Exam 11">> <</link>> <<link "C) 360 degrees">> <<goto "Exam 11">> <</link>> <<link "D) 900 degrees">> <<goto "Exam 11">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $mathAbility>> As I considered the options, I quickly recalled the formula for finding the sum of interior angles in polygons: "(n-2) * 180," where n is the number of sides. "A hexagon has 6 sides, so it's (6-2) * 180 = 720 degrees." Confident in my answer, I selected it. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 9: In the context of computer networking, what does the acronym TCP stand for? <<link "A) Transmission Control Protocol">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Exam 10">> <</link>> <<link "B) Transfer Communication Protocol">> <<goto "Exam 10">> <</link>> <<link "C) Telecommunication Connection Protocol">> <<goto "Exam 10">> <</link>> <<link "D) Technical Control Protocol">> <<goto "Exam 10">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $techSavvyAbility>> I paused, recalling my computer networking studies. "TCP stands for Transmission Control Protocol," I thought, knowing this was a fundamental concept in network communications. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> Question 15: What is the term for the phenomenon where sexual arousal and orgasm are influenced by the presence of specific scents, often related to pheromones? <<link "A) Olfactory arousal">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Finish Exam">> <</link>> <<link "B) Hormonal response">> <<goto "Finish Exam">> <</link>> <<link "C) Sexual conditioning">> <<goto "Finish Exam">> <</link>> <<link "D) Sexual dimorphism">> <<goto "Finish Exam">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 15 or $bookwormAbility>> I hesitated slightly, then smiled as the answer became clear. "Olfactory arousal is the key," I thought. "Scent has a profound connection to sexual response, especially when linked to pheromones." <</if>>

I approached the security guard stationed at the university entrance, and he regarded me with a quick, silent nod, allowing me to pass without uttering a word. Feeling a rush of excitement, I made my way through the bustling hallway, my footsteps echoing against the polished floors as I headed toward the admissions office. Upon reaching the door, I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I knocked gently, and a warm voice called from within, "Come in!" I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was bright and inviting, filled with shelves lined with brochures and information packets. A large window let in the golden light of the sun, casting a cozy glow over the space. I settled into a chair at the small desk where the woman who had administered my exam was seated. She looked up from her papers, her expression shifting from serious to welcoming. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> "Congratulations! You’ve passed the exam, and the health check confirmed that everything is in order. You’re officially accepted into the university!" A wave of relief washed over me as her words sank in. "Thank you so much!" I replied, my heart racing with anticipation for what lay ahead. She continued, "Since you’re from out of town, you’re entitled to a room in the women’s dormitory on campus." With a smile, she handed me a key, the number “96” engraved on its tag. "This will be your new home. I hope you’ll find it comfortable." I looked at the key, imagining my new life in the dorm. "What’s the dorm like?" I asked, curious. "It’s a cozy place, filled with other students just like you. You'll make friends in no time!" she assured me. She then explained, "Classes are held from Monday to Friday, and attendance is strongly encouraged. Here’s your Campus Card." She handed me a small plastic card, adorned with the university’s logo. "Make sure to keep this safe; it grants you access to all university facilities, including the library and sports complex." I examined the card, feeling its weight in my hand. "Thank you! I’ll take good care of it." "You can check your class schedule on the university’s website," she added. "If you have any questions or need further clarification, feel free to reach out to me, or any member of the staff or student body." After exchanging a few more polite words, we shared a smile. I stood up, a newfound sense of purpose igniting within me. As I left the admissions office, I felt the weight of anticipation and excitement for my new journey at the university ahead. Stepping out into the vibrant campus, I couldn't help but imagine all the new experiences waiting for me. <<set $universityAdmission = true>> [[Go away|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam.jpg"/> I glanced around the room, ensuring no one was watching. The tension in my chest urged me forward as I made a quick decision: I would cheat on the exam. With a swift motion, I discreetly retrieved my phone from my pocket, the cool surface feeling reassuring in my hand. I opened the browser and began searching for answers to the questions I was uncertain about, my heart racing with each tap. As I scrolled through the information, I quickly jotted down the correct answers. The thrill of deception heightened my senses, but I remained focused. My fingers danced over the screen, typing in keywords related to the exam topics. I was surprised at how easily the information flowed to me. Once I felt confident I had all the answers, I put my phone away and took a moment to breathe. I glanced at the clock, calculating how much longer I could linger at the table without raising suspicion. I scribbled down my answers with purpose, making sure to take my time, wanting to appear deep in thought rather than rushing through the exam. After what felt like an eternity, I finally stood up from the chair, the weight of the paper in my hand feeling strangely light. With a satisfied smile, I placed my answer sheet on the desk in front of the woman, who looked up at me with a curious expression. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> "I’ll check this right now," she said, picking up the test papers and glancing over them. I watched her as she flipped through the pages, her brow furrowing slightly. Minutes passed, and the silence was almost palpable. My heart raced with anticipation and a tinge of guilt, but I was too exhilarated by my success to dwell on it. Finally, she looked back at me, a broad smile spreading across her face. "Congratulations! You answered all the questions correctly!" The pride in her voice was palpable, and it fueled my confidence even more. With a hint of audacity, I replied, "That was too easy," a playful smirk on my lips. Her eyes widened slightly, and she chuckled softly, a strange smile dancing on her face. "I’m not surprised. You clearly have a knack for this." She paused for a moment, then added, "Be sure to come back tomorrow to the university. If you’ve completed your medical examination, we can proceed. If not, make sure to take care of that first before coming to see me." I nodded, my heart swelling with a mix of triumph and excitement. As I turned to leave the admissions office, I felt a surge of exhilaration at what I had accomplished. The world outside felt brighter as I stepped into the hallway, my mind buzzing with possibilities and a newfound sense of confidence. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $corruption += 1>><<set $universityExamDayCount = $dayNumber>><<set $universityTestExamCheat = true>><<set $universityTestExamPass = true>> <<link "Go away" "University Area">> <</link>>

I still felt the smug satisfaction of cheating my way through the exam. Confident that no one had noticed anything suspicious, I approached the university entrance. The security guard, standing at his usual post, glanced at me but didn't say a word, simply allowing me to pass without any trouble. With steady steps, I made my way to the admissions office. Once there, I knocked lightly on the door. From inside, I heard a calm voice say, "Come in." Opening the door, I walked in and sat across from the woman who had overseen my exam earlier. Her expression was professional, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/admissions_office.jpg"/> "Well," she began, "the medical check showed that you're in perfect health, so no issues there. However," she paused briefly, "the rector has raised some questions regarding your exam." I felt my heart skip a beat. "What questions?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. "I passed the exam flawlessly. I answered every question correctly." The woman gave a small shrug. "I'm not exactly sure," she admitted. "It could be nothing. Maybe the rector simply wants to personally congratulate such a brilliant student. But," she added with a faint smile, "I’m supposed to escort you to the rector’s office now." Standing up, she motioned for me to follow her. We made our way up to the second floor of the university, the echo of our footsteps filling the quiet corridor. After a short walk, we arrived at the rector's office. She opened the door slightly, stepping in to announce my arrival, then exited the room a minute later, turning to me. "The rector is ready for you now," she said, stepping aside to let me through. <ul> <li>[[Enter the rector's office|Rector's Office]]</li> </ul>

I stepped into the rector’s office, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Behind the large wooden desk sat a man in his forties, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His gaze was sharp, and as I approached, he stood up and offered a warm yet calculated smile. "Ah, so you must be the brilliant future student I’ve been hearing about," he greeted me, his voice smooth yet holding a hint of sarcasm. I raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. "Oh, come on, the test wasn’t exactly difficult," I replied nonchalantly. He gestured for me to take a seat across from him at the desk. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> Once I was seated, I decided to cut to the chase. "So, is this meeting about my enrollment?" I asked boldly, a bit of defiance creeping into my tone. The rector's smile faded as he leaned forward slightly. "Let’s stop pretending, shall we?" he said, his voice now cold. "I know exactly what you did. You’re just a brazen kid who cheated on the exam." I felt my stomach drop, but before I could defend myself, he silenced me with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Spare me the excuses," he snapped. "Fortunately for you, I believe in giving people second chances." He leaned back in his chair, a calculating glint in his eyes. "Here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and retake the exam in front of me. If you manage to complete it perfectly again, we’ll chalk up your previous dishonesty to nerves. You’ll be admitted to the university, and we’ll forget this ever happened." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "However, if you fail, you’ll be permanently barred from entering this institution." I swallowed hard, the gravity of his ultimatum weighing on me. But before I could respond, he leaned forward again, his gaze narrowing. "Of course, if you’re not confident in your ability to pass, I could offer you an... alternative route for admission." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, unsure of what he meant. "What kind of alternative?" I asked hesitantly. A predatory smile crept across his face. "Simple," he replied. "I’ll fuck you right here in this office, and you’ll be admitted. But let’s be clear—this doesn’t mean you’ll get any special treatment during your time here. If you fail any future exams or don’t meet our academic standards, you’ll be expelled just like anyone else." His proposition hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. I knew I had to make a decision. <ul> <li>[[I’ll take the exam again|Take the exam again]]</li> <li>[[I’ll choose the alternative route|University Alternate Exam]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> I took a deep breath, gathering my confidence before speaking up to the rector. "I’m sure of my abilities," I declared, trying to keep my voice steady. "What I did during the last exam was a foolish mistake. This time, I'm ready to take the exam honestly." The rector raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “That sounds rather self-assured,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But if you truly believe in yourself, then I’m open to giving you another chance. Who knows? You might just be smarter than you seem.” With that, he gestured towards a table near the window. “Please, take a seat.” I walked over and settled into the chair, feeling the cool breeze from the open window brushing against my skin. He placed a blank answer sheet and a pen in front of me. “Here’s your test. I wish you luck,” he said, a sly smile playing on his lips. I picked up the pen, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and determination. This time, I wouldn’t let myself down. I glanced at the questions on the paper, my mind racing as I prepared to prove my worth. Each tick of the clock echoed in the room, amplifying my focus as I prepared to dive into the exam again. <ul><li><<link "Start the exam" "Start the exam">> <</link>></li></ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options, but ultimately I made my decision. "I’ll take the alternative route," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart raced in my chest. A smug smirk crept across the rector’s face as he leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased with my choice. "So, you’re not the brilliant student everyone thought you were. Just another dumb whore, huh?" he sneered, his words biting into me. I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but his degrading tone was hard to ignore. He continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "Well, maybe there’s still hope for you. If you ever decide to change, we have excellent professors here. If you’re willing, they can teach you something more valuable than just spreading your legs to get what you want." I felt a flush of humiliation creeping over me, but I held my head high, determined not to show him any more vulnerability. "Can we just get this over with?" I asked quietly, wanting this ordeal to end. The rector’s expression turned serious as he stood up from behind his desk. "Very well. It’s time for your enrollment procedure." His voice was calm, almost businesslike, as though what was about to happen was just another step in the process. He gestured for me to stand, and I did, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. "Sit in my chair," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I swallowed hard and walked around his desk, settling myself into the large leather chair. The material was cold against my skin, and the weight of the moment pressed down on me. He stepped to my side, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. As he unzipped his pants, he placed a firm hand on the back of my head. "Time to get to work," he said, his voice low and commanding. Before I could react, he applied pressure, pushing my head down toward his exposed cock. My heart pounded in my ears as I opened my mouth, the taste of humiliation bitter on my tongue. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my movements clumsy at first as I began awkwardly sucking him off, his hand guiding me in a rhythm I struggled to keep up with. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As I continued sucking, I felt the rector’s hand slip beneath my blouse, his fingers making their way under my bra. His touch was rough, unkind, as he began groping my breast. "Hmph, it’s a bit small," he muttered dismissively, his voice filled with disdain. I froze for a brief moment, his words stinging more than I expected. Pulling his cock from my mouth, I shot him a glance, unsure whether to respond. But before I could say anything, his hand tightened on my chest. "I didn’t tell you to stop," he said sharply, his tone brooking no argument. My heart skipped a beat, and without a word, I obediently returned to the task, sliding my lips back over him. His grip on my breast remained firm, squeezing and kneading as I bobbed my head up and down in a steady rhythm. The taste of him filled my mouth, and each movement felt more degrading than the last. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> After what felt like an eternity, he withdrew his hand from beneath my blouse, leaving me briefly relieved, but it didn’t last. His hand found its place around my throat, gripping it firmly but not too tight. Yet the message was clear: he was in control. Without warning, he began thrusting faster, driving his cock deep into my throat with forceful strokes. I struggled to keep up, gagging slightly as he pushed in further than before. His pace was relentless, barely giving me a moment to breathe between thrusts. "That’s it," he growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Take it all in, like the good little slut you are." Each rough thrust was accompanied by his degrading commentary, his hand pressing harder against my neck as he used me for his own pleasure. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation, but there was nothing I could do but comply, letting him drive himself deeper into my mouth, over and over again. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a wet, slurping sound, he pulled his cock from my mouth, wiping it casually on my lips as if to emphasize my submission. "So, you’ve got a small chest, huh?" he sneered, his eyes looking me over with a mixture of disdain and lust. "Let’s hope your pussy makes up for it." His words stung, but I remained silent, my heart pounding as he grabbed the hem of my skirt and forcefully yanked it up around my waist. I felt the cool air against my skin as he roughly pushed my panties aside, exposing me completely. Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into my slit, his pace immediately fast and aggressive. I gasped involuntarily, the sudden intrusion catching me off guard. "Not bad," he muttered, his fingers pumping in and out of me with practiced ease. "Your pussy’s tight, at least." His words were degrading, but the way he moved his fingers made my body react against my will. Despite the humiliation, a wave of pleasure began to build inside me, the heat pooling low in my belly. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Just when I felt myself teetering on the edge of release, he abruptly stopped, pulling his fingers out of me with a sharp, wet sound. "You think this is for your pleasure?" he growled, wiping his slick fingers on my thigh. "Don’t forget your place." I bit my lip, frustration and shame washing over me in equal measure. He stood up straight, towering over me as he gave his next command. "Get up and bend over the desk." His voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for defiance. [[Stand up from the chair|University Alternate Exam 2]]

I stood up from the chair, trying to steady my nerves, but before I could take even a single step, the rector’s cold voice stopped me in my tracks. "Take off your blouse and bra. Not that they’re hiding much," he remarked with a cruel smirk, his eyes drifting lazily over my body. My heart skipped a beat, and without a word, I began to undo the buttons of my blouse. My fingers fumbled slightly as the weight of the situation sank in. Each button coming undone felt heavier than the last, the room’s silence pressing down on me. As I slid my blouse off my shoulders, the fabric felt like it was leaving behind the last remnants of my dignity. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, my bare skin exposed to the cool air of the office. The rector was now in the middle of undressing himself, his gaze never leaving me. His eyes traveled up and down my body, making me feel like nothing more than an object for his satisfaction. Once my blouse and bra were discarded, I moved around the desk, my legs shaky, and placed my hands on the cold wooden surface for support. "Lift up your skirt," he commanded, his tone sharp. I hesitated for a split second, but then did as I was told, pulling the fabric of my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panties and ass to him. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I heard him move closer behind me, his breath heavier as he approached. Without warning, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked them roughly to the side, not even bothering to fully remove them. The cold air hit my wet slit, and I shivered as he spread my cheeks with his hands. "Look at that," he sneered, "Already soaked, aren’t you? I bet you’ve been waiting for this." His words stung, but I couldn’t deny the arousal that had been building inside me. He spat directly onto my pussy, the wet sensation mixing with my own arousal. "That should do for lube," he said mockingly. "Not that you need it, seems like you’re already dripping." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> His fingers roughly probed my wetness for a moment before he aligned himself behind me. I barely had time to catch my breath before he thrust into me with brutal force. The sudden invasion made me gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly as he filled me completely. "Tight little hole for a cheating whore," he growled in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "You better make this worth it, or you’ll regret ever stepping foot in this office." Each thrust was hard and deep, my body jolting forward with the force of his movements. I lowered my head onto the desk, my forehead pressed against the cool wood as I tried to keep myself steady. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed through the room, mixing with my ragged breaths. His hand found its way to my throat, gripping it firmly as he fucked me harder. "You like that, huh? Getting fucked by the rector like a little slut, is this what you wanted?" His voice dripped with condescension, and every word cut through me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress any sound that might give away my pleasure, but my body betrayed me, my hips moving slightly to meet his thrusts. "Look at you," he taunted, tightening his grip on my throat. "Pretending to be a genius, but in the end, you’re just another dumb whore who’ll do anything to get what she wants." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He leaned down, his body pressing against my back as his free hand slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it roughly in time with his thrusts. The sensation sent shocks through my body, my legs trembling as he pushed me closer to the edge. "You better not cum," he hissed into my ear, his pace relentless. "You’re not here to enjoy this. You’re here to learn your place." Just as I felt the wave of pleasure about to crest, he pulled his fingers away, denying me release. I let out a frustrated whimper, and he laughed darkly. "Oh, you thought this was for you?" he said, mocking me. "You don’t get to cum unless I say so." With a final rough thrust, he pulled out of me, leaving me trembling and on the verge of orgasm. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. "We’re not done yet." After pulling out, the rector didn’t give me much time to recover. He grabbed me roughly by the waist and lifted me onto his desk, laying me down on my back. My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath, but before I could, he reached for my legs. The fabric of my stockings brushed against his hands as he threw my legs over his shoulders, positioning me in front of him. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin as he moved closer, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance again. Without hesitation, he plunged himself into me with a force that made my body jolt. His hands gripped my thighs tightly as he began thrusting, his movements fast and rough. "Just lay there like the little whore you are," he sneered, each word dripping with contempt as he took what he wanted. My legs were practically hanging from his shoulders as he pounded into me, the angle making every thrust hit deep inside. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The slick sound of our bodies colliding filled the office, mixing with my shallow breaths and his low grunts of exertion. His eyes never left mine, watching every reaction on my face, clearly enjoying the power he had over me. The desk beneath me creaked with each brutal motion, my back arching slightly from the intensity. I tried to brace myself by gripping the edges of the table, but it did little to steady me. After what felt like an eternity, he let my legs fall from his shoulders, my body now slumping back onto the desk as he pulled me sideways. He turned me onto my side, positioning me so that my hips hung off the edge of the table while the rest of me remained flat against the surface. "I’m not done with you yet," he growled, sliding his hand down my back as he lined himself up again. With one swift motion, he buried himself inside me, making me gasp as he thrust hard and deep. His hips slammed against mine as he fucked me from the side, his hand gripping my ass for leverage. "Tight little pussy," he muttered between gritted teeth, his pace relentless. My body jerked with every rough movement, the desk beneath me shaking with the force. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my skin as he worked harder, his breath coming out in heavy pants. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Just as I thought he might be close to finishing, he abruptly stopped, pulling out of me. "Get off the table," he ordered, his voice still thick with lust. I scrambled to obey, sliding off the edge of the desk and standing in front of him, trying to steady my trembling legs. He didn’t waste any time. "Now, it’s your turn to do the work," he said with a cruel smile, before laying himself down on the desk, his cock standing stiff and ready. "Climb on top," he commanded, pointing to his lap. I hesitated for a moment, but quickly obeyed, straddling him and positioning myself over his cock. As soon as I was in place, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto him, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, but he didn’t give me a moment to adjust. His hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he began to thrust upwards, his hips driving into me with a fierce rhythm. "Ride me like the desperate slut you are," he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh as he forced me to bounce on top of him. I moved my hips in time with his thrusts, trying to keep up with his pace as he continued to grind into me. His grip on my ass tightened as he guided my movements, his eyes locked onto mine, watching every expression on my face. "You better make this worth my time," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\10.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> His hips pumped up and down with increasing speed, making me struggle to keep my balance. My hands pressed against his chest for support as he used me, his cock sliding in and out of my wetness with ease. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the office once again, his breaths heavy and ragged as he pounded into me from below. With every thrust, he spread my ass wider, his hands roughly kneading the flesh as if I were nothing more than a toy for him to play with. The intensity of his movements sent shockwaves through my body, my mind going blank as I focused solely on keeping up with his relentless pace. He relaxed on the desk for a moment, releasing his grip on my hips as his cock remained deep inside me. I felt his gaze linger on me, a smug smile spreading across his face. "You’ve had it easy so far, now it’s time for you to put in some work," he said with a lazy smirk, his arms resting behind his head. "Come on, let's see you bounce on me." His tone was commanding, yet casual, as if this were just another mundane task to complete. My legs were already sore, but I complied without hesitation, shifting into a crouch position with my hands pressed against his chest for balance. Slowly, I began to lift my hips and then sank back down, feeling the familiar stretch as his cock filled me once again. Each movement sent a dull throb through my thighs, but I pushed through, wanting to keep him satisfied. His breath hitched as I picked up the pace, my body rising and falling in a rhythm. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\11.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it, just like that," he murmured, eyes locked on my face. "You might be good for something after all." His words stung, but I didn’t let it show. I kept bouncing, feeling the strain in my legs, my fingers gripping his chest for support. He gave a low grunt of approval with each downward thrust, his hands lazily grazing over my thighs. As I moved faster, his breathing grew more ragged, but he still made no effort to help. "Come on, keep going," he urged, clearly enjoying watching me struggle to keep the pace. "You’re almost making me think you enjoy this." Just as I slammed down on him one more time, his cock slipped out, and I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. He chuckled darkly, giving me a dismissive wave. "Alright, that’s enough. You’ve had your fun." He paused, catching his breath, before adding with a smirk, "Now, get down here and finish me off." I quickly obeyed, sliding off him and repositioning myself into a 69 position, with my chest pressed against his stomach and his cock hovering in front of my mouth. I hesitated briefly, knowing my pussy was inches from his face, but he made no move to touch me. With a sigh of resignation, I took his cock into my mouth, slowly sucking as I lowered myself onto him. I could feel his breath against my thighs, warm and steady, but he didn’t so much as glance at my pussy. His hands rested on my hips, holding me in place, but he wasn’t interested in returning the favor. I focused on the task at hand, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in response. Every now and then, I could hear him groan softly, his hips shifting ever so slightly as I sucked him deeper. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\12.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good girl," he muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips. "You know your place, don’t you?" After a few minutes, his breathing grew heavier, and he pulled me off of him abruptly. "That’s enough of that," he said, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Get off and kneel on the floor." I obeyed instantly, sliding off the desk and onto the floor at his feet. He stood up, towering over me as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I opened my mouth and obediently stuck out my tongue, feeling my heart race as I watched him bring himself closer to the edge. His hand moved faster, his breathing quickening, and within moments, I felt the first hot splash of his cum hit my face. It landed in thick droplets, coating my cheeks, lips, and even in my eyes. He groaned loudly, his cock twitching in his hand as he pumped the last of his release onto my tongue. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\13.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Take it all," he muttered, watching intently as I swallowed what I could. His cum tasted bitter, and I struggled to keep it down, but I didn’t dare show any discomfort. When he finally stepped back, he looked down at me with a satisfied smirk. "Wipe yourself off and get dressed," he said, his tone almost casual, as if we had just completed a business transaction. He didn’t even bother to look at me as he began pulling his clothes back on. I blinked, trying to clear the cum from my eyes, wiping my face with the back of my hand as I reached for my blouse. My body felt shaky, but I managed to pull my skirt and blouse back on, my fingers trembling as I buttoned them up. He, meanwhile, straightened his tie, completely indifferent to the state he had left me in. "Sit down," he ordered, nodding toward the chair across from the desk. "We’ll discuss your admission now." I hurried to comply, sitting down in the chair as he instructed. My heart pounded in my chest, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in. I didn’t dare meet his eyes, keeping my gaze focused on the desk in front of me. Without another word, he walked toward the door, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. "Stay here, I’ll be right back," he said over his shoulder before disappearing through the door, leaving me alone in the office, still trying to compose myself. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>> [[Wait for him|University Alternate Exam End]]

Through the heavy wooden door, I heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Moments later, the rector re-entered the room, a casual air of authority radiating from him as he settled back into his chair. He leaned forward slightly, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I must say, your performance during the exam was quite... memorable," he remarked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Not the best exam I’ve ever witnessed, but acceptable, I suppose." <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> My stomach twisted at the memory of the moments that had just transpired, but I managed to offer a small, polite smile in response. "Thank you," I said, the words feeling awkward on my tongue, a stark contrast to the earlier encounter. He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Now, let’s get down to business. According to your documents, you’re a newcomer to our lovely city," he continued, his tone shifting to one of officiality. "That means you’re entitled to a room in the female dormitory here on campus." With that, he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small key, handing it to me with a flourish. "Room 96 is all yours. Make yourself at home." I accepted the key, feeling its cold metal between my fingers. "Thank you," I replied, trying to sound grateful while the memory of our earlier interaction lingered uncomfortably in my mind. He continued, "Classes run from Monday to Friday, and attendance is strongly encouraged." As he spoke, he slid a Campus card across the desk toward me. "Don’t lose this. It’s your pass to the university and all the facilities associated with it." I took the card, nodding in understanding, my heart still racing from the earlier encounter. "You can check your class schedule on the university website," he added, his tone matter-of-fact. "If you have any questions or need clarification on anything, I suggest you read the information available online. If you still have doubts after that, feel free to ask any of the university staff or students." He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face as he assessed me. "You’re all set. You can leave now." Relief washed over me, mingled with the remnants of unease as I stood up, clutching the key and the Campus card tightly in my hand. I made my way toward the door, casting one last glance at the rector, who wore a smirk of approval. As I stepped outside, the corridor felt both familiar and alien, a new chapter beginning in my life. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of a journey filled with unexpected twists. But for now, I was free to explore this new environment, with a mix of hope and uncertainty guiding my path. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $universityAdmission = true>> <<link "Leave the university building" "University Area">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/><<set $correctAnswers = 0>><<set $totalQuestions = 15>> Question 1: What is the principle of supply and demand in economics? <<link "A) It describes how consumers' preferences affect prices.">> <<goto "Retest 2">> <</link>> <<link "B) It explains the relationship between the availability of goods and the desire for them.">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 2">> <</link>> <<link "C) It outlines how government regulations influence market equilibrium.">> <<goto "Retest 2">> <</link>> <<link "D) It focuses on how production costs determine pricing strategies.">> <<goto "Retest 2">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I contemplated the question, I could hear the lectures ringing in my ears. “I remember clearly that the principle of supply and demand explains the relationship between the availability of goods and the desire for them, so that must be ,” I thought, feeling a surge of confidence in my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 6: Which element is essential for the production of thyroid hormones? <<link "A) Calcium">> <<goto "Retest 7">> <</link>> <<link "B) Iron">> <<goto "Retest 7">> <</link>> <<link "C) Iodine">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 7">> <</link>> <<link "D) Zinc">> <<goto "Retest 7">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> I took a moment to think about my nutrition classes. "I believe the answer is C) Iodine," I recalled, remembering its critical role in thyroid function. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 11: Which author is known for the novel "1984," a dystopian social science fiction work? <<link "A) Aldous Huxley">> <<goto "Retest 12">> <</link>> <<link "B) Ray Bradbury">> <<goto "Retest 12">> <</link>> <<link "C) George Orwell">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 12">> <</link>> <<link "D) Kurt Vonnegut">> <<goto "Retest 12">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I pondered the question, I suddenly remembered all those memes about "Big Brother" and "Orwellian" scenarios. "I think the answer is C) George Orwell," I thought, recognizing that the discussions around his novel "1984" are everywhere, especially in memes. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 3: What is the process by which plants convert sunlight into food called? <<link "A) Respiration">> <<goto "Retest 4">> <</link>> <<link "B) Photosynthesis">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 4">> <</link>> <<link "C) Transpiration">> <<goto "Retest 4">> <</link>> <<link "D) Germination">> <<goto "Retest 4">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the question, I recalled my biology lessons. "The answer must be B) Photosynthesis. That's how plants make their food using sunlight," I thought, feeling a sense of clarity about my choice. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 2: Which chemical element has the symbol 'Fe' and is known for its magnetic properties? <<link "A) Gold">> <<goto "Retest 3">> <</link>> <<link "B) Iron">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 3">> <</link>> <<link "C) Silver">> <<goto "Retest 3">> <</link>> <<link "D) Copper">> <<goto "Retest 3">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> I took a moment to think back on my chemistry lessons. "I remember that the element with the symbol 'Fe' is B) Iron, known for its magnetic properties," I concluded, feeling sure about my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 4: Which of the following elements is essential for the formation of DNA? <<link "A) Carbon">> <<goto "Retest 5">> <</link>> <<link "B) Oxygen">> <<goto "Retest 5">> <</link>> <<link "C) Nitrogen">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 5">> <</link>> <<link "D) Hydrogen">> <<goto "Retest 5">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> Reflecting on my chemistry studies, I knew this one. "The correct answer is C) Nitrogen. It's a key component of DNA," I thought, confident in my knowledge. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 8: What was the main purpose of the Berlin Wall when it was constructed in 1961? <<link "A) To protect East Berlin from Western influence">> <<goto "Retest 9">> <</link>> <<link "B) To prevent East Germans from fleeing to West Berlin">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 9">> <</link>> <<link "C) To establish a clear border between East and West Germany">> <<goto "Retest 9">> <</link>> <<link "D) To promote trade between East and West Berlin">> <<goto "Retest 9">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the question, a moment from my studies came to mind. "I think the answer is B) To prevent East Germans from fleeing to West Berlin; it was a physical barrier against emigration," I recalled, confident in my response. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 7: Which event marked the beginning of the French Revolution in 1789? <<link "A) The Reign of Terror">> <<goto "Retest 8">> <</link>> <<link "B) The Storming of the Bastille">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 8">> <</link>> <<link "C) The Execution of Louis XVI">> <<goto "Retest 8">> <</link>> <<link "D) The Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen">> <<goto "Retest 8">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> Recalling my history lessons, I reflected on the pivotal moment. "I believe the answer is B) The Storming of the Bastille, as it was a significant event that ignited the Revolution," I thought, feeling assured in my knowledge. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 5: What is the primary function of red blood cells in the human body? <<link "A) To transport oxygen">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 6">> <</link>> <<link "B) To fight infections">> <<goto "Retest 6">> <</link>> <<link "C) To regulate body temperature">> <<goto "Retest 6">> <</link>> <<link "D) To produce hormones">> <<goto "Retest 6">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the question, my mind raced back to my biology lessons. "I remember that the primary function of red blood cells is A) To transport oxygen," I thought, feeling sure about my answer. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 9: Which treaty, signed in 1919, officially ended World War I and imposed heavy reparations on Germany? <<link "A) Treaty of Versailles">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 10">> <</link>> <<link "B) Treaty of Trianon">> <<goto "Retest 10">> <</link>> <<link "C) Treaty of Saint-Germain">> <<goto "Retest 10">> <</link>> <<link "D) Treaty of Sèvres">> <<goto "Retest 10">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I pondered the implications of post-war politics, I recalled the significant treaties from that era. "I believe the answer is A) Treaty of Versailles," I thought, recalling the harsh penalties it imposed on Germany. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 12: What is the main theme of Shakespeare's play "Hamlet"? <<link "A) Revenge">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 13">> <</link>> <<link "B) Love">> <<goto "Retest 13">> <</link>> <<link "C) Betrayal">> <<goto "Retest 13">> <</link>> <<link "D) Ambition">> <<goto "Retest 13">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I reflected on the play, I recalled Hamlet's quest for vengeance against his uncle. "I believe the answer is A) Revenge," I thought, remembering how the theme of revenge drives the entire narrative and ultimately leads to tragedy. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 13: What is the unit of force in the International System of Units (SI)? <<link "A) Joule">> <<goto "Retest 14">> <</link>> <<link "B) Newton">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 14">> <</link>> <<link "C) Pascal">> <<goto "Retest 14">> <</link>> <<link "D) Watt">> <<goto "Retest 14">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> I thought back to my physics classes, recalling the fundamental concepts. "I remember that the unit of force is B) Newton," I reflected, knowing it was named after Sir Isaac Newton for his work in classical mechanics. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 10: In a right triangle, if one angle measures 30 degrees and the hypotenuse is 20 cm, what is the length of the opposite side? <<link "A) 10 cm">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 11">> <</link>> <<link "B) 15 cm">> <<goto "Retest 11">> <</link>> <<link "C) 20 cm">> <<goto "Retest 11">> <</link>> <<link "D) 5 cm">> <<goto "Retest 11">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> I remembered the properties of a 30-60-90 triangle. The side opposite the 30-degree angle is half the length of the hypotenuse. "Therefore, the answer is A) 10 cm," I thought confidently, recalling the ratios of the triangle. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 14: What is the term used to describe the practice of engaging in sexual activities in public places? <<link "A) Voyeurism">> <<goto "Retest 15">> <</link>> <<link "B) Exhibitionism">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Retest 15">> <</link>> <<link "C) Swinging">> <<goto "Retest 15">> <</link>> <<link "D) Fetishism">> <<goto "Retest 15">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I considered the question, a cheeky thought crossed my mind. "I believe the term for sexual activities in public places is B) Exhibitionism," I recalled, smiling at the thrill that such encounters can bring. <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/exam_two.jpg"/> Question 15: What is the term for the biological process by which male and female gametes fuse to form a zygote? <<link "A) Fertilization">> <<set $correctAnswers += 1>> <<goto "Finish Retest">> <</link>> <<link "B) Mitosis">> <<goto "Finish Retest">> <</link>> <<link "C) Meiosis">> <<goto "Finish Retest">> <</link>> <<link "D) Germination">> <<goto "Finish Retest">> <</link>> <<if $intellect >= 20 or $bookwormAbility>> As I recalled my biology classes, the answer clicked into place. "I’m pretty sure the answer is A) Fertilization; it’s when sperm meets egg to create new life," I thought, feeling confident in my choice. <</if>>

I finished the exam and, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, stood up from the table. My hands trembled slightly with anticipation as I carefully placed my answer sheet in front of the rector, his serious demeanor casting a shadow of doubt over my confidence. “Let’s see what you’ve written,” he said, lifting his gaze from the paper. His voice was firm, and I felt the nerves bubbling up inside me again. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> He began flipping through the pages, each second stretching into eternity. The room was silent, broken only by the rustle of paper and the soft click of his pen as he marked my answers. I tried not to meet his gaze, knowing that any eye contact might betray my uncertainty. Finally, after what felt like ages, the rector set my answer sheet down and looked at me with an expression that was hard to read. “You answered $correctAnswers out of 15 questions correctly,” he stated, his tone remaining neutral, though I noticed a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. <<if $correctAnswers >= 15>> The rector leaned back in his chair, a faint smile breaking through his otherwise stoic demeanor. “Congratulations! You managed to answer all the questions correctly,” he announced, a hint of approval in his voice. I felt a surge of relief and triumph wash over me, my heart racing with joy. “However,” he continued, raising an eyebrow, “the questions were rather easy. I wouldn’t exactly label you as exceptionally bright, but at least you’re not completely clueless.” His tone was teasing, but I couldn’t help but smile at the acknowledgment of my effort. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “Now, let’s discuss your enrollment in the university. I believe it’s time we talked about your future here.” [[Discuss Enrollment|Enrollment Discussion]] <<else>> The rector sighed, shaking his head slowly. “As I expected, you weren’t able to answer all the questions correctly,” he said, his tone devoid of sympathy. My heart sank as I processed his words, the reality settling in like a heavy weight. “Unfortunately, this means you’ve lost your chance to enroll. You’re free to go.” He gestured dismissively toward the door, leaving no room for argument. I stood there for a moment, the finality of his statement hitting me hard. I had two options: I could accept my fate and walk away, or I could try to convince him to reconsider. <ul><li><<link "Accept my fate and leave" "University Area">> <</link>></li> <li>[[Try to persuade him to change his mind|Rector Persuade]]</li></ul><</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> The rector leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. “Congratulations! You are now officially eligible for enrollment at the university,” he announced, his tone warm yet authoritative. I felt a rush of relief and gratitude wash over me, and with a nervous smile, I responded, “Thank you so much!” The words tumbled out, and I couldn't help but feel a little shy under his gaze. “Now, it appears you are an out-of-town student. Therefore, you are entitled to a room in the women's dormitory on campus,” he continued, his demeanor shifting slightly as he rifled through some documents on his desk. “Here’s the key to your room, number 96. Make sure to keep it safe.” He paused, retrieving a shiny key from a small bowl on the side of his desk and holding it out to me. I took the key, feeling its weight in my palm. “Thank you. I’ll take good care of it,” I promised, trying to mask my nerves with a smile. “Classes run from Monday to Friday, and attendance is highly encouraged,” he advised, his eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing my commitment. “You don’t want to fall behind, do you?” I shook my head vigorously, eager to show my enthusiasm. “Of course not! I’m ready to learn!” He nodded approvingly and handed me a card, its glossy surface reflecting the light. “This is your Campus Card. Do not lose it; it grants you access to the university and its various facilities,” he emphasized, his tone shifting to one of importance. “You’ll find the class schedules posted on the university website.” As he spoke, I felt the weight of this new chapter in my life settling in. “And remember,” he added, his voice turning serious, “I expect you to study hard and not to cheat as you did during your first exam. If you choose to take shortcuts, it will only come back to haunt you.” I nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. “I won’t let you down, I promise!” “If you have any questions or need further information, I suggest you consult the website first. Should anything remain unclear, don’t hesitate to reach out to university staff or fellow students. They’ll be more than willing to help.” With that, he leaned back, signaling that our conversation was coming to an end. “You may go now,” he said, a hint of dismissal in his voice. I stood up, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension about the journey ahead. As I turned to leave the rector’s office, I glanced back one last time, ready to embrace the opportunities that awaited me in this new chapter of my life. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $universityAdmission = true>> <<link "Leave the university building" "University Area">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> I couldn’t bring myself to accept that I had lost my chance to enroll. The knot in my stomach tightened as I desperately tried to think of something—anything—that could change his mind. With trembling hands and a dry mouth, I spoke up, my voice shaky. “Mister, please... isn’t there something I can do? Is there any way I can still get into the university?” The words felt heavy, and I could barely keep my voice steady. He raised his eyes slowly from the papers in front of him, his expression cold and detached. “I already gave you a choice,” he said, his tone flat and unforgiving. “You had two options: either pass the exam or sleep with me. You made your decision when you chose the exam. Now, there's nothing more I can do for you.” The sharpness of his words cut through me like a blade, but I wasn’t ready to give up. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and forced myself to speak again, this time more urgently. “Please, Mister, this is so important to me. There has to be something... anything... I’ll do whatever it takes. Don’t make me beg,” I pleaded, my voice breaking as the gravity of my situation pressed down on me. He watched me with a detached interest, almost as if he found my desperation amusing. “Go ahead,” he said coldly, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Try begging. Let’s see how much this means to you.” The blood drained from my face. I hadn’t expected him to say that, but now I had no choice. My pride was crumbling, and I could feel the heat of humiliation rising in my cheeks. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself before speaking again. “Please...” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please, Mister, don’t turn me away. I’ll do anything. Just give me another chance.” I could hear the desperation creeping into my voice, the words coming out like a pathetic whimper. He leaned back in his chair, watching me closely, clearly enjoying the sight of me lowering myself before him. “Anything, you say?” he asked with a sneer, clearly savoring my humiliation. “Then why should I help you now, after you rejected the original offer? You made your choice. Or do you think I should reward your failure with another chance?” Tears threatened to spill over as I lowered myself even further, my voice trembling as I begged. “Please, I’m sorry! I was wrong to think I could pass the exam on my own. I’ll do whatever you want... just let me enroll. I need this... I need you to help me!” My words were frantic, pleading. I could barely recognize myself—this wasn’t how I imagined it would end. The rector’s expression hardened as he considered my words. “Go on, beg properly,” he commanded coldly. “Convince me that you really mean it. Tell me what you’ll do to earn your place here.” I felt a wave of shame and self-loathing wash over me, but I had come too far to stop now. Swallowing my pride, I forced the humiliating words out of my mouth. “Please... sleep with me,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’ll be obedient. I’ll do anything you want. Just... please let me enroll in the university.” Each word felt like a dagger to my dignity, but I couldn’t stop. “Please, Mister, I’ll do anything... anything you ask of me...” He watched me with a look of cold satisfaction, clearly enjoying the spectacle of my downfall. For a long moment, he remained silent, letting my humiliation sink in. Finally, he sighed, leaning back in his chair with an air of victory. “Fine,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I’ll make an exception for you. But only if you prove you can be a good, obedient slut for me.” His gaze pierced through me, leaving no doubt about what he expected. My heart pounded in my chest as his words hung in the air, leaving me with a choice I never thought I’d have to make. <ul> <li>[[Agree to be obedient|Agree to be obedient]]</li> <li><<link "Refuse and leave his office" "University Area">> <</link>></li> </ul>

"Alright, I’ll do whatever you say, as long as I get accepted into the university." My voice was shaky, betraying the nervousness I tried to suppress. The dean, sitting across from me, gave a slow, deliberate nod, his eyes cold and calculating as they bore into me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a predator assessing its prey. "Stand up and sit in my chair," he instructed, his voice calm but commanding. He stepped aside, motioning towards the large, leather office chair behind the imposing desk. Hesitating for only a moment, I stood up, my legs feeling weak beneath me, and awkwardly settled into the chair. The leather felt cool against my skin, its smooth texture somehow amplifying the tension in the room. The dean circled behind me, the sound of his footsteps slow and measured. I could hear the faint clinking of metal as he unbuckled his belt. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his hand come to rest heavily on the back of my head. His fingers curled possessively into my hair, asserting control. "It’s time to get to work," he said, his voice deep and steady, as he applied pressure, gently but insistently pushing my head down towards his crotch. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing in my ears. As I lowered my head, I saw his trousers undone, his hard length exposed, inches from my face. My heart pounded in my chest, but I parted my lips, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of him entering my mouth. "That's it... take it slow," he murmured, his tone full of dominance, the hand on my head guiding me with steady pressure. My movements were clumsy, uncertain, as I tentatively began sucking. The taste and texture of him were foreign, and my mouth struggled to adjust, but I did as he wanted, my body responding mechanically. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Don’t rush it... use your tongue." His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of amusement beneath his words, like he was savoring every moment of my discomfort. His hips gave a small thrust as he held me in place, making it harder to maintain control. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation as I tried to follow his commands. My tongue flicked hesitantly, and I adjusted my rhythm, my jaw starting to ache with the unfamiliar strain. His breathing deepened above me, and every subtle shift of his body was a reminder of the power he held over me in that moment. "Good girl... you’re learning quickly." His words felt patronizing, each syllable dripping with satisfaction as I struggled to meet his expectations, the sound of my own breath loud in my ears as I continued. As I continued to suck, struggling to maintain a steady rhythm, I suddenly felt the dean’s hand slide under my blouse. His fingers deftly slipped beneath my bra, finding my breast. The coldness of his touch made me flinch, but I stayed silent, my mouth still occupied. His fingers roughly squeezed and kneaded, exploring my chest with unrestrained greed. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Hmm... a bit small, aren’t they?" he commented, his voice dripping with condescension. His words sent a wave of embarrassment through me, and for a moment, I froze, lifting my head and letting his cock slip from my mouth. I felt my cheeks burn, unsure of how to respond. "I didn’t tell you to stop," he growled, his tone taking on a sharp edge. His hand tightened around my breast, and I quickly lowered my head again, parting my lips to take him back into my mouth. I resumed my awkward, tentative sucking, my chest now tingling from his rough handling. His fingers continued to toy with my breast, squeezing, pinching, as if testing my reaction to every touch. Each time he groped me, I tried to focus on my task, but it was hard to ignore the discomfort of his touch. After a few moments, he grew bored of my chest, withdrawing his hand from beneath my blouse. He shifted his attention, his grip moving to my neck, fingers wrapping tightly around my throat. My breath caught as he applied pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of who was in control. "Now, let’s pick up the pace," he murmured, his voice taking on a darker edge. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. My body jolted at the sudden force, my hands instinctively grabbing the sides of the chair as I tried to brace myself. "Keep up," he commanded, his tone laced with impatience as he began to thrust faster, each movement forceful and relentless. I struggled to keep up, my throat tightening with each plunge, but I had no choice but to let him use me. His grip on my neck tightened as he continued to push deeper, each thrust accompanied by a smug comment. "That’s it… you’re doing fine," he muttered between breaths, his voice full of satisfaction as he watched me gag and struggle to keep up. Every time I faltered, he pushed harder, forcing me to take more, until it felt like there was no air left. The sound of my muffled gagging and his low groans filled the room, the pace quickening as he reveled in his control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With a wet, lewd sound, he pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving a string of saliva that briefly connected us before breaking and falling onto my chin. I swallowed, trying to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes lingered on me, cold and calculating, before a smug grin curled his lips. "Since your tits are so small, I can only hope your pussy’s a little more impressive," he sneered, his words laced with cruelty. His gaze burned through me, making my skin prickle with a mixture of shame and anger. But before I could even think to respond, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and roughly yanked it up around my waist, exposing my panties. The cool air of the room hit the bare skin of my thighs, and I felt a shiver run through me. His hand wasted no time as he shoved my panties to the side, his fingers grazing my sensitive folds before plunging two fingers inside me without any warning. My back arched instinctively at the sudden intrusion, and I let out a sharp gasp, my hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. The sensation was overwhelming, the sudden fullness making me tense up as my body struggled to adjust. "Hmm, not bad," he murmured, his tone filled with a dark amusement. His fingers moved inside me with quick, rough strokes, curling and twisting in a way that made my breath hitch. I could feel the wetness between my legs grow, my body betraying me as I helplessly responded to his touch. My thighs quivered, and I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress any sound that might escape, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\main_building\rector\cheat_exam\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Getting wetter, huh? Maybe you're enjoying this more than you'd like to admit," he taunted, his voice low and mocking as his fingers pumped harder inside me, hitting sensitive spots that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I tried to keep quiet, but a soft moan slipped out before I could stop it. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "That's it... let me hear those little sounds." His other hand reached around to grab my breast again, squeezing it harshly, as if testing how much he could provoke me. The pressure in my lower abdomen built quickly, my body betraying every attempt I made to resist. My breath came out in short, shallow gasps as I felt myself nearing the edge, my muscles tightening in anticipation. But just as I was on the brink of release, his fingers abruptly stopped. He pulled them out of me without warning, leaving me gasping for air, the wave of pleasure that had been building up suddenly crashing into nothing. "Oh no, you don't get to cum," he said, his voice cold and authoritative. He held up his fingers, now slick with my arousal, and wiped them carelessly on the edge of my skirt. "You're not here to enjoy yourself." I blinked, still dazed from the sudden denial, my body aching with unfulfilled need. His words felt like a slap, reminding me again of how powerless I was in this situation. "Get up and lean over the desk," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. <<link "Stand up from the chair" "University Alternate Exam 2">> <</link>>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/medical_office.jpg"/> I step into the medical office, and the atmosphere immediately shifts to one of clinical calm. The walls are painted a soft, sterile white, with medical posters hanging neatly in frames. The room smells faintly of antiseptic, and the sound of a ticking clock adds to the stillness. Behind the desk, an elderly doctor with gray hair and kind eyes looks up from his paperwork. He adjusts his glasses and smiles warmly. "Do you have any complaints?" he asks in a gentle, but professional tone, his voice filled with experience. <ul> <li>[[Say no and leave the medical office|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/mens_restroom.jpg"/> I push open the door to the men's restroom, and a slight echo follows as it quietly closes behind me. The space is empty, the sterile smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. The tiles on the floor and walls are a stark white, reflecting the overhead fluorescent lights, giving the room a somewhat cold, impersonal feel. A row of sinks lines one side, their mirrors spotless, while a few closed stalls are on the opposite side. It's eerily quiet, with no one else around. My footsteps sound louder than usual on the tiled floor as I glance around, considering my options. <ul> <li>[[Enter one of the stalls|University Men's Restroom Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/womens_restroom.jpg"/> I push open the door to the women's restroom, stepping into a quiet, clean space. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead creates a calm, almost serene atmosphere. The restroom is empty, with a row of mirrors above the sinks reflecting the spotless white tiles on the walls. A faint floral scent lingers in the air, mixing with the usual smell of cleaning products. On the opposite side, a few closed stalls stand ready, their doors perfectly aligned. The polished floor beneath my feet gleams under the lights, and everything feels pristine and orderly. <ul> <li>[[Enter one of the stalls|Women's Restroom Stall]]</li> <li>[[Leave the restroom|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/second_floor.jpg"/> I make my way up the grand staircase, the sound of my footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet hallway. The second floor feels more formal, with polished wooden floors and tall windows letting in soft natural light. The air is filled with a subtle scent of old books and polished wood, adding to the prestigious feel of the building. Ahead of me is the door to the rector's office, a brass nameplate gleaming on the solid wooden door. To the side, a narrow stairwell leads up to the roof, while behind me, the staircase offers a way back down to the first floor. <ul> <li>[[Enter the rector's office|University Rector's Office]]</li> <li>[[Go up to the roof|University Roof]]</li> <li>[[Go back down to the first floor|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall.jpg"/> I step into one of the stalls, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The small space is clean, with the white walls and tiled floor maintaining the same sterile feel as the rest of the restroom. A metal latch slides into place, securing the door. The sound of my breathing seems amplified in the confined space, and for a brief moment, everything feels completely still. I can relieve myself here, or leave the stall. <ul> <li>[[Relieve myself|Relieve in Men's Stall]]</li> <li>[[Exit the stall|University Men's Restroom]]</li> </ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I relieve myself, the quiet sound of water echoing slightly in the small stall. Once finished, I reach for the toilet paper, carefully wiping myself before adjusting my clothes. I unlock the door and step out into the empty restroom, heading towards the sinks. The cool water runs over my hands as I wash them, the soap leaving a faint, clean scent on my skin. After drying my hands with a paper towel, I glance around one last time and head for the door, ready to leave the restroom. <ul> <li>[[Exit the restroom|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/bar_stall.jpg"/> I step into one of the stalls, gently closing the door behind me. The small space feels private, the walls clean and the floor spotless. A quiet click sounds as I lock the door, securing the latch. The faint floral scent from the restroom is more noticeable here, creating a sense of calm in the confined area. The stall is simple but pristine, offering a quiet moment to myself. I can relieve myself here or leave the stall. <ul> <li>[[Relieve myself|Relieve in Women's Stall]]</li> <li>[[Exit the stall|University Women's Restroom]]</li> </ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\home\toilet\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I relieve myself, the soft sounds echoing slightly in the quiet of the stall. Once finished, I reach for the toilet paper, gently wiping myself clean. Adjusting my clothes, I unlock the door and step out into the restroom. I head over to the sinks, washing my hands under the cool water. The floral-scented soap foams easily, leaving my hands clean and refreshed. After drying them with a paper towel, I glance around the empty restroom one last time before heading out. <ul> <li>[[Exit the restroom|University Main Hall]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/main_building/roof.jpg"/> I step onto the roof of the university, the fresh air sweeping over me as I take in the panoramic view of the campus below. The skyline stretches in the distance, framed by the vibrant colors of the surrounding trees. The gentle rustle of leaves accompanies the soft sounds of the city, creating a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of university life. The roof feels open and liberating, providing a moment of solitude to gather my thoughts. <ul> <li>[[Return back to the second floor|University Second Floor]]</li> </ul>

I gently knock on the door of the rector's office, the sound echoing softly in the quiet hallway. A moment later, the door opens, revealing a distinguished-looking man in a tailored suit. His hair is neatly combed, and he carries an air of authority mixed with approachability. <img src="img/locations/university/main_building/rector.jpg"/> "What did you want?" he asks, his voice steady but curious, inviting me to speak. <ul> <li>[[Apologize for the disturbance and leave the office|University Second Floor]]</li> </ul>

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/academic_building_closed.jpg"/> It's already too late; the university is closed for the night. I should probably head home. <ul> <li>[[Leave the university|University Area]]</li> </ul> <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/academic_building.jpg"/> I approach the Academic Building, its towering structure made of sleek glass and modern concrete. The large glass doors open automatically as I step closer, welcoming me inside. As I enter, the cool, air-conditioned lobby greets me. The floor is polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights. There are a few students sitting on benches, studying or chatting quietly, while the faint echo of footsteps bounces off the high ceilings. The interior is spacious, with wide hallways that lead to various lecture halls and offices. The walls are adorned with academic posters and bulletin boards filled with announcements. To my right, there's a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. Nearby, I notice a vending machine humming softly, offering a variety of snacks and drinks. <ul> <li>[[Enter Classroom 101|University Classroom 101]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 102|University Classroom 102]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 103|University Classroom 103]]</li> <li>[[Approach the Vending Machine|University Vending Machine]]</li> <li>[[Head upstairs to the second floor|University Academic Second Floor]]</li> <li>[[Step outside the building|University Area]]</li> </ul><<endif>>

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/second_floor.jpg"/> I climb the stairs to the second floor, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. The second floor is similar to the first, with wide corridors and doors leading to various classrooms. The polished floors and white walls give the space a clean, modern look, while the large windows allow natural light to flood in, casting soft shadows along the walls. As I reach the top of the stairs, I see doors labeled with classroom numbers on either side of the hallway. To the left is Classroom 201, and to the right is Classroom 202. There's also another set of stairs at the end of the corridor, leading further up to the third floor. <ul> <li>[[Enter Classroom 201|University Classroom 201]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 202|University Classroom 202]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 203|University Classroom 203]]</li> <li>[[Head upstairs to the third floor|University Third Floor]]</li> <li>[[Head back downstairs to the first floor|University Academic Building]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/third_floor.jpg"/> I make my way up the stairs to the third floor, feeling the quiet atmosphere deepen. The third floor is less busy than the lower levels, and the air feels still. The polished floors continue, and the lighting is slightly dimmer, with fewer students passing through. As I step onto the landing, I see the familiar numbered doors. Classroom 301 is on the left, and Classroom 302 is on the right. The only way to go from here is back down the stairs to the second floor. <ul> <li>[[Enter Classroom 301|University Classroom 301]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 302|University Classroom 302]]</li> <li>[[Enter Classroom 303|University Classroom 303]]</li> <li>[[Head back downstairs to the second floor|University Academic Second Floor]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/vending.jpg"/> I decide to buy a bottle of spring water from the vending machine. With a quiet thud, the machine dispenses the bottle, and I reach in to grab it. The plastic is cool against my fingers, droplets of condensation covering its surface, making it feel even more refreshing before I take a sip. I twist the cap open, the sound of the seal breaking softly fills the air. Bringing the bottle to my lips, I take a long sip of the crisp, clear water. The cool liquid soothes my thirst, each gulp fresh and revitalizing. It's a simple pleasure, but after a moment, I feel more energized and ready to continue. As I finish the drink, the gentle hum of the vending machine fades into the background, leaving just the refreshing sensation of the water lingering. <<set $money -= 1>> [[Finish your water and return to the lobby|University Academic Building]]

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/vending.jpg"/> I decide to buy a can of soda from the vending machine. With a soft clunk, the machine releases the can, and I bend down to retrieve it. The metal feels cold in my hand, and tiny droplets of condensation bead on its surface, promising a refreshing drink. I pop the tab with a satisfying hiss, the carbonation releasing in a burst of fizz. Lifting the can to my lips, I take a long sip, the cool, sugary liquid tingling on my tongue as the bubbles dance in my mouth. The soda is sweet and crisp, with just the right amount of carbonation to give me a quick pick-me-up. As I drink, the soft hum of the vending machine fades away, leaving only the fizz of the soda and the cool sensation lingering on my palate. <<set $money -= 2>> [[Finish your soda and return to the lobby|University Academic Building]]

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/vending.jpg"/> I decide to buy a protein bar from the vending machine. With a soft thud, the machine dispenses the bar, and I reach in to grab it. The wrapper crinkles as I tear it open, revealing the dense, chocolate-coated snack inside. Taking a bite, I immediately notice the chewy texture and the rich flavor of the chocolate. The bar is filling, with a subtle hint of nuts and oats, making it a satisfying and convenient snack. Each bite provides a balanced mix of sweetness and nutrition, giving me a much-needed energy boost. As I finish the last piece, the soft hum of the vending machine becomes a distant noise, and I feel refreshed and ready to continue. <<set $money -= 3>> [[Finish your protein bar and return to the lobby|University Academic Building]]

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/vending.jpg"/> I decide to buy a chocolate bar from the vending machine. With a gentle thud, the machine dispenses the bar, and I quickly grab it. The wrapper crinkles in my hands, and the familiar sweet aroma wafts up as I peel it open. Taking a bite, I savor the smooth, creamy chocolate melting in my mouth. Each piece is rich and indulgent, with just the right amount of sweetness to satisfy my craving. The slight crunch of the cocoa bits adds a delightful texture, making it a truly enjoyable treat. As I relish the chocolate, the gentle hum of the vending machine fades into the background, leaving only the delightful taste lingering on my palate. <<set $money -= 2>> [[Finish your chocolate bar and return to the lobby|University Academic Building]]

<img src="img/locations/university/academic_building/vending.jpg"/> I decide to buy a pack of chips from the vending machine. With a satisfying clunk, the machine releases the bag, and I eagerly reach in to grab it. The crinkly packaging feels familiar in my hands, and I can already hear the tempting crunch of the chips inside. As I tear open the bag, the salty aroma wafts out, making my mouth water in anticipation. I reach in and grab a chip, feeling its crisp texture against my fingertips. Taking a bite, the satisfying crunch resonates as the flavor bursts in my mouth. The saltiness is perfectly balanced, and each chip is a delightful snack that keeps me coming back for more. As I indulge in the chips, the soft hum of the vending machine becomes a distant sound, replaced by the satisfying crunch and flavor of my snack. <<set $money -= 3>> [[Finish your chips and return to the lobby|University Academic Building]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/inside_cafeteria.jpg"/> I approach the cafeteria counter, greeted by the delicious scents wafting from the food stations. The menu is diverse, and I take a moment to peruse my options before deciding what to order. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/chicken_teriyaki.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Chicken Teriyaki"/> <<if $money >= 10>> [[Order Chicken Teriyaki with Rice ($10.00)|Order Chicken Teriyaki]] <<else>> Chicken Teriyaki with Rice ($10.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/spaghetti_meat_sauce.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Spaghetti with Meat Sauce"/> <<if $money >= 8>> [[Order Spaghetti with Meat Sauce ($8.00)|Order Spaghetti]] <<else>> Spaghetti with Meat Sauce ($8.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/chili.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Chili"/> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Order Chili with Beans ($7.00)|Order Chili]] <<else>> Chili with Beans ($7.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/quesadilla.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Cheese and Vegetable Quesadilla"/> <<if $money >= 6>> [[Order Cheese and Vegetable Quesadilla ($6.00)|Order Quesadilla]] <<else>> Cheese and Vegetable Quesadilla ($6.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/beef_burger.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Beef Burger"/> <<if $money >= 9>> [[Order Beef Burger ($9.00)|Order Beef Burger]] <<else>> Beef Burger ($9.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/pepperoni_pizza.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Pepperoni Pizza"/> <<if $money >= 5>> [[Order a Slice of Pepperoni Pizza ($5.00)|Order Pizza University]] <<else>> Slice of Pepperoni Pizza ($5.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/greek_salad.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Greek Salad"/> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Order Greek Salad ($7.00)|Order Greek Salad]] <<else>> Greek Salad ($7.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/lasagna.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Lasagna"/> <<if $money >= 8>> [[Order a Piece of Lasagna ($8.00)|Order Lasagna]] <<else>> Piece of Lasagna ($8.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/pad_thai.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Pad Thai"/> <<if $money >= 9>> [[Order Thai Pad Thai ($9.00)|Order Pad Thai]] <<else>> Thai Pad Thai ($9.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/dishes/pumpkin_soup.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" alt="Pumpkin Soup"/> <<if $money >= 6>> [[Order Creamy Pumpkin Soup ($6.00)|Order Pumpkin Soup]] <<else>> Creamy Pumpkin Soup ($6.00) - I don't have enough money to order this dish. <</if>> </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the cafeteria|University Cafeteria]]

<img src="img/locations/university/store/inside_store.jpg"/> I take a moment to browse the items available for sale, my gaze drifting over the neatly stocked shelves filled with various products that catch my interest. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine"))>> <<if $money >= 7>> [[Buy a fashion magazine ($7)|US Buy Fashion Magazine]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $7) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a fashion magazine. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Face Cream"))>> <<if $money >= 10>> [[Buy a face cream ($10)|US Buy Face Cream]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $10) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a face cream. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide"))>> <<if $money >= 20>> [[Buy a public speaking guide ($20)|US Buy Speech Guide]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $20) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought a public speaking guide. <</if>> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <<if !($inventory.includes("Pepper Spray"))>> <<if $money >= 15>> [[Buy pepper spray ($15)|US Buy Pepper Spray]] <<else>> Not enough money (Cost: $15) <</if>> <<else>> I already bought pepper spray. <</if>> </div></div><ul> <li>[[Buy Junk Food for $3|US Buy Junk Food]]</li> <li>[[Buy a Regular Meal for $12|US Buy Regular Meal]]</li> <li>[[Leave the store|University Area]]</li> </ul>

I take a moment to browse through the shelves, my fingers brushing over the spines of the books until one catches my eye. I carefully pull it out, intrigued by the title and cover. <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;"> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/social_psychology.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Social Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior"|Social Psychology]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/modern_literature.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Modern Literature: A Critical Perspective"|Modern Literature]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/programming.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Programming Fundamentals: A Practical Approach"|Programming Fundamentals]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/history_of_art.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "History of Art: From Ancient to Modern"|History of Art]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/gender_studies.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Gender Studies: A Comprehensive Guide"|Gender Studies]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/public_speaking.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Public Speaking: Techniques for Success"|Public Speaking]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/sexology.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Sexology: Understanding Human Sexuality"|Sexology]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/japanese_language.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Japanese Language: A Comprehensive Guide"|Japanese Language]] </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;"> <img src="img/locations/university/library/books/physical_education.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" /> [[Read "Physical Education: Health and Wellness"|Physical Education]] </div> </div> [[Change your mind and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/room_96_interior.jpg"/> I'm in my room, number 96, feeling the comfort of my personal space surround me. The room is small but cozy, with a single bed neatly made in the corner and a desk covered in notes, books, and a few personal items scattered across it. The soft glow of the desk lamp casts a warm light over the space, creating a peaceful atmosphere. I sit down for a moment, enjoying the quiet solitude after the lively dormitory halls. The faint scent of my favorite air freshener still lingers in the air, blending with the subtle perfume of the flowers on my windowsill. The view from the window opens up to a small courtyard below, where students occasionally pass by, adding a touch of life to the otherwise serene scene. I take a deep breath, feeling at ease in my own little corner of the world. <ul> <<if $inventory.includes("Laptop")>><li>[[Use the laptop|Use Laptop]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Rest for a while|Rest in Room]]</li> <li>[[Go to sleep|Sleep in 96 Room]]</li> <li>[[Leave the room|Inside Women's Dormitory]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/quiet_spot.jpg"/> I wander through the park, seeking a tranquil spot to sit and gather my thoughts. After a short stroll, I discover a secluded bench nestled beneath a tall oak tree, its branches casting gentle shadows on the ground. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant laughter of students create a soothing background melody. I settle onto the bench, feeling the coolness of the wood beneath me. The air is fresh, carrying the delicate scent of blooming flowers nearby. As I sit back, I take a moment to appreciate the serene beauty around me. The vibrant colors of the flowers, the lush green grass, and the playful squirrels add to the charm of this hidden corner of the park. It's the perfect place to unwind and reflect. I close my eyes for a brief moment, letting the gentle breeze wash over me, feeling the stress of the day begin to melt away. Here, in this quiet spot, I can simply be, allowing my mind to wander freely. <ul> <li>[[Leave the park|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/public_park_run.jpg"/> I lace up my running shoes and start my jog through the University Public Park. The path beneath my feet feels solid and reassuring, each step propelling me forward into the vibrant surroundings. The fresh air fills my lungs, invigorating me as I pick up my pace. The lush greenery blurs past as I focus on the rhythm of my breath and the steady beat of my heart. I can hear the distant laughter of students and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, adding to the lively atmosphere around me. As I run, I take in the beauty of the park—the vibrant flowerbeds bursting with color and the towering trees that sway gently above. I feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration, each stride carrying away the stresses of university life. <<if $parkRunUsage < 5>><<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>><<set $parkRunUsage = $parkRunUsage + 1>><</if>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>> After a while, I slow my pace, feeling the satisfying burn in my muscles and a rush of endorphins. It's a refreshing break, reminding me of the joy of movement and the beauty of my surroundings. <ul> <li>[[Cool down and stretch|University Park Stretch]]</li> <li>[[Leave the park|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/park/public_park_stretch.jpg"/> After my invigorating run, I find a quiet spot on the soft grass to cool down and stretch. The gentle breeze brushes against my skin as I take a moment to breathe deeply, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. I sit on the ground, extending my legs in front of me. As I reach for my toes, I feel the satisfying stretch in my hamstrings, releasing the tension built up during my run. I hold the position for a few breaths, focusing on relaxing my muscles. Next, I shift into a seated butterfly stretch, pressing the soles of my feet together and gently pushing my knees toward the ground. The stretch in my inner thighs feels good, and I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of the park around me. As I continue my stretches, I hear the faint sounds of laughter and chatter from nearby students, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves above. I feel grateful for this moment of calm, allowing myself to fully relax after my workout. Finally, I rise to my feet, feeling refreshed and ready to continue my day. <ul> <li>[[Leave the park|University Area]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/counter.jpg"/> I grab a tray and approach the counter, ready to place my order. I ask the woman behind the counter for a Chicken Teriyaki with Rice. She smiles and quickly serves me a generous portion, the aroma wafting up from the plate making my mouth water. The chicken glistens with a sweet and savory sauce, served atop a bed of fluffy rice. After paying her $10, I carry my tray to a nearby table, eager to dig in. I take a moment to appreciate the meal before me: the chicken looks perfectly cooked, and the rice is fluffy and fragrant. As I take my first bite, the flavors burst in my mouth—tender chicken combined with the rich teriyaki sauce makes for a satisfying experience. I savor each bite, feeling pleasantly full as I finish my meal. Once done, I gather my things and take my tray to the designated area for dirty dishes, setting it down with a sense of contentment. With a satisfied sigh, I leave the cafeteria, ready for whatever comes next. <<set $money -= 10>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/counter.jpg"/> I take my tray and approach the counter, scanning the menu for something satisfying. My eyes land on the Spaghetti with Meat Sauce, and I can’t resist. I place my order with the friendly woman behind the counter, who quickly serves me a generous portion of steaming spaghetti topped with a rich, savory meat sauce. After handing her $8, I grab my tray and find a cozy spot at a nearby table. The aroma of the dish fills the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation. I take a moment to admire the meal: the spaghetti is perfectly al dente, and the meat sauce is thick and hearty, sprinkled with fresh herbs. As I take my first bite, the flavors blend beautifully, the savory sauce coating the pasta just right. I savor the comforting taste, enjoying every forkful. After finishing the last of my spaghetti, I feel pleasantly satisfied. Once I'm done, I gather my things and take my tray to the area for dirty dishes, setting it down with a sense of fulfillment. With a contented smile, I leave the cafeteria, ready for my next adventure. <<set $money -= 8>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/counter.jpg"/> I take my tray and make my way to the counter, eager to see what delicious offerings await. The warm aroma of spices fills the air, and I spot the Chili with Beans on the menu. It looks irresistible, so I place my order with the cheerful staff member behind the counter. She ladles a hearty portion of chili into a bowl, the rich red color glistening with flavor. After handing her $7, I grab my tray and head to an empty table, excitement bubbling within me. As I sit down, I take a moment to appreciate the chili before me: it’s thick and chunky, studded with plump beans and bits of meat, topped with a sprinkle of cheese that melts invitingly. I dive in, savoring the robust flavors and the perfect balance of spices that warm my palate. Each spoonful is a comforting embrace, and before I know it, I've polished off the bowl. With a satisfied sigh, I collect my empty bowl and tray, returning them to the designated area for dirty dishes. Feeling content and full, I leave the cafeteria with a smile on my face. <<set $money -= 7>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/counter.jpg"/> I walk up to the counter, my stomach growling in anticipation of a tasty meal. The vibrant colors of the Cheese and Vegetable Quesadilla catch my eye, and I can almost taste the melted cheese and fresh vegetables. I place my order with the friendly staff member, who expertly prepares the quesadilla. Once it's ready, she hands it to me with a smile, and I pay her $6 before grabbing my tray. Excited, I find a cozy spot at one of the tables and set my meal down in front of me. The quesadilla is perfectly golden brown, its crispy exterior promising a delightful crunch. As I take my first bite, the gooey cheese stretches enticingly, mingling with the sautéed vegetables. The flavors burst in my mouth, with hints of seasoning that elevate the dish. Each bite is satisfying and comforting, and I can’t help but smile at how delicious it is. After finishing my meal, I set my tray aside and take a moment to relish the experience. I then gather my empty plate and utensils, placing them in the area for dirty dishes before heading out of the cafeteria, feeling content and happy. <<set $money -= 6>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/counter.jpg"/> I approach the counter with eager anticipation, my mouth watering at the thought of a juicy Beef Burger. The staff member greets me warmly as I place my order. After a few moments, she hands me a perfectly cooked burger, its savory aroma wafting through the air. I pay her $9 and grab my tray, excitement bubbling inside me as I search for a free table. I finally settle down at a cozy corner table and set my meal in front of me. The Beef Burger looks mouthwatering, with a perfectly toasted bun cradling a thick, juicy patty. Fresh lettuce, ripe tomato slices, and a hint of onion peek out from underneath, all slathered with a creamy sauce that promises to enhance the flavors. I can’t resist taking a big bite, and as I do, the rich, meaty flavor of the burger bursts onto my palate. The crunch of the fresh vegetables complements the savory patty, making each mouthful a delight. After thoroughly enjoying my meal, I take a moment to appreciate the lingering taste before I finish. I carefully stack my empty plate and utensils on my tray and head over to the dirty dish area, placing them where they belong. With a satisfied smile, I leave the cafeteria, feeling full and happy. <<set $money -= 9>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/greek_salad.jpg"/> I approach the salad bar, feeling drawn to the vibrant colors and fresh ingredients. I order a Greek Salad, and the staff member carefully assembles my dish, adding crisp romaine lettuce, juicy tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, red onions, Kalamata olives, and crumbled feta cheese. After paying $7, I grab my tray and scan the cafeteria for a place to sit. Spotting an open table by the window, I make my way over and set my meal down, eager to dig in. The salad looks refreshing and inviting, the colors bright and appetizing. I take my fork and dig in, relishing the combination of flavors. The creamy feta cheese pairs perfectly with the tangy olives and the crunch of the fresh vegetables, creating a delightful medley that dances on my palate. Each bite is light yet satisfying, making me feel good about my choice. Once I finish the last bite, I set down my fork and take a moment to enjoy the ambiance of the cafeteria. After cleaning up my area, I stack my plate on my tray and head to the dirty dish area, placing it where it belongs. With a sense of satisfaction, I leave the cafeteria, ready to tackle the rest of my day. <<set $money -= 7>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/lasagna.jpg"/> I approach the counter, where the delicious aroma of freshly baked lasagna fills the air. I order a piece, and the staff member expertly cuts a generous portion, layering it with rich marinara sauce, melted cheese, and hearty ground beef. After paying $8, I take my tray and look for a place to sit. I spot an empty table near the corner and make my way over, carefully balancing my tray as I navigate through the bustling cafeteria. Once seated, I take a moment to appreciate the steaming piece of lasagna in front of me. The golden cheese bubbles invitingly, and I can't wait to take my first bite. I cut into it, revealing the layers of pasta, meat, and sauce that meld together perfectly. The first bite is heavenly, the savory flavors combining to create a comforting meal. Each mouthful is rich and satisfying, warming me from the inside out. I savor the taste, enjoying the ambiance of laughter and conversation surrounding me. After finishing the last bite, I take a moment to relax, enjoying the contentment that comes from a good meal. Once I'm done, I stack my tray and head to the dirty dish area, placing it with a sense of fulfillment. With a satisfied smile, I leave the cafeteria, ready for whatever comes next. <<set $money -= 8>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/pad_thai.jpg"/> I approach the cafeteria counter, where the enticing smell of Thai spices draws me in. I decide to order a plate of Pad Thai, a popular dish known for its stir-fried rice noodles, tofu, and vibrant flavors. The staff member quickly prepares my order, tossing the noodles in a hot pan with a savory sauce, crunchy bean sprouts, and fresh green onions. After a moment, she places a generous portion on my tray, garnishing it with crushed peanuts and lime wedges. After paying $9, I navigate through the lively cafeteria, searching for a spot to sit. I find an empty table by the window and settle down, eagerly anticipating the first taste of my meal. As I take a forkful of the Pad Thai, the explosion of flavors hits me: the sweetness of the sauce, the crunch of the peanuts, and the slight tang of lime all blend beautifully. Each bite transports me to a street food stall in Thailand, the vibrant tastes making my taste buds dance. I enjoy my meal while listening to the lively chatter around me, feeling content and satisfied. Once I've savored every last bite, I take a moment to relish the warmth of the dish before cleaning up. I stack my tray and return it to the dirty dish area, leaving the cafeteria with a full stomach and a smile on my face. <<set $money -= 9>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/pumpkin_soup.jpg"/> I approach the counter, where the comforting aroma of various dishes wafts through the air. Today, I decide to treat myself to a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup. The staff member ladles a generous portion into a bowl, the rich, orange color glistening under the cafeteria lights. She places a slice of crusty bread on the side, perfect for dipping. After paying $6, I take my tray and scan the bustling cafeteria for a place to sit. I find a cozy spot near the window, where the sunlight filters in, casting a warm glow over my meal. I take a moment to admire the soup's velvety texture before dipping the bread into it. The first spoonful is a delightful combination of spices and creaminess, the pumpkin flavor warming me from the inside out. As I enjoy each bite, I listen to the lively conversations around me, feeling a sense of community and contentment. Once I've savored every last drop of the soup and finished the bread, I take a deep breath, appreciating the comforting meal. After cleaning up my area, I stack my tray and return it to the dirty dish area, leaving the cafeteria feeling satisfied and ready for the rest of my day. <<set $money -= 6>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<img src="img/locations/university/cafeteria/pizza_counter.jpg"/> I make my way to the pizza counter, drawn in by the delicious aroma of freshly baked Pepperoni Pizza. I eagerly place my order, and the staff member hands me a generous slice, its gooey cheese and spicy pepperoni glistening in the light. I pay her $5 and grab my tray, excitement building as I search for a place to sit. Finding a cozy table near the window, I settle in and set my meal down in front of me. The slice looks irresistible, with a perfectly crisp crust and the vibrant red of the pepperoni peeking through the bubbling cheese. I can hardly wait as I take my first bite, and the flavors explode in my mouth. The savory pepperoni mingles beautifully with the rich tomato sauce and melted cheese, creating a comforting and satisfying experience. After savoring each bite and feeling pleasantly full, I finish my slice and wipe my mouth. I stack my plate and any utensils on my tray and head over to the dirty dish area, placing them where they belong. With a contented smile, I leave the cafeteria, satisfied after a delicious meal. <<set $money -= 5>> [[Leave the cafeteria|University Area]]

<<set $money -= 7>><<if $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Fashion Magazine")>><</if>><img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/> I pick up the latest issue of a fashion magazine and flip through its glossy pages, filled with style advice and trends. After paying $7, I slip the magazine into my bag, feeling a bit more fashionable already. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<<set $money -= 10>><<set $attractiveness = $attractiveness + 1>><<if $inventory.includes("Face Cream") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Face Cream")>><</if>><img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/> I spot a sleek tube of face cream on the shelf and decide to pick it up. After paying $10, I slip it into my bag, feeling like I’m taking a small step toward better skincare. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<<set $money -= 20>><<if $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Public Speaking Guide")>><</if>><img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/> I notice a well-designed public speaking guide on the shelf, promising tips to enhance communication skills. After paying $20, I place the guide into my bag, eager to improve my presentation abilities. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<<set $money -= 15>><<if $inventory.includes("Pepper Spray") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Pepper Spray")>><</if>><img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/> I spot a small canister of pepper spray, compact and easy to carry. After paying $15, I slip the pepper spray into my bag, feeling a bit safer for having it with me. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/><<set $money -= 3>><<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Junk Food")>><<set $junkFood = 1>><<else>><<set $junkFood += 1>><</if>> I buy some Junk Food and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $junkFood>> Junk Food. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<img src="img/locations/university/store/checkout.jpg"/><<set $money -= 12>><<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") is false>><<set $inventory.push("Regular Meal")>><<set $regularMeal = 1>><<else>><<set $regularMeal += 1>><</if>> I buy a Regular Meal and add it to my inventory. I now have <<print $regularMeal>> Regular Meals. [[Return to the store|Inside Local Store]]

<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop_night.jpg"/> My eyes feel heavy from staring at the screen for so long. It's late, the room is quiet, and I know I should probably get some rest. [[Turn off the computer|Room 96]] <<else>><img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I power up my laptop, the familiar hum of the machine filling the room with a comforting sound. As the screen flickers to life, its soft glow washes over me, making the space feel a little less lonely. I settle into my chair, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to dive into whatever the digital world has in store for me. <ul> <li>[[Visit the university website|96 University Website]]</li> <li>[[Take an online course|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Watch some porn|96 Watch Porn]]</li> <li>[[Check your email|96 Check Email]]</li> <li>[[Return to the room|Room 96]]</li> </ul> <</if>>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/sleep.jpg"/> I go to sleep and wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, ready to take on the day ahead. [[Get out of bed|Room 96]] <<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <<set $currentTime = 0>> <<set $drunkenness = 0>> <<set $dayNumber += 1>> <<set $rentPaid = false>>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I navigate to the online course platform, excited by the range of subjects available for study. The interface is user-friendly, displaying various courses with enticing descriptions, each priced at $20. I scroll through the list, considering the options that align with my interests and academic goals. <ul> <li>[[Take "Social Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior"|96 Online Course: Social Psychology]]</li> <li>[[Take "Modern Literature: A Critical Perspective"|96 Online Course: Modern Literature]]</li> <li>[[Take "Programming Fundamentals: A Practical Approach"|96 Online Course: Programming Fundamentals]]</li> <li>[[Take "History of Art: From Ancient to Modern"|96 Online Course: History of Art]]</li> <li>[[Take "Gender Studies: A Comprehensive Guide"|96 Online Course: Gender Studies]]</li> <li>[[Take "Public Speaking: Techniques for Success"|96 Online Course: Public Speaking]]</li> <li>[[Take "Japanese Language: A Comprehensive Guide"|96 Online Course: Japanese Language]]</li> <li>[[Take "Sexology: Understanding Human Sexuality"|96 Online Course: Sexology]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I navigate to the university website, the familiar layout and colors filling the screen. The site is full of useful information for students, but my main focus is to check the schedule or leave the page for now. <ul> <li>[[Check the schedule|96 University Schedule]]</li> <li>[[Close the website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I open my email inbox, scanning through the usual mix of university updates, promotional offers, and unread messages. Nothing particularly stands out at the moment, but it's always a good habit to keep things organized. <ul> <li>[[Close your email|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I open a familiar porn site, the explicit images and videos quickly loading onto the screen. A surge of excitement runs through me, but I can decide whether to indulge or close the site for now. <ul> <li>[[Masturbate|96 Masturbate]]</li> <li>[[Close the porn site|Room 96]]</li> </ul> <<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I check my class schedule for the week, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety for the upcoming lessons. Here’s what I have planned: <ul> <li>Monday: Social Psychology in Room 101</li> <li>Monday: Modern Literature in Room 201</li> <li>Tuesday: Programming in Room 301</li> <li>Tuesday: History of Art in Room 303</li> <li>Wednesday: Gender Studies in Room 102</li> <li>Wednesday: Public Speaking in Room 202</li> <li>Thursday: Foreign Language (Japanese) in Room 103</li> <li>Thursday: Sexology in Room 203</li> <li>Friday: Physical Education in the Sports Complex</li> </ul> Feeling organized, I close the schedule and prepare for my next activities. <ul> <li>[[Close the schedule|Room 96]]</li> </ul>

<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\university\dormitory\laptop\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I turn on the porn, watching as the explicit scenes fill the screen. My heart races a little as I adjust the laptop in front of me, the soft glow of the screen illuminating my skin. I slip my hand between my legs, spreading them wider, feeling the heat rise inside me. My fingers start moving slowly at first, teasing, as I watch the action unfold. The intensity builds with every passing second, my breath quickening as I get lost in the pleasure. My body responds instinctively, hips rocking gently against my hand. I focus on the sensations, the growing warmth, the pulsing rhythm. Soon, I lose control, my back arching as I reach the peak. I let out a soft moan as the wave of pleasure washes over me, my muscles tensing before finally relaxing in the aftermath. <<set $arousal = 0>> With a deep breath, I close the porn site, wiping the screen clean of any lingering evidence. I take a moment to freshen up, straightening my clothes and running a hand through my hair before standing up from the bed, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and calm. <ul> <li>[[Return to the room|Room 96]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Social Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Social Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior." The pages are filled with insightful discussions on how our thoughts, feelings, and behaviors are influenced by the social environment around us. As I read, I can feel my mind engaging with the material, eager to grasp the intricate dynamics of human interactions. The chapters explore fascinating topics like conformity, group dynamics, and the power of societal norms. I find myself reflecting on personal experiences that relate to these concepts, drawing connections between theory and real life. The words come alive, and I become immersed in understanding how our social contexts shape who we are. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $socialPsychologyRead < 5>><<set $socialPsychology += 5>><<set $socialPsychologyRead += 1>><</if>> Time slips away as I delve deeper into the text, and I feel my intellect expanding with each page I turn, enriching my perspective on human behavior. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Modern Literature: A Critical Perspective</h2> I settle into a cozy armchair in a secluded corner of the library and open the book titled "Modern Literature: A Critical Perspective." The pages are filled with thought-provoking analyses of key literary works from the modern era, offering insights into the cultural and historical contexts that shaped them. As I read, I feel a sense of excitement to engage with the material, eager to explore the complexities of contemporary literature. The chapters delve into the lives and motivations of influential authors, examining their unique styles and the themes that resonate throughout their works. I find myself contemplating how societal changes and personal experiences inform their narratives, drawing parallels between the literature and the world around me. Time seems to evaporate as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my understanding deepening with every page I turn, enriching my appreciation for the literary craft. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $modernLiteratureRead < 5>><<set $modernLiterature += 5>><<set $modernLiteratureRead += 1>><</if>> I lose track of time, captivated by the stories and critiques within, and I feel my intellect broadening as I navigate through the nuances of modern literature. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Programming Fundamentals: A Practical Approach</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Programming Fundamentals: A Practical Approach." The pages are filled with clear explanations and practical examples that demystify the concepts of programming, making it accessible for beginners. As I read, I can feel my enthusiasm growing as I engage with the material, eager to understand the foundations of coding. The chapters cover essential topics such as variables, control structures, and data types, each accompanied by hands-on exercises to reinforce learning. I find myself jotting down notes and working through examples in my mind, excited by the prospect of applying these concepts in real-world scenarios. Time slips away as I delve deeper into the text, and I feel my skills developing with each page I turn, empowering me to tackle programming challenges with confidence. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $programmingRead < 5>><<set $programming += 5>><<set $programmingRead += 1>><</if>> The more I read, the more I realize how programming is a valuable tool that can unlock new possibilities in my academic and professional journey. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>History of Art: From Ancient to Modern</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "History of Art: From Ancient to Modern." The pages are filled with stunning illustrations and insightful commentary that trace the evolution of art across different cultures and epochs. As I read, I feel a sense of wonder and curiosity as I engage with the material, eager to discover the stories behind the masterpieces. The chapters explore pivotal movements such as the Renaissance, Baroque, and Impressionism, highlighting the artists who shaped these periods and their contributions to the world of art. I find myself captivated by the detailed analyses of iconic works, learning how they reflect the societal values and philosophies of their time. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my appreciation for art deepening with every page I turn, enriching my understanding of its historical significance. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $historyOfArtRead < 5>><<set $historyOfArt += 5>><<set $historyOfArtRead += 1>><</if>> The more I delve into the history of art, the more I realize how it connects us to our past and shapes our cultural identity. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Gender Studies: A Comprehensive Guide</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Gender Studies: A Comprehensive Guide." The pages are filled with in-depth analyses and discussions that explore the complex dynamics of gender and its intersection with culture, identity, and power. As I read, I feel a sense of engagement as I delve into the material, eager to understand the nuances of gender theory and its real-world implications. The chapters cover key topics such as gender identity, representation, and activism, each supported by case studies and critical perspectives. I find myself reflecting on societal norms and my own experiences, drawing connections between theory and the everyday realities of gendered lives. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my awareness of gender issues expanding with every page I turn, enriching my perspective on social justice and equality. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $genderStudiesRead < 5>><<set $genderStudies += 5>><<set $genderStudiesRead += 1>><</if>> The more I engage with the material, the more I realize the importance of understanding gender in today's world and the ways it shapes our interactions and communities. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Public Speaking: Techniques for Success</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Public Speaking: Techniques for Success." The pages are filled with practical tips and strategies for delivering effective speeches and presentations. As I read, I feel a surge of motivation, eager to enhance my communication skills and connect with my audience. The chapters cover essential topics such as overcoming stage fright, structuring a compelling speech, and using body language effectively. I find myself taking notes on key techniques, picturing myself applying these skills in real-life situations. The author's insights resonate with me, and I appreciate the emphasis on authenticity and engagement. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my confidence in public speaking growing with each page I turn, enriching my ability to express my ideas clearly and persuasively. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $publicSpeakingRead < 5>><<set $publicSpeaking += 5>><<set $publicSpeakingRead += 1>><</if>> The more I engage with the material, the more I recognize the importance of effective communication in both personal and professional settings. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Sexology: Understanding Human Sexuality</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Sexology: Understanding Human Sexuality." The pages are filled with comprehensive insights into the complexities of human sexuality, including biological, psychological, and sociocultural perspectives. As I read, I feel a growing awareness of the diverse factors that influence sexual behavior and identity. The chapters delve into fascinating topics like sexual orientation, gender identity, and the impact of societal norms on sexual expression. I find myself reflecting on my own experiences and societal perceptions, drawing connections between theory and real-life scenarios. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my understanding of sexuality deepening with each page I turn, enriching my perspective on human relationships and intimacy. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $sexologyRead < 5>><<set $sexology += 5>><<set $sexologyRead += 1>><</if>> The more I engage with the material, the more I appreciate the importance of open discussions around sexuality in fostering acceptance and understanding. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Physical Education: Health and Wellness</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Physical Education: Health and Wellness." The pages are filled with insightful discussions on the importance of physical activity, nutrition, and overall wellness for a balanced lifestyle. As I read, I feel inspired to prioritize my health and embrace a more active lifestyle. The chapters explore various topics, including exercise techniques, the benefits of teamwork in sports, and strategies for maintaining mental well-being. I find myself jotting down tips for workouts and considering how to incorporate more physical activity into my daily routine. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my knowledge of health and fitness expanding with each page I turn, enriching my understanding of the vital connection between body and mind. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $physicalEducationRead < 5>><<set $physicalEducation += 5>><<set $physicalEducationRead += 1>><</if>> The more I engage with the material, the more I recognize the role of physical education in promoting lifelong health and wellness. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/library/read.jpg"/> <h2>Japanese Language: A Comprehensive Guide</h2> I settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled "Japanese Language: A Comprehensive Guide." The pages are filled with detailed explanations of grammar, vocabulary, and cultural nuances essential for mastering the Japanese language. As I read, I feel a sense of excitement about expanding my linguistic abilities and understanding a rich culture. The chapters cover vital topics such as pronunciation, sentence structure, and common expressions, along with practical exercises to reinforce my learning. I find myself practicing the characters and phrases, envisioning conversations in Japanese and how they would sound. Time slips away as I immerse myself in the text, and I feel my proficiency in Japanese growing with each page I turn, enriching my appreciation for the language and its complexities. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<if $foreignLanguageJapaneseRead < 5>><<set $foreignLanguageJapanese += 5>><<set $foreignLanguageJapaneseRead += 1>><</if>> The more I engage with the material, the more I understand the importance of language as a gateway to connecting with others and exploring new perspectives. <ul> <li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Inside Science Library]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Social Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior." After confirming my enrollment, I settle in, ready to immerse myself in the fascinating world of social psychology. The course begins with an engaging video lecture that outlines the key concepts of the subject. I learn about the influence of social contexts on behavior, the psychology of group dynamics, and the effects of conformity and persuasion. The instructor presents case studies and real-world applications that make the material relatable and thought-provoking. As I progress through the modules, I take notes diligently, jotting down important theories and experiments that highlight human behavior in various social settings. The interactive quizzes at the end of each section challenge my understanding, and I find myself eagerly applying what I learn to my own experiences. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $socialPsychologyCourses < 5>><<set $socialPsychology += 5>><<set $socialPsychologyCourses += 1>><</if>> After completing the course, I feel a sense of accomplishment and a deeper understanding of the social forces that shape our lives. My intellect has grown, and I am excited to share this newfound knowledge with others. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Modern Literature: A Critical Perspective." After confirming my enrollment, I prepare myself to explore the rich tapestry of modern literary works and their societal implications. The course kicks off with a thought-provoking video lecture that introduces key authors and movements of the modern era. I delve into the themes of existentialism, postmodernism, and the impact of historical events on literature. The instructor skillfully highlights various texts, encouraging critical analysis and discussion. As I move through the modules, I engage with diverse readings and participate in discussion forums with fellow students, sharing insights and interpretations of the literature. I find myself reflecting on the narratives and styles of influential writers, connecting their works to broader cultural contexts. The assignments challenge my analytical skills, pushing me to craft essays that dissect literary elements and thematic concerns. Each piece I write sharpens my understanding of modern literature, and I feel my appreciation for the craft deepen. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $modernLiteratureCourses < 5>><<set $modernLiterature += 5>><<set $modernLiteratureCourses += 1>><</if>> After completing the course, I am filled with a sense of accomplishment and a broadened perspective on literature's role in society. My intellect has expanded, and I am eager to explore even more literary treasures. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Programming Fundamentals: A Practical Approach." After confirming my enrollment, I'm excited to embark on this journey into the world of coding and software development. The course begins with an introductory video that covers the basics of programming languages, algorithms, and data structures. The instructor explains concepts in a clear and engaging manner, making it easy to grasp the foundational principles of programming. As I progress through the modules, I find myself writing code and solving problems through hands-on exercises. Each lesson includes practical examples that reinforce my learning, and I enjoy the challenge of debugging my code and optimizing solutions. Interactive quizzes test my understanding and allow me to apply what I've learned in real-time. I take meticulous notes and practice coding exercises, feeling more confident with each module I complete. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $programmingCourses < 5>><<set $programming += 5>><<set $programmingCourses += 1>><</if>> After finishing the course, I feel a sense of achievement and newfound skills in programming. My intellect has grown, and I look forward to applying these concepts in future projects. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "History of Art: From Ancient to Modern." After confirming my enrollment, I am eager to explore the evolution of artistic expression throughout the ages. The course kicks off with an engaging video lecture that introduces major art movements and their cultural significance. I learn about the masterpieces of ancient civilizations, the influence of the Renaissance, and the groundbreaking works of modern artists. As I delve deeper into the modules, I appreciate the intricate details of famous artworks, understanding the context in which they were created. The course includes virtual gallery tours and interactive elements that bring the art to life, allowing me to examine pieces from different angles. I take notes on key artists, styles, and historical events that have shaped the art world. The interactive quizzes challenge my knowledge and encourage me to think critically about the relationships between art and society. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $historyOfArtCourses < 5>><<set $historyOfArt += 5>><<set $historyOfArtCourses += 1>><</if>> Upon completing the course, I feel a sense of fulfillment and a deeper appreciation for the art that surrounds us. My intellect has expanded, and I look forward to sharing my insights with others. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Gender Studies: A Comprehensive Guide." After confirming my enrollment, I'm excited to delve into the complexities of gender identity, roles, and the societal structures that shape our understanding of gender. The course begins with a thought-provoking video lecture that outlines key concepts and theories in gender studies. I learn about the historical context of gender roles, the impact of feminism, and contemporary debates surrounding gender and sexuality. As I progress through the modules, I engage with various case studies that highlight the lived experiences of different gender identities. The material challenges my assumptions and encourages critical thinking about the intersectionality of gender with race, class, and sexuality. I diligently take notes on important theories and movements that have influenced gender studies, and the interactive quizzes test my understanding, pushing me to reflect on how these concepts manifest in everyday life. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $genderStudiesCourses < 5>><<set $genderStudies += 5>><<set $genderStudiesCourses += 1>><</if>> Completing the course leaves me with a sense of achievement and a broader perspective on gender issues in society. My intellect has grown, and I feel empowered to engage in discussions about gender and advocate for equality. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Public Speaking: Techniques for Success." After confirming my enrollment, I feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as I prepare to enhance my communication skills. The course kicks off with an inspiring video lecture that emphasizes the importance of effective public speaking in various aspects of life. I learn about techniques for overcoming stage fright, structuring presentations, and engaging an audience through storytelling and body language. As I move through the modules, I practice exercises that help me develop my speaking style. I take notes on key strategies, such as how to project confidence and manage anxiety. The interactive quizzes at the end of each section challenge my understanding and encourage me to apply these techniques in real-world scenarios. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $publicSpeakingCourses < 5>><<set $publicSpeaking += 5>><<set $publicSpeakingCourses += 1>><</if>> Completing the course fills me with a sense of accomplishment and newfound confidence in my speaking abilities. I’m excited to apply what I've learned and to improve my skills in future presentations. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Japanese Language: A Comprehensive Guide." After confirming my enrollment, I feel a wave of anticipation as I prepare to dive into this beautiful language. The course begins with an engaging introduction to the basics of Japanese, covering essential vocabulary and grammar. I learn about the different writing systems: Hiragana, Katakana, and Kanji, and I find myself excited to practice each one. The interactive lessons are filled with audio clips, helping me master pronunciation and intonation. As I progress through the modules, I diligently take notes and complete exercises that reinforce my understanding of sentence structure and everyday phrases. The quizzes at the end of each section are both challenging and rewarding, allowing me to track my progress and identify areas for improvement. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $foreignLanguageJapaneseCourses < 5>><<set $foreignLanguageJapanese += 5>><<set $foreignLanguageJapaneseCourses += 1>><</if>> Completing the course leaves me feeling accomplished and eager to continue practicing my Japanese skills. I'm excited about the possibility of conversing with native speakers in the future. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/university/dormitory/laptop.jpg"/> I decide to take the online course titled "Sexology: Understanding Human Sexuality." After confirming my enrollment, I am filled with curiosity and eagerness to explore the complexities of human sexuality. The course begins with an insightful introduction that covers the biological, psychological, and social aspects of sexuality. I learn about various sexual orientations, practices, and the importance of consent and communication in intimate relationships. The instructor presents a range of case studies that illustrate the diverse experiences people have regarding their sexuality. As I work through the modules, I take careful notes on topics such as sexual health, the impact of culture on sexual behavior, and the psychological factors influencing desire and attraction. Interactive discussions and quizzes help reinforce my understanding, and I appreciate the opportunity to reflect on my own beliefs and experiences. <<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $money -= 20>><<if $sexologyCourses < 5>><<set $sexology += 5>><<set $sexologyCourses += 1>><</if>> Upon completing the course, I feel a sense of empowerment and a deeper understanding of the diverse spectrum of human sexuality. I am excited to apply this knowledge in my personal and academic life. <ul> <li>[[Return to the online course platform|96 Online Courses]]</li> <li>[[Close the online course website|Use Laptop]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/suburbs/airport/airport_interior.jpg"/> As I step into the airport, the atmosphere is both bustling and organized. The high ceilings and large glass windows flood the terminal with natural light, giving the space a modern and open feel. Travelers rush by with their luggage, the sound of rolling suitcases and distant announcements filling the air. I glance around, taking in the various signs leading to gates, check-in counters, and security checkpoints. The smell of coffee drifts from a nearby café, while digital flight boards display the arrivals and departures. The environment feels transient, a place where people come and go, always on the move. <ul> <li>[[Leave the airport and return to the city|Suburbs]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/business/business_hotel/business_hotel.jpg"/> I walk into the business-class hotel "Pinnacle Suites," and the elegant lobby greets me with a sense of luxury and professionalism. The decor features a modern design with sleek furniture, soft ambient lighting, and large windows that allow natural light to flood the space. A polished marble reception desk stands at the front, where a friendly staff member smiles and offers assistance. The air is infused with a subtle fragrance, creating a welcoming atmosphere. Nearby, comfortable seating areas invite guests to relax or conduct informal meetings over coffee. Digital screens display the latest news and hotel information, while stylish art pieces adorn the walls, adding a touch of sophistication to the environment. Guests bustle about, some checking in or out, while others engage in conversations or work on laptops at nearby tables. The overall ambiance conveys a sense of efficiency and comfort, making it an ideal place for business travelers to unwind after a long day. <ul> <li>[[Leave the hotel|Business District]]</li> </ul>

<h2>University Walkthrough</h2> <ol> <li>Head to the University Area; you can get there by subway or taxi.</li> <li>Enter the University Main Building.</li> <li>Complete the medical examination (you can do this at the university or go to the City Center to have the medical exam at City Hospital).</li> <li>Go to the University Main Building and take the entrance exam. If you don't pass, you can retake it. If your intellect is above 15, you'll see the correct answers. If your corruption is above 15, you’ll have the option to cheat on the exam.</li> <li>Once you've completed the medical examination and passed the exam, return to the University Main Building the next day to enroll. (If you cheated on the exam, the enrollment process will be slightly different). After you're enrolled in the university, all locations in the University Area will be unlocked.</li> </ol> <<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>>

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak_home.jpg"/> I hesitantly clear my throat and look at him, trying to find the right words. "Victor, here's the thing... I'm having some money troubles this month," I admit awkwardly, feeling the weight of my words in the small kitchen. Mr. Novak's expression shifts slightly, a mixture of amusement and disappointment. He lets out a sigh. "Why am I not surprised?" he says, shaking his head. "I’m beginning to regret renting out to you." Without waiting for a response, he casually reaches for one of the raspberries from the pastry I placed on the table. Pinching it between his fingers, he raises it to my lips. "Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low and firm. My heart races as I nervously part my lips. He pushes the raspberry into my mouth, his fingertips brushing against my skin as he withdraws them slowly. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Then, in a deliberate motion, he traces his finger along my lips, his touch lingering. "I could let it slide again," he says smoothly, his eyes locking with mine, "but you'd need to be a good girl and... take care of me." He leans back, crossing his arms, a smug smile playing on his lips. "So, what do you say?" he asks, pausing for effect. "Or would you rather pack your things and move out?" <ul> <li>[[Agree to be a 'good girl'|Novak Home BJ]]</li> <li>[[Tell him I’ll move out|PreferMoveOut]]</li> </ul>

I hesitate for a moment, my gaze lowering to the floor, trying to avoid the weight of his eyes. My throat feels dry as I manage to whisper, "I don’t want to move out... I’ll do what you ask." Mr. Novak’s grin widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leans back slightly in his chair, clearly pleased with my response. "That’s what I thought you'd say," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He slides closer to me, his hand snaking up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling gently in my hair. "You’re finally learning, huh? Being a good girl for once." His fingers tighten just enough to make me feel trapped as he pulls me toward him, his lips crashing onto mine in a forceful kiss. His mouth is rough and possessive, moving against mine with no hesitation. I can barely react, feeling his tongue pressing against my lips, demanding access. My lips part involuntarily, and his tongue slides inside, exploring with slow, deliberate strokes. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> While his mouth claims mine, his free hand begins working its way down the front of my blouse. With practiced ease, he flicks open the first button, then the second, his fingers grazing my skin. I shiver under his touch, my breath catching as he slowly pulls the fabric aside, exposing my bare chest. His eyes flash with something darker as he looks down at my small breasts. "Hmm... not much to work with, but I guess it’ll do," he mutters, his hand moving to cup one of my breasts. His thumb brushes lazily over my nipple, sending a shiver of unease through me. He pinches it lightly, causing me to wince, then smirks at my reaction. "Too bad I didn’t rent the place to someone with a bit more to offer." His voice is low and mocking, but before I can even process the insult, his lips are back on mine, silencing me. His hand kneads my breast roughly while the other continues to play with my nipple. I feel my heart race, the room spinning slightly as the intensity of his touch overwhelms me. His tongue dominates the kiss, leaving me with little room to breathe or think. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\3.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Suddenly, he pulls back, his lips leaving mine with a wet sound, a string of saliva briefly connecting us before breaking. His eyes scan my half-exposed chest with approval, but his voice comes out as a command. "Stand up," he orders, his hand still resting heavily on my shoulder. "I want to see what else you’re hiding." I freeze for a moment, unsure whether to obey or refuse. His hand tightens on my shoulder as if to remind me who’s in charge. "Don’t make me repeat myself," he warns, his voice dripping with impatience. "Be a good girl and do what you're told." <ul> <li>[[Stand up from the table|Novak Home BJ 2]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak_home.jpg"/> I take a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I face Novak. "I’m not going to be your personal slut, sucking you off every time I can’t pay the rent," I say, my voice shaky but firm. Novak’s expression hardens, and he crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing in disdain. "Well, isn’t that just typical," he scoffs, shaking his head. "What a generation we’ve got now. You’re dumber than you look." He steps closer, his presence intimidating. "If you had the cash to pay for the damn rent, I wouldn’t even bother with any of this. I’d take your money and let you live here in peace, but no, you have to make it complicated." He clicks his tongue in annoyance, glancing around my apartment as if it's beneath him. "And by the way, I made you a good offer. You’re not going to find a cheaper place in this city, and now you're acting like I'm forcing you." His gaze bores into me, and there's a harsh edge in his voice. "Let me break it down for you one more time, for the slow learners," he says, his words dripping with sarcasm. "You’ve got three options: suck me off, pay up, or get the hell out of my apartment." I feel my heart racing, the weight of his ultimatum hanging in the air. He looks at me with a cold, expectant smirk, waiting for my decision. <ul> <li>[[Agree to suck him off|Novak Home BJ]]</li> <<if $money >= 500>><li>[[Pay 500 dollars for rent|PayRent Success]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Tell him I’m moving out|Move Out]]</li> </ul>

My heart pounds in my chest as I slowly rise from the table, feeling Novak’s eyes on me the entire time. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly, then gestures toward me with a lazy flick of his hand. "Now take off your blouse." I hesitate for only a second before my trembling fingers begin to work on the remaining buttons of my blouse. Each button feels heavier than the last as I struggle to keep my composure. I slide the fabric off my shoulders and let it fall onto the chair behind me. The room suddenly feels much colder against my bare skin, or maybe it’s just the weight of Novak’s gaze. He gets up from his seat and walks over, leaning casually against the kitchen cabinet, arms crossed over his chest. "Not bad," he mutters with a smirk. His eyes travel down my body, taking in every detail. Then his voice turns commanding again. "Now, come here and take off my shirt." I swallow hard, my hands shaking as I reach out toward him. I fumble with the top button of his shirt, struggling to keep my hands steady. The silence in the room is suffocating, punctuated only by the sound of each button slipping free from its hole. Novak’s eyes never leave me, watching intently as I finish unbuttoning his shirt. "On your knees," he orders bluntly, his voice sending a jolt of nervous energy through me. I drop down onto my knees before him, the hard kitchen floor digging into my skin. My hands reach for his zipper, but before I can get far, Novak scoffs, his tone dripping with irritation. "The belt first, you idiot," he snaps. "What are you, new to this?" <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Blushing furiously, I move my hands to his belt, working the buckle open with shaky fingers. I can feel his eyes on me, his impatience barely contained. Once the belt is undone, I lower the zipper of his pants and tug them down along with his underwear. His erection springs free, right in front of my face, making my pulse race faster. "Get to work," Novak says in a low, commanding voice, now fully taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. His eyes darken with expectation. I hesitate, my throat tight, but finally reach out with one hand, wrapping my fingers around him tentatively. His skin feels hot against my palm. I lean forward, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and then I take him into my mouth, feeling his size fill me. Novak lets out a grunt of satisfaction, his hand finding its way to the back of my head, guiding my movements. "That’s more like it," he mutters, his voice thick with approval. "Keep going, just like that." His hips press forward slightly, making it clear he’s in control. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\5.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> I try to follow his rhythm, my mouth moving over him as he groans above me. Every so often, he gives me little “instructions,” his voice teasing and dominant. "Deeper," he urges, his grip on my hair tightening. "You can do better than that." I can hear the satisfaction in his voice as he watches me struggle to keep up with him. <ul> <li>[[Keep sucking|Novak Home BJ 3]]</li> </ul>

I keep moving my mouth over him, trying to maintain a steady rhythm, when Novak lets out a low chuckle. "You're doing better than last time in the stairwell," he mocks, his fingers curling a little tighter in my hair. "Have you been practicing, girl? Maybe you've been bringing some of your boyfriends into my apartment, huh? Is that where you’ve been training your mouth?" His words sting, but I shake my head, trying to deny it, pulling him out of my mouth for just a moment. "No, it’s not like that, I—" I start, my voice shaky and breathless, but before I can finish, Novak's grip tightens in my hair, yanking me forward sharply. "Shut up," he growls, pushing my face down into his crotch. His sweat-dampened balls press against my skin, filling my senses with his musk. "You want to talk? How about you put that mouth of yours to better use and lick my balls instead." The harshness in his voice leaves no room for argument. My cheeks flush as I obediently extend my tongue, licking along the curve of his sack, tasting the salty sweat on my lips. His balls rub against my face, and I keep licking, listening to him mutter above me. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\6.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "That’s it, girl," he grunts approvingly, one hand now firmly gripping the back of my head, forcing me to stay in place. "You’re such a good little girl when you keep your mouth busy like this." His mocking tone is laced with satisfaction, and I can feel his cock twitching as I continue to lick. After a few moments, he gathers my hair into a tight fist, pulling it back so that I’m forced to look up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with amusement and something else, something more predatory. He tugs me forward again, this time pushing his cock back into my mouth. "Now, let’s get back to what you’re really here for," he commands, his voice low and rough. His hips begin to move, thrusting hard into my mouth. He doesn’t hold back, gripping my head with both hands now, guiding my movements as he pushes deeper into my throat. "You like this, don’t you?" Novak’s words come out between grunts, his hips bucking faster as he takes control. "I knew you’d come around, girl. You just needed a little training." <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\7.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> He continues thrusting, his pace quickening, each movement rougher than the last. I struggle to keep up, my lips stretching around his length as he uses my mouth. Novak doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. His hand tightens in my hair, and I can hear his breathing growing heavier as he approaches the edge. "That’s it... just like that," he growls, his voice thick with arousal. "You're gonna take it all, aren't you, girl?" <ul> <li>[[Keep sucking|Novak Home BJ 4]]</li> </ul>

After a few more deep thrusts, Novak suddenly pulls his cock out of my mouth, a smirk on his face. "Stick out your tongue," he commands, his voice rough with desire. I obey, hesitantly sticking my tongue out, my lips still wet from his movements. He grabs my chin with one hand, tilting my head back, forcing me to look up at him. His other hand strokes his cock rapidly. "Keep it right there, girl." His voice is low and commanding, and I don’t dare to move. It doesn't take long before he groans, and I feel the warm spurts of his cum splashing onto my face. I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut just in time, feeling the sticky fluid hit my eyelids, nose, and lips. It drips down my cheeks, landing on my exposed chest, staining my skin as it trickles lower. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\8.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> "Good girl," Novak mutters, his tone smug and satisfied. "Now, clean it up." He motions toward his cock, still covered in remnants of his release. I obediently lean forward, taking him into my mouth again, licking away every trace of his cum. My tongue works slowly over him, making sure he's spotless as I try to ignore the sticky mess still clinging to my face. Novak watches me intently, his expression unreadable. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img\events\entrance\novak\rent_two\9.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> Once I’ve finished, he steps back, pulling his pants up and fastening them. "Not bad," he says, adjusting his belt. "I’ll let you off the hook this month. No rent." Relief floods me, but it's quickly dampened by his next words. "But don’t think you can get used to this," he adds, his voice stern. "You might have been able to suck your way out of rent this time, but that’s not how this works, girl. Everything comes to an end eventually, and I wouldn’t say your little blowjobs are anything special." He smirks, looking me up and down. "Besides, I’m sure I can find another tenant, one with more to offer than a flat chest like yours." I feel a wave of shame wash over me, but I remain silent, wiping away the streaks of cum from my skin with a nearby cloth as Novak shrugs his shirt back on. Without another glance, he heads toward the door. "See you around," he says dismissively as he steps out of my apartment. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me standing alone, still trying to clean myself off. <<set $corruption += 1>><<set $sexualExperience += 1>><<set $arousal += 50>><<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>><<set $rentPaid = true>><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>><<if $currentTime === 0>><<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>><<set $dayNumber = $dayNumber + 1>><</if>><<set $novakHomeHead = true>> For a moment, I just stand there, my thoughts racing. I take a deep breath and slowly make my way to the bathroom, determined to wash away the lingering humiliation of this encounter. <ul> <li>[[Close the door and clean up|home]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img/locations/home/rent_novak_home.jpg"/> "I’d rather move out," I declare, trying to sound confident despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. The tension in the room thickens as my words hang in the air. Mr. Novak takes a deliberate sip of his tea, a slow smirk creeping across his face. "Oh really? Well then, why don’t you hurry up and pack your crap? I don’t have all day," he replies, the condescension lacing his tone making my skin crawl. I rise from the table, my heart pounding as I step away. As I turn to leave the kitchen, Novak’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "And don’t you dare take anything that isn’t yours, or I swear I’ll make you regret it," he barks, his eyes narrowing, full of scrutiny. I force myself to concentrate as I begin shoving my belongings into a cardboard box. Each item feels heavy with memories I’m desperate to leave behind. I can feel his eyes on me, judging every move I make. After a moment, I hear his footsteps approaching, and he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Let’s see what you’ve got there. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally pack my stuff along with your pathetic excuses," he taunts, scanning the box with a disdainful expression. As I nearly finish packing, I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. "Here are the keys," I say, extending my hand, trembling slightly. He snatches them with a derisive laugh. "Good riddance. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out," he sneers, guiding me toward the exit. As I step outside, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. "You know, I really should’ve seen this coming. You’re just another broke girl who thinks she can live in the big city without putting out. You’ll be back in your miserable little hometown before long, crying about how hard life is." He pauses for a moment, his smirk widening. "And if you’re serious about staying here without rent, I’ve heard there’s a squat down in the Slums. Perfect for someone like you. Maybe if you suck off the right loser down there, you’ll find a clean mattress. Good luck, sweetheart," he adds, his tone dripping with sarcasm. <img src="img/locations/home/rent_fail.jpg"/> I clench my jaw, fury bubbling beneath my skin, but I force myself to walk away from him, ignoring the sting of his words. As I step further from the building, my mind races with uncertainty and resentment. What now? Where do I even go from here? <<set $rentFailed = true>> [[Go away|Outside]]

<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>> <<set $currentTime = 0>> <<set $drunkenness = 0>> <<set $dayNumber += 1>> <<set $rentPaid = false>> <<goto "Outside">>

<<set $rentPaid = true>> [[Continue|home]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/rusty_anchor_day.jpg"/> I step into The Rusty Anchor, a dingy bar with flickering neon signs and a smell that’s a mix of stale beer and old smoke. The patrons are a rough-looking bunch, and their suspicious glances make it clear that this is no place for a casual visit. The bartender, a grizzled man with a permanent scowl, is cleaning glasses behind the counter. I’m not sure if the glasses are getting any cleaner, but he doesn’t seem to care. The atmosphere is tense, and I can sense that things could go south at any moment. <<if $talkedToBartender>><ul> <li>[[Talk to Robert|Talk to Robert]]</li> <<if $hasBarJob>><li>[[Take a shift at the bar|Bar Shift]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Order a drink|Order Drink Bar]]</li> <li>[[Go to the women's restroom|Bar Womens Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Go to the men's restroom|Bar Mens Restroom]]</li> <li>[[Leave the bar|Outside]]</li> </ul> <<else>><ul> <li>[[Talk to the bartender|Talk To Bartender]]</li> <li>[[Leave the bar|Outside]]</li></ul><<endif>>

I slide onto a barstool, the worn leather creaking slightly under my weight. The dim light of the bar casts a warm glow around me, and I take a moment to glance at the shelves lined with bottles, each one promising a different escape. As I settle in, the bartender approaches, wiping his hands on a rag that looks like it has seen better days. <img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> "Haven't seen your pretty face around here before. You new in town?" he asks, leaning against the bar with a casual air. "Yeah, I just moved here not too long ago." I reply, meeting his gaze with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Robert," he introduces himself, extending a hand for a brief shake. I can feel the roughness of his skin—a testament to years of hard work. He studies me for a moment, his eyes flickering with interest. "Well, if you're new, you might be in need of some cash. A couple of hands behind the bar wouldn't hurt if you're interested." I consider his offer, glancing around the bar at the few patrons scattered about, each lost in their own world. "Thanks, I’ll think about it," I respond, trying to sound casual but feeling a hint of excitement at the thought of working here. Robert nods, his expression shifting to a businesslike demeanor as he spots another customer waving him over. "Just let me know if you change your mind," he says before turning to take the order. <<set $talkedToBartender = true>><<set $robert_relationship += 1>> I take a deep breath, absorbing the atmosphere of the bar one last time before [[sliding off the barstool.|Bar]]

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> I slide back onto the barstool, a sense of familiarity washing over me. Robert looks up from behind the bar, his expression shifting slightly as he acknowledges my presence. "Well, look who’s back. What can I do for you this time?" I take a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. "Just wanted to chat for a bit, see how things are going." "Same old, same old," he replies with a shrug. "This place never changes much, you know? But it's got its charm." I smile, feeling the easy banter of our conversation. After a moment, I can choose to either continue the dialogue or stand up from the barstool. <ul> <<if !$hasBarJob>><li>[[Ask Robert about the job|Job Inquiry]]</li><</if>> <<if $margaretFun and !$robertAdvice>><li>[[Ask Robert for advice about my situation with Margaret|Robert Help with Margaret]]</li><</if>> <<if $rileyDisgrace and !$robertQuestion>><li>[[Talk to Robert|Robert ask where Riley]]</li><</if>> <<if $robertQuestion and ($dayNumber - $robertrileyLastContact) >= 1 and !$robertrileySex and !$robertrileyEvening>><li>[[Talk to Robert|Robert Invite Home]]</li><</if>> <<if !$robertrileySex and $robertrileyEvening>><li>[[Talk to Robert|Robert Invite Home 2]]</li><</if>> <<if $robertrileySex>><li>[[Discuss Robert's relationship with Riley|RobertRileyDiscussion]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Stand up from the bar|Bar]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Hey, Robert, you mentioned something earlier about needing an extra pair of hands behind the bar. Is that still an option?" Robert nods, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Yeah, I can definitely offer you a position as my assistant. It’s not exactly glamorous, but it’s honest work." He leans in slightly, his tone turning serious. "This bar doesn’t have the best reputation in town. The clients can be a mixed bag, and not everyone behaves themselves." I listen intently as he continues. "Girls usually don’t stick around for long, but if you’re looking for something to tide you over for a while, it’s not the worst option." I weigh his words carefully. The idea of working here feels both thrilling and daunting. "I appreciate the honesty. I’ll need to think about it." Robert shrugs, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "No problem. Just let me know if you decide you want to give it a shot." <ul> <li>[[Accept the job offer|Job Accepted]]</li> <li>[[Say I'll think about it|Bar]]</li> </ul>

<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/> "I’m definitely open to the idea of working here. I’m from a small town up north, so I think I can handle it," I reply, my heart racing with excitement at the prospect. "That’s great to hear," Robert says, nodding approvingly. "Your duties will be pretty straightforward: you'll be helping me behind the bar, mainly taking orders. I won’t have you making cocktails just yet, but pouring beer is something I’m sure you can handle. Most of our local customers only order beer anyway." I feel a sense of relief wash over me as he explains. "Sounds perfect! When can I start?" I ask eagerly. "You can start whenever you want," he replies, a hint of encouragement in his voice. "I’ll pay you for each shift, and, to be honest, you look good behind the bar. I think our patrons will be generous with tips." He gives me a wink, and I can’t help but smile back. <<set $robert_relationship = 5>><<set $hasBarJob = true>> Just then, a customer waves at Robert from the other end of the bar. He gestures for me to wait a moment. "I’ll be right back," he says, stepping away. "Welcome to the team, by the way!" <ul> <li>[[Stand up from the barstool|Bar]]</li> </ul>