Of Memories New and Old (release 3)

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<b>🔞 Disclaimer – 18+ Adult Content Ahead</b> Of Memories New and Old is an adult interactive fiction game designed exclusively for players 18 years of age or older. It contains explicit content, including but not limited to strong language, sexual themes, and mature narrative elements, which is not be suitable for all audiences. All characters depicted within the game are fictional adults aged 18 or older, and all intimate or sexual interactions are portrayed as fully consensual between adults. The content has been developed with a focus on narrative depth, emotional resonance, and character development, while also exploring complex adult themes in a respectful and responsible manner. This game focuses heavily on themes of Body swap and Gender Transformation with touch of Sci-fi (think Lost not Blade Runner). <b>NTR and Sissification</b> are unavoidable. If that's something that unacceptable to you please refrain from indulging in it. By continuing, you confirm that you are of legal age in your jurisdiction to access such material and that you consent to engaging with mature content. [[I am 18+/of age in my country of residence to view adult content|intro1]] [[I am not 18+/ not of age in my country of residence to view adult content|Come back when you are 18]] Support OMNO on Patreon: <img src="Images/logos/patreon.png" width="200" alt="My Image" /> <a href="https://patreon.com/OMNO">OMNO Patreon</a>

<<switch $intro>> <<case 1>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland_night.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /> <div style="text-align: center;"> A raging storm surrounds the island of OceanView and your Dreams...</div></div></div></div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;">Of Memories New and Old</span> </div></div></div><</nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/present_vis/neg_vis_1.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You see her... The woman who has been invading your dreams for lately.<<nobr>><<set $arousal_present += 10>><<updateStatsUI>><</nobr>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">She is alone, still as stone. You can't make out her face, only the shape of her—slender arms, long legs, the faint curve of her hips beneath the thin fabric, almost weightless. She feels like someone who you knew ages ago, the thought seems almost comical because you are all but 21. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t need to. You feel her watching you, calling you towards her. Then it changes.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><div class="reveal-chunk"><img src="Images/present_vis/neg_vis_2.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">Closer now. Just her face and torso. Her top is undone. You catch a hint of her breasts. Her lips are slightly parted. Her eyes—half-lost—seem to know something you don’t. The line of her collarbone is sharp, almost delicate.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> She turns back around to show her cute round juicy ass. Then she begins to undress. Slowly, teasing. One layer, then another, folded away like memories no longer needed. She lies down and gently removes her soft underwear and displays her alluring pussy.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/present_vis/neg_vis_5.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Fully. Naked now. Her skin is pale, almost glowing. Every part of her is bare—offered without movement, without shame. But there’s something in her stillness that grips you—something deep, electric, and quiet. You don’t look away.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/present_vis/neg_vis_6.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /> </div> You couldn’t if you tried. <<link "Then, Suddenly—color">> <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<updateStatsUI>> <<set $intro = 2>> <<goto "new">> <</link>> </div> <<case 2>> <<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The image sharpens—vivid, raw. You see a different woman? Watching her feels like looking into the ripples in water. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/dreams/dreamintro_1.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">She's not alone. A man on top her kisses her neck. She trembles when his lips touch her soft skin. You tremble with her. She lies beneath him first, her legs spread, her back arched in surrender. Her mouth falls open. Her hands clutch the sheets. The sound of skin meeting skin is relentless. Her breath catches with each stroke, her hips rising to meet him.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk">Then he shifts—grips her waist and rolls her over.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><<say "Voice">>Ahh… Fuck my ass… God, it feels so good…Fuck me. Oh God!”.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">He kneels behind her, thick and glistening, and pushes back in. The stretch draws a sharp moan from her lips. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/dreams/dreamintro_2.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">Your body reacts before your mind can catch up—heat blooming low in your belly, spreading out in waves. A flush rises up your neck, your chest, warm and hungry. You shift involuntarily, thighs pressing together. There's a pulse between your legs now, insistent, aching, as if your body knows something your thoughts haven't yet admitted. The slick sounds, the rhythmic slap of flesh, the breathless moans—they echo inside you, feeding the hunger. Your heart pounds, fast and shallow. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<link "<span class='custom-text'>Wake up, $playerName...</span>">> <<set $intro = 3>> <<goto "intro3">> <<set $arousal_present += 30>> <<updateStatsUI>> <</link>> </div> <<endswitch>>

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/messywardrobe.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> I should organise this mess someday. [[Change Clothes|WardrobePresent]] [[Mirror]] [[Your Room|room_new]]

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/mcpresent_room.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Your Room</b> <<nobr>><<if $top_present !== "None" and $bottom_present !== "None" and $shoes_present !== "None" and $underwear_present !== "None">> [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]] <<else>> [[Corridor->noclothes]] <</if>><</nobr>> [[Wardrobe|wardrobe_new]] [[Cabinet|cabinet_new]] <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> [[Sleep|nosleep_new]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> <<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Friday" and not $mbsprogressedtoday>> <<switch $mbsout>> <<case 1>> [[Masturbate|MBS1]] <<case 2>> [[Masturbate|MBS2]] <</switch>> <<elseif $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Tuesday" and not $samquestprogresstoday>> You should practice violin tonight before sleep. <<elseif $size is 0>> Drop condoms in Sam's Room. <<elseif $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Sunday">> [[Pay Dues|debts]] <<elseif $arousal_present > 90>> You are too horny to sleep. [[Computer]] <<elseif $uwevent is 1 and $presentDay is 11>> [[Try on the boyshorts|Wearunderwear_new]] <<else>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>> [[Computer]] <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<img src="Images/cabinet/vic_cabinet.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /> An old Edwardian style cabinet. A gift from your grandmother — the only memory you have left of her. Faint symbols are etched into the wood on the left side, but time has blurred them beyond recognition. Maybe, one day, something will help bring them into focus. <<if $hasJournal>> [[📓 Open Journal|Journal]] <<else>> One of the drawers refuses to budge. You tug at it gently... then harder. It’s stuck tight — stubborn.. You can’t help but wonder what might be trapped inside. <</if>> [[Your Room|room_new]]

<div class="mirror-scene"> <table border="2" cellpadding="12">  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Outerwear</th></tr> <tr> <td style="text-align:center;">Top</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $top_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $topimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $top_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >> <b><<=$top_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$top_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "top">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $top_present to "None">><<set $topimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td style="text-align:center;">Bottom</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $bottom_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $bottomimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $bottom_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >> <b><<=$bottom_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$bottom_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "bottom">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $bottom_present to "None">><<set $bottomimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td style="text-align:center;">Shoes</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $shoes_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $shoesimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $shoes_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$shoes_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$shoes_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "shoes">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $shoes_present to "None">><<set $shoesimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>> <</nobr>> </td> </tr>  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Innerwear</th></tr> <tr> <<if $showBra is true>>  <td style="text-align:center;">Bra</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $bra_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $braimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Bra: " + $bra_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$bra_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$bra_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "bra">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $bra_present to "None">><<set $braimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td> <<else>> <td></td> <td colspan="2"></td> <</if>>  <td style="text-align:center;">Underwear</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $underwear_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $underwearimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Underwear: " + $underwear_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$underwear_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$underwear_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "underwear">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $underwear_present to "None">><<set $underwearimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td style="text-align:center;">Hosiery</td> <td colspan="5"> <<if $hosiery_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $hosieryimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Hosiery: " + $hosiery_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$hosiery_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$hosiery_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "hosiery">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $hosiery_present to "None">><<set $hosieryimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td> </tr>  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Accessories</th></tr> <tr>  <td style="text-align:center;">Front</td> <td colspan="4"> <<if $accf_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $accfimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "ACCF: " + $accf_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$accf_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$accf_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "accf">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $accf_present to "None">><<set $accfimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td style="text-align:center;">Back</td> <td colspan="4"> <<if $accb_present != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $accbimgname_present + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Hosiery: " + $accb_present>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$accb_present>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPresent[$accb_present].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "accb">><<goto "Change Outfit">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $accb_present to "None">><<set $accbimgname_present to "None">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>><</nobr>> </td> </tr> </table> </div> <<nobr>><<link "Wear Clothes">> <<set $top_present to "White T-Shirt">> <<set $topimgname_present to "whitetshirt">> <<set $bottom_present to "Blue Jeans">> <<set $bottomimgname_present to "BlueJeans">> <<set $shoes_present to "Red Sneakers">> <<set $hosiery_present to "White Socks">> <<set $hosieryimgname_present to "whitesocks">> <<set $shoesimgname_present to "RedSneakers">> <<if $uwevent <= 1>> <<set $underwear_present to "Black Boxers">> <<set $underwearimgname_present to "underwear1">><</if>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>><</nobr>> <<if $suit is 2 and $presentDay is 14>> <<link "Wear Suit">> <<set $top_present to "Formal Suit">> <<set $topimgname_present to "Suit_1">> <<set $bottom_present to "Formal Pants">> <<set $bottomimgname_present to "Suit_1">><<set $suit += 1>><</link>><</if>> [[Go Back|wardrobe_new]]

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/corridor.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Corridor</b> [[Your Room|room_new]] <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and $lilyquest is 1 and $size is 0>><img src="Images/events/SAM/ajar.webp" width="400" alt="My Image" /> You see Sam's Bedroom is open. Might as well drop the condoms now. [[Sam's Bedroom|sambedroom_new]] <<else>><<nobr>>Sam's Bedroom(Locked)<</nobr>><</if>> [[Bathroom|bathroom_new]] [[Living Room|livingroom_new]] <<nobr>><<if $samquest is 0 and $introquest is 6>>[[Kitchen|kitchen_new1]]<<elseif $hadmeal is false and $introquest > 7 and not ($samprac is 5 or $samprac is 9)>> [[Kitchen|kitchen_new]] <<elseif $presentDay is 10 and $samday is 2 and $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" and $samprac is 5>> [[Kitchen|Sampractice1]] <<else>> [[Kitchen|nofood]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<if $samquest != 0 and not ($presentDay is 10 and $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" and $samprac != 8)>> [[Walk to Oceantown|bus_new]] <<else>> <span style="color:gray;">Leave Apartment (Find Sam)</span> <</if>> <<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Saturday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<switch $samday>> <<case 1>> [[Go out with Sam|Sampractice]] <<case 2>> <<if $samprac is 9>> [[Fix the sink|Sampractice1]]<<else>>You need a wrench.<</if>> <<case 3>> [[Practice with Sam (3)|Sampractice2]] <</switch>> <</if>>

You push the door open. <div class="reveal-chunk"> <img src="Images/events/SAM/sambedroom.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> Sam’s room is different, quite larger than yours, ofcourse it's his home. The air inside still and tinged with that boyish mix of cologne, old coffee and room freshner. You step in, closing the door softly behind you. He’s not here — good. You walk to his desk, pull open the drawer, and reach into your pocket. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/drawer.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You take out your condoms. You place them inside the drawer next to an expensive pen, a wristband from a concert two months ago. You pause for a second, about to shut it — and then… without really thinking, you take one. Not because you need it. Not exactly. Lily had given you a medium. She’d laughed and tossed it at you like she was testing a confimerned theory. You just want to know how much. <i>You pocket the XL.</i> Then something else catches your eye. Beneath the remaining condoms, a folded piece of thick paper. A letter. You pull it out, curiosity tugging at your hands. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/envelope.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> It’s fancy. The envelope feels expensive — heavier than normal. The stamp is red wax, with some elaborate crest pressed into it. You can’t make out all the symbols, but you catch a lion. A crown. Some twisting vine. British, clearly. The top corner of the envelope has printed text: <b>Office of Records and Titles...Elms...Something.</b> You can't quite read the rest — the ink has smudged along the edge, like it got damp. You know Sam’s father was from England. You knew he was rich. But this — this feels official. You’re about to put it back when you notice what it’s resting on. White fabric. Folded. You slide the letter aside — and there it is. A bra. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/juliebra.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> White. Lacy. Delicate in a way that makes your fingertips hesitate before touching it. You pick it up carefully, feeling the weight of it — or the lack of weight. The straps are thin. The lace feels almost unreal against your skin — light, smooth, like water and silk and a dare. You wonder if it's Julie's. You were close. But as soon as she started dating Sam you faded in the background. You could tell from her engorged nipples, she wasn't wearing anything underneath the gown.. She might have left her bra here. You imagine her wearing it. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/juliebra1.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You lower the bra gently back into place, tucking the letter over it again. There’s a sound outside. You slide the drawer shut, smoothen your shirt, and step out into the corridor like nothing happened.<<set $size += 1>> [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]]</div> <<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/bathroom.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Shower</b> [[Step out|room_new]] [[Take a shower|mcshower_new]]

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/livingroom.jpg" width="450" alt="My Image" /> <b>Living Room</b> <<if $introquest is 0>> You find Sam standing in front of the TV, the dim glow of the screen casting sharp shadows across his face. He isn’t wearing a shirt as he often doesn't when he’s walking around in the house. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Sam/samnoshirt.jpg" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You notice him scrolling through his phone, looking calm and composed. You can’t help but wonder how much time he spends working out to keep a body like that. Despite both of you putting in the effort at basketball, he always seems to have an edge, as if he's just naturally gifted. You, on the other hand struggle to grow an ounce of muscle. [[Sit on the Sofa|Sam_1]]<<else>> You are alone in the living room. [[Relax on the Sofa|Sofa]]<</if>> [[Watch TV|tv_new]] [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]] Your <<nobr>><span class="hover-trigger">Stradivarius violin <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/violin wall.jpg" class="hover-image" /> </span><</nobr>> hangs on the wall. <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Tuesday" and not $samquestprogresstoday>> <<switch $samquest>> <<case 1>> [[Practice Violin|Sam_2]] <<case 2>> [[Practice Violin|Sam_3]] <<default>> [[Practice Violin|noviolin]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $lastShowerDayPresent != $presentDay>><<set $lastShowerDayPresent to $presentDay>> <<set _scene = either( {text: "You sing while you shower.", img: "shower"}, {text: "Steam fogs up the mirror as you scrub yourself clean.", img: "shower1"} )>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/shower/present/" + _scene.img + ".gif">> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;">'>> <p><<= _scene.text >></p> <<set $arousal_present -=20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<else>> <img src="Images/shower/present/no shower.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /> You don't want to get wet all the time. You already showered today. <</if>> [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]]

The last bill leaves your hand like breath in winter. There’s no ceremony, no explosion, no sirens. Just silence. Heavy, awful silence. You stand there, pockets hollow, spine tight, the weight of the world finally having its way with you. You look around and realize — there’s nothing left to sell, nothing left to promise, nothing left to hide behind. It hits you, slow and cruel: you have nothing. Not even the dignity of pretending you do. And still, the world spins. <b>Restart the game again.</b>

// Macro to advance Present time <<widget "advancePresentTime">> <<switch $presentTimeOfDay>> <<case "Morning">> <<set $presentTimeOfDay to "Evening">> <<case "Evening">> <<set $presentTimeOfDay to "Night">> <<case "Night">> <<set $presentTimeOfDay to "Morning">> <<set $presentDay += 1>> <<set $presentDayIndex = ($presentDayIndex + 1) % 7>> <</switch>> <</widget>> // Macro to advance Past time <<widget "advancePastTime">> <<switch $pastTimeOfDay>> <<case "Morning">> <<set $pastTimeOfDay to "Evening">> <<case "Evening">> <<set $pastTimeOfDay to "Night">> <<case "Night">> <<set $pastTimeOfDay to "Morning">> <<set $pastDay += 1>> <<set $pastDayIndex = ($pastDayIndex + 1) % 7>> <</switch>> <</widget>>

<div class="mirror-scene"> <p><em>You stand before the mirror, taking in your reflection.</em></p> <p>Your hair is <strong><<print $hair_present>></strong> it frames your face in a way that feels familiar.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/hair.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div> <<if $face_present == 1>> <p>Your facial features are unmistakably masculine — a strong jawline and subtle stubble hint at who you've always been.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div><<else>> <p>Your face looks softer these days, with gentler angles and smoother skin.</p><</if>> <<if $lips_present == 1>> <p>Your lips are fuller than they used to be — subtly glossy and almost inviting.</p> <<else>> <p>Your lips are normal.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/lips.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div> <</if>> <<if $hands_present == 1>> <p>You look at your hands. They're small —with some rough around the edges, with a grip that doesn't match the rest of you.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/hands.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div> <<else>> <p>Your fingers are thinner now, more delicate, almost unfamiliar.</p><</if>> <<if $chest_present == 1>> <p>Your chest shows the clear swell of breasts, rising and falling with each breath.</p><<else>> <p>Your chest remains flat, defined more by muscle than by curve.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/chest.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div> <</if>> <<if $genitals_present == 5>> <p>Your eyes trail downward. — You have <strong><<print $genitals_present>></strong> inch cock.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/penis5.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div> <<else>> <p>There's something... different down there. The absence is loud.</p> <</if>> <<if $ass_present == 1>> <p>Your ass has begun to fill out, soft and round under the mirror’s gaze.</p> <<else>> <p>Your backside is rounded a because of your staying in bed for 3 months..</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/ass.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div><</if>> <<if $legs_present == 1>> <p>Your legs are solid and slim — with a bit of form.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/legs.jpg" width="250" alt="My Image" /></div><<else>> <p>Your legs are slimming, slowly taking on a more graceful silhouette.</p><</if>> <p><em>It's still you.</em></p> </div> [[Your Room|room_new]] [[Change Clothes|wardrobe_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/university/unifront.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Ocean's University Campus</b> <<nobr>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" and $presentDayIndex <= 3>> <<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Monday" or $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Thursday">> [[Attend Lecture|lecture_new]] <</if>> <<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Tuesday" or $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Wednesday">> [[Attend Lecture|xtraclass]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" >> [[Attend Lecture|notlecture_new]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" and $presentDayIndex > 3>> [[Attend Lecture|notlecture_new]] <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> [[Basketball Ground|morningbasketball_new]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> [[Basketball Ground|basketball_new]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> [[Basketball Ground|nobasketball_new]] <</if>> <</nobr>> [[Go to Oceantown|bus_new]]

<<switch $normallec>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Physics Lecture.</b></div> You take your usual seat—third row from the back, far left. The desk is chipped and wobbles when you lean on it, but it’s familiar now. The air is thick with the scent of dry-erase markers, too much cologne, and faint mildew from the walls. It’s quiet except for the hum of the overhead lights and the shuffling of notebooks. Then the door swings open. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Settle down.<</say>> Her suit is tight in all the right places — tailored so perfectly it looks like it was stitched onto her body in a private ritual. The blazer hugs her waist, teasing the shape beneath, while the pencil skirt clings to her hips like it knows a secret. Her blouse is unbuttoned just low enough to spark rumors. Δx · Δp ≥ ℏ⁄2 She underlines it with a line so hard the marker squeals. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>This is the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. And no, it’s not about being unsure. It’s about what the universe refuses to tell you—no matter how nicely you ask.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Tori/toridesk.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Let’s say you want to know exactly where a particle is—its position. Great. You look. But the closer you get to knowing that, the fuzzier its momentum—how fast and in what direction it’s moving—becomes.<</say>> She snaps her fingers. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>You can’t have both. Nature doesn’t let you. Not because you suck at measuring, but because the act of measuring changes the system. The more you pin it down in space, the more wild and unknown it becomes in time and motion.<</say>> She walks over to a student’s desk, hips swaying with mechanical grace, the slit in her skirt revealing just a whisper more of those dark, silky stockings. Her fingers, manicured and deliberate, reach down — not bending, but folding — to pluck a pencil from the desk. She balances it delicately on the tip of her finger, her crimson lips parting ever so slightly in amusement. The pencil wobbles once. Her finger stays impossibly still. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>This pencil exists in classical physics land. I drop it—<</say>> She lets go. It hits the floor with a clatter. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>—and we know where it goes. Gravity, momentum, all easy.<</say>> She gestures to the board. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>But an electron? You try to see it, and boom—you’ve already ruined it. You blasted it with a photon to detect it and changed its course. This equation tells you that the universe has a kind of... cosmic privacy. The harder you look, the less it wants to be known.<</say>> She walks the center aisle now. You can hear her heels click softly, rhythmically, like a metronome slowing time. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Everything you know about the world? About yourself? It’s built on this lie of predictability. But in truth, we’re all wave functions—waiting to collapse.<</say>> A few students snicker. Most just stare. You don’t write any of it down. You just watch the equation fade as she wipes it clean with her sleeve. <<set $normallec += 1>> <<case 2>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Maths Lecture</b></div> You find your seat in the middle, which is surprisingly rare—usually, you take a spot at the back, but today feels different. Professor Locke is at the front, adjusting his glasses as he begins to shuffle his notes. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Locke/lockeintro.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Alright, everyone, let’s settle down. Welcome to Calculus 101. For some of you, this might be the first time you’re really diving into the language of math that underpins everything from engineering to economics to quantum mechanics. This stuff is essential. It’ll feel strange, but stick with me. If you’re here, you’re already on the path to understanding the language of the universe.<</say>> `_f(x) = ∫a^b f(x) dx_` <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Now, I know it looks like gibberish at first glance. But this here—this is the definite integral. In plain English, it’s how we measure areas under curves. In physics, it's how we calculate things like work done by a force, the probability of quantum states, and even how light behaves in complex systems. All of it, we get from this basic concept.<</say>> You glance around, trying to pick up the expressions on people’s faces—some of them look completely lost, while others are nodding along. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Let’s break it down. Let’s say you have a function, f(x). This represents some relationship—maybe it’s the velocity of an object over time, or the energy of a system. The idea here is to find out how much that function changes over a certain interval. But it’s not just a straight line. It can curve, dip, rise, anything. And the integral is how we measure all that change.<</say>> He pauses, waiting for the class to catch up. His eyes scan the room, and for a brief moment, his gaze lingers on you. Then he scribbles some more on the board: `Δy = f(x+Δx) - f(x)` <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Here’s a simpler version of the idea. This represents the change in a function’s value, Δy, over a small interval, Δx. So, if you’re calculating how much something changes, like speed over time, you take that small step forward and see how the function behaves. This is the foundation of differentiation, the inverse of what we just saw with integration.<</say>> He flips the page of his notes, then pulls a graph up on the projector. It shows a pink curves with shaded areas under it. To you it looks like a vagina. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Locke/curve.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Now, you see this curve here? The area under it represents all the cumulative change. If we’re talking about velocity over time, then the area represents distance traveled.<</say>> <<set $normallec += 1>> <<case 3>> He walks over to the whiteboard again and starts drawing a series of smaller rectangles underneath the curve. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Now, here’s the trick. We approximate the area by breaking it up into small chunks. The more we break it down, the more accurate the result becomes. Think about it this way: Let’s say you’re walking across a rocky field, and each step you take is like one of these little rectangles. The more steps you take, the closer you’ll get to the true path.<</say>> You can almost feel the simplicity of it in your bones—the more steps you take, the closer you get to something real, something tangible. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>We take those small chunks—those infinitesimally small steps—and add them up. This is integration. The process of summing an infinite number of tiny pieces to get the whole.<</say>> He puts the marker down, turning back to face the class. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>So, to put it all together: Integrals allow us to measure things that change continuously. And by doing so, we can predict how systems evolve. In physics, we use these tools to model everything from the trajectory of planets to the behavior of light and even the probability of quantum particles appearing in different locations.<</say>> A few students in the back are already scribbling down notes furiously, while a couple others are looking at their phones. You can almost feel the weight of the lesson starting to settle in. The concepts here might seem abstract, but they’re far from trivial. The universe doesn’t run on binary 1s and 0s; it runs on continuous change, on curves, on gradients. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>You might think that this stuff is just for solving equations in textbooks. But it’s not. Every time you look out at the world, you’re seeing calculus in action. From the way the tides move to how the stock market fluctuates. You’re surrounded by change—by rates of change. And the more you understand how to quantify it, the more you can predict, control, and manipulate the forces that shape your reality.<</say>> The bell rings, and you feel a shift, like a small spark of understanding has just ignited. It’s not fully clear yet, but you can sense the patterns starting to emerge. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Remember, we’ll dive deeper into applications next time, but your assignment is to get comfortable with the concept of change. Everything is a curve—your job is to figure out how to measure it.<</say>> You gather your things, feeling a little overwhelmed but somehow a bit excited as well. <<set $normallec += 1>> <<case 4>> <b>Maths Lecture</b> The room is quieter today. Fewer students have shown up, perhaps caught up in last-minute assignments or the haze of post-lunch drowsiness. You find your seat again, right in the middle—where you left off last time. Professor Locke is already at the front, tapping his notes and scribbling something on the whiteboard. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Alright, let’s dive straight into the heart of the matter. In our last session, we explored integration—how we measure total change over time or space. Today, we’re going to talk about the reverse of that: differentiation. If integration sums up small parts, differentiation looks at the rate of change of a function at any given point.<</say>> He writes down the following on the board: `f'(x) = lim_Δx → 0 [f(x + Δx) - f(x)] / Δx` <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>This is the definition of the derivative. The derivative tells us how a function behaves at any given point—its slope or rate of change. Now, this might seem abstract, but trust me, this is at the core of nearly every equation we’ll deal with, whether you’re calculating the speed of a car, the acceleration of a rocket, or the behavior of particles in quantum mechanics.<</say>> He draws a simple curve on the board, showing the line tangential to it. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Think of a car driving along a road. The distance it travels over time forms a curve. But what if you want to know how fast the car is moving at a specific moment? Not just over a stretch of time, but exactly right now. This is where the derivative comes in. The derivative tells you how fast that distance is changing with respect to time.<</say>> He starts sketching a tangent line to the curve, the slope of the tangent representing the derivative. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>The tangent line is crucial here. It represents the instantaneous rate of change—the velocity at a specific time. To find it, we take the limit of the difference in distance as the time interval shrinks down to zero.<</say>> A few students look more engaged now, as this begins to connect to real-world examples. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>The tangent line here gives us the instantaneous velocity of the car. If we were talking about the acceleration, we would take the derivative of the velocity, giving us the rate of change of velocity—how fast the car is speeding up or slowing down.<</say>> He writes down an equation for velocity as a function of time, then differentiates it on the board. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Let’s look at a simple example: the velocity of an object moving along a straight line. If the position of the object is given by the equation s(t) = t², where t is time, the velocity, or the first derivative of s(t), is: v(t) = ds/dt = 2t So, the velocity at any given time is just 2t. If t = 3 seconds, the velocity is 6 meters per second. Simple.<</say>> He glances around the room, making sure everyone is following. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Now, here’s where it gets interesting. If we were to continue with this example and take the derivative of velocity, we’d get the acceleration. The second derivative of position with respect to time gives us the acceleration, which tells us how the velocity is changing at any given point in time.<</say>> He writes: `a(t) = dv/dt = 2` <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>This shows that the acceleration is constant at 2 meters per second squared. This is just a simple example, but in the real world, things aren’t always that nice. Objects accelerate in complex ways, and in quantum mechanics, things get even wilder. But this simple idea of finding how something is changing at a given point is central to everything.<</say>> You feel a wave of clarity hit you as the connection is made to everything you’ve been learning so far. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Now, let’s take a look at some real-world applications. In physics, understanding velocity and acceleration is just the beginning. In quantum mechanics, we use differentiation to model the behavior of particles, particularly when dealing with the Schrödinger equation.<</say>> He writes the Schrödinger equation on the board and then sets up a very basic form: `iħ ∂ψ/∂t = Hψ` <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>This equation involves the partial derivative with respect to time. The wave function, ψ, tells us the probability of finding a particle in a certain position at a certain time. The Schrödinger equation is a key part of quantum theory. It’s how we predict the evolution of quantum states over time. Here, the time derivative helps us figure out how a particle’s state changes. This is directly related to what we talked about last time with probability distributions.<</say>> He pauses, letting the weight of the equation settle into the air. <<say "Prof. Locke" "Images/NPC/Locke/lockeface.jpg">>Differentiation isn’t just about motion—it’s about understanding change at every scale. From macroscopic objects like cars to the tiniest particles of light, differentiation allows us to model everything. It’s the language of the universe. And while it may seem abstract right now, in time, you’ll see how it underpins everything.<</say>> He goes back to the whiteboard and starts working through some more examples with the class, gradually increasing the complexity. The ideas start coming together: change over time, instantaneous rates, velocity, acceleration, and quantum mechanics. It’s a lot, but you can’t help but feel that you’re on the verge of grasping something huge. The bell rings, signaling the end of the lecture. You pack up your things, but the concepts linger in your mind, like a series of threads waiting to be woven together. It’s not just about math—it’s about understanding the way the world works, and now, that understanding feels just a little bit closer. <<set $normallec += 1>> <<case 5>> <b>Physics Lecture</b> The bell rings and you walk into the classroom again. Same desk, same chipped wood. You sit, taking in the quiet hum of the room before Professor Tori walks in. This time, she’s holding a coffee cup, the kind with a science pun on it—“What’s the matter?”—and you can see she’s already in that sharp, focused state she gets before she launches into a new concept. She’s wearing a tight-fitting blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt, the fabric clinging to her hourglass figure in a way that feels almost deliberate. Her hips sway with confidence, every step measured like she knows exactly what she’s doing—to physics, and to the people watching her. The heel of her boots click sharply against the linoleum floor, echoing through the quiet room. She sets her coffee down, and without even looking at the class, writes again on the board. Δx · Δp ≥ ℏ⁄2 <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Alright, same equation as the last lecture, but today we go deeper. And I mean deeper—you ready to lose more certainty?<</say>> She doesn’t wait for an answer, her eyes already locking with a student who looks too comfortable, too sure of themselves. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Good. Because now we’re not just talking about particles. We’re talking about everything. The act of measuring, of knowing, is intrusive. It changes the system. And here’s the kicker: The more you measure, the more you can never know. It’s a paradox wrapped in an inescapable law of nature.<</say>> Her blouse is unbuttoned just enough to hint at the swell of her chest, a silver necklace resting at the edge of her collarbone, catching the light when she moves. She sets her coffee cup—What’s the matter?—down on the desk, hips briefly pressing against the wood as she leans forward to pick up the marker. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>You ever heard the phrase ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it too’? It’s the essence of uncertainty. You can’t have both position and momentum, because nature doesn’t want you to. If you knew both perfectly, the universe would collapse into predictability, and where’s the fun in that?” <</say>> She leans forward, palms on the desk, eyes scanning the room, catching your gaze. She stops right in front of your desk, leaning down slightly—just enough for you to see the soft curve beneath her blouse, her eyes locking with yours. <<say "Prof. Tori" "Images/NP/tori">>Let’s make it personal, $playerName. Let’s say you’re in your room, deciding between two possibilities: You’re going to either study or go out with your friends. You think you have time for both. You think you know everything. But the moment you make your choice—there’s no going back. You can’t undo the timeline. You can’t see both realities at once. It’s a one-way street. <</say>> She pauses, letting that sink in. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Now, imagine the universe as a collection of probabilities—you in your room, your decisions, your particles. It’s all just a blur of possible outcomes, only one of which will collapse into reality when you observe it. <</say>> She turns her back to the class, quickly scribbling a new example on the board: “You observe an electron → it chooses a state → wavefunction collapses.” <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>This is where the Uncertainty Principle comes into play. We think that we have complete control, that our perceptions and measurements give us perfect clarity, but what we’re really doing is forcing the universe into one of those possibilities. And the more you try to focus, the more it hides the rest from you. You can never know everything.<</say>> She walks down the center aisle, tapping a marker against her palm. The sound echoes in the classroom. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>But let's take this beyond particles. What happens when we try to measure something as massive as our own lives? We think we know the future—job, love, family. But the more you focus on a certain path, the more you begin to shut off all the others. It’s the same principle. The more you pin yourself down to one certainty, the more you lose.<</say>> Her tone softens, almost contemplative. <<say "Prof. Tori" "Imaes/NPC/tori">>It’s a philosophical uncertainty. The more we try to control things, the more they slip away. No matter how much data you have, no matter how much you study the equations of your life, there will always be that point—whether it’s a decision you can’t undo or a particle you can’t fully measure.<</say>> She walks over to the window, staring out for a moment, letting the sunlight filter through the blinds. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>Some philosophers even argue that uncertainty is not just a limitation of the human mind but a fundamental property of reality itself. As if, in some way, the universe is built on probability and uncertainty—something beyond just us, something more primal.<</say>> She turns back to the class, her sharp eyes scanning everyone again, making sure they’re with her. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>I’m not saying you should throw your hands up and give up trying to predict your future. What I am saying is this: Sometimes, you can’t know everything. And maybe... just maybe... that’s okay.<</say>> She clicks a button on the projector, and a new slide pops up. It’s a double-slit experiment diagram, showing light acting as both a particle and a wave. <<say "Prof. Tori" "left" "Images/NPC/Tori/toriface.jpg">>We’ll dig into this next time. But for now, I want you to think about something: If you look hard enough at anything—your future, your choices, your relationships—the moment you start to measure them, you’re influencing them. And that, my friends, is where uncertainty begins.<</say>> The bell rings, signaling the end of the lecture. <<set $normallec += 1>> <<endswitch>> [[End Lecture|oceanuni_new]] <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<nobr>><<advancePresentTime>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<advancePastTime>><</nobr>> <</if>><</nobr>>

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/mall.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Mall</b> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> Other stores are closed in the Night. <<else>> [[Leo’s Apparel for Men|menclothes_new]] [[Alexis Apparel for Women|womenclothes_new]] [[Luna Lingerie|lingerie_new]] [[Lena’s Alluring Accessories|sextoys_new]] <</if>> [[Frieda's Store|Store]] [[Exit|downtown_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Leo's Men's Apparel</b> [[Buy|menbuy_new]] <<set $messageShown = false>>  <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening" and ($dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Tuesday" or $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Friday" or $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Saturday") and $menwork < 4 and $presentDay <8>> [[Work|work_new]] <<else>> <span id="workInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Work">><<replace "#workInfo">> You can work on Tuesday and Friday evenings.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <</if>><</nobr>> [[Mall|mall_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/alexis.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Alexis Women's Apparel</b> <<if $uwevent > 3>>[[Buy|womenbuy_new]]<<else>>[[Buy|nowomensbuy]]<</if>> <<if $uwevent < 1 and ($presentDay is 10 or $presentDay is 11)>> [[Buy boyshorts|uw_store]] <</if>> <<if $uwevent < 1 and ($presentDay is 10 or $presentDay is 11)>> [[Buy boyshorts|uw_store]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Friday" and $menwork is 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The lighting here is softer—rose-tinted and flattering, like the inside of a high-end fitting room. Everything smells faintly of lavender and pressed silk, warm with the hum of whispered voices and the quiet shift of heels against polished floors. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/a.jpeg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You pass the employees—women, all of them. Matching skirts and blouses, their hair styled, their makeup immaculate. Every movement is smooth, practiced. Nobody slouches. Nobody lingers. You stand out here, and not in a good way. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/b.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Some female shoppers snicker at you when you pass them by. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/c.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> The store itself feels less like retail and more like an experience. Spotlights hover like halos above carefully arranged mannequins, each one posed with intention—hips tilted, hands delicately draped at their sides, eyes frozen mid-seduction. Racks are spaced out, not crowded, holding only a few pristine items per hanger. Silks, satins, organzas. No plastic, no crumpled cotton. Just luxe materials in soft pastels and bold statements. Pale rose, champagne gold, emerald velvet. The mirrors aren’t just mirrors—they’re framed, backlit, and clean enough to whisper promises. The floor under your shoes is a soft white marble with thin rose-gold veins running through it, like a nervous system feeding the whole boutique. Every surface is smooth. Every shelf is spotless. Every detail screams: effortless perfection takes work. The manager’s office door is slightly ajar. You knock. <b>Come in</b> [[Go to Manager's Office|Worktransition2]] <<elseif $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Tuesday"and $menwork is 5>> [[Work|Shift_1]] <<elseif $womanwork is 4 and $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] == "Friday">> <<if $uwevent is 5 and ($underwear_present is "White Boy Shorts" or $underwear_present is "Blue Boy Shorts" or $underwear_present is "Black Boy Shorts")>>[[Work|Shift_2]]<<else>>Wear Boyshorts.<</if>> <<else>> <span id="workInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Work">><<replace "#workInfo">>You can work on Tuesday and Friday evenings.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <</if>><</if>> [[Exit|mall_new]] <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

Nope. [[Get Out|mall_new]]

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???? [[Get Out|mall_new]]

<<switch $lilyscene>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The store’s air-conditioning washes over you as you step inside, a cool relief against the heat outside. You hold your basket with a tight grip, the plastic edges cutting into your fingers slightly. You see a rush in the store today. Some fo the panic buying other's here to call home. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/backaisle.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> You make your way down the aisle, past cereal boxes and cans of soup, and finally reach your real destination. The condom section.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You scan the shelves, the fluorescent lighting casting harsh shadows on the packaging. Rows and rows, all shouting for attention. Then you spot it—Invisi. You grab the box quickly, hoping to be done with this errand before anyone notices. That’s when you hear her. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Shopping for something special?<</say>><<set $lilyscene += 1>> The voice cuts through the hum of fluorescent lights like a wire pulled taut. [[You turn your head slowly.|Lily]]</div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Lily/lilyintro.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Lily is there, leaning against the shelf like she owns it. One ankle crossed over the other. Her jacket is unbuttoned and nothing is left to imagination. Her lacy black bra doesn't hide anythng. Her nails—freshly painted deep crimson—tap rhythmically on her elbow. Her gaze is locked onto you, and her smile is pure mischief. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I always find it cute when someone pretends to look casual here. But I gotta admit… you’re doing a better job than most.<</say>> You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Lily steps forward, not too close, just enough to make your breath catch. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Let me guess. You did the loop—bread, milk, chips—and then made a beeline for the fun aisle?”<</say>> She flips the box over in her hand, scanning the label with mock seriousness. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Invisi. Solid choice. Minimalist. Discreet. Gets the job done without screaming about it.<</say>><<set $lilyscene += 1>> [[She looks up.|Lily]]</div> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>It’s not for me. It’s for Sam.<</say>> Her eyebrows lift in playful surprise. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Sam? Oh… so this is a favor run. How considerate.<</say>> She twirls the box between her fingers. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>So then… you must know his size.<</say>> You hesitate. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I… think so.<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Oh, come on. There’s only one way to really know. You have see it with your eyes.<</say>> Her suggestion seems prepostorurs. Does she mean I should look at Sam's cock? She answers her own question by tossing an XL box onto the counter.<<pickup $bag "Condoms XL" 1>> You blink.</div> <<set $lilyscene += 1>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[Wait—how do you know that?|Lily]]<</say>> <<case 4>> She meets your gaze with a smile that’s too calm. Too precise. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Let’s just say I have… a tenacity for details.<</say>> She lets the silence sit. Her finger lingers at the edge of the counter, tracing a slow curve. Then she reaches behind it and pulls out a different box—medium. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Lily/condom.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div><<pickup $bag "Condoms M" 1>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You will need this. Trust me. It’s not always about what people think they are—it’s what fits best when things get real.<</say>> She places it into your basket. Her fingers graze yours.You swallow hard, unsure whether she’s still talking about condoms. Then, she leans in just a little closer. Her breath brushes your ear. You feel your knees buckle slightly. She steps back with a small smirk, pulling her name tag straight as if the whole exchange was nothing more than a routine transaction. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Do you know where the outstation telephone is?<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>There. That’s the line. Good luck.<</say>><<set $lilyscene += 1>> [[You follow her gaze|homecall]] <<set $lilyquestProgressedToday to true>> <i>Condoms added to the bag.</i> <<set $lilyquest +=1>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<img src="Images/places/present/bus stop.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Bus Stop</b> Take a Bus to Ocean's University <<nobr>><<if $uniintro != 0>> [[Oceans University|oceanuni_new]] <<else>> [[Oceans University|University Intro]] <</if>><</nobr>> [[CoastView|downtown_new]] <<nobr>><<set _day to $dayNames[$presentDayIndex]>> <<if ($presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Night")>> <<if (_day is "Tuesday" or _day is "Friday" or _day is "Saturday")>> [[Go to Apartment|mcapartment_new]]  <<elseif (_day is "Monday" or _day is "Wednesday") and ($presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening")>> [[Go to Apartment|mcapartment_new]]  <<elseif (_day is "Monday" or _day is "Wednesday") and $lilyquestProgressedToday and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> [[Go to Apartment|mcapartment_new]]  <<elseif (_day is "Thursday" or _day is "Sunday") and ($presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening")>> [[Go to Apartment|mcapartment_new]]  <<elseif (_day is "Thursday" or _day is "Sunday") and $gfquestProgressedToday and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> [[Go to Apartment|mcapartment_new]]  <<else>> You cannot go to the apartment yet. <</if>> <</if>><</nobr>>

<h3>Buy Men's Clothing:</h3> <p>You have $<<print $money_present>>.</p> <<nobr>> <<set _ownedItems to $wardrobePresent.list>> <</nobr>> <<for _itemName range $menssection.list>> <<capture _itemName>> <<set _item = $itemDataPresent[_itemName]>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + _item.img + ".jpg">> <div style="margin-bottom: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 10px; display: inline-block;"> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100">'>> <b><<= _itemName >></b> <small><<= _item.description >></small> <b>Price:</b>$<<= _item.price >> <<if _ownedItems.includes(_itemName)>> <i>You already own this.</i> <<elseif $money_present >= _item.price>> <<link "Buy this" + _item.price>> <<set $money_present -= _item.price>> <<pickup $wardrobePresent _itemName 1>>  <<goto "menbuy_new">> <</link>> <<else>> <i style="color: white;">Not enough money.</i> <</if>> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> <<if $presentDay is 13 and $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <div style="margin-bottom: 20px; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 10px; display: inline-block;"> <img src="Images/presentwear/Suit_1.jpg" width="100" alt="My Image" /> <b>Formal Suit</b> <small>A Party Suit.</small> <b>Price:</b> $300 <span id="suitInfo"><<link "Buy this">> <<pickup $wardrobePresent "Formal Suit" 1 "Expensive Shoes" 1 "Formal Pants" 1>><<set $suit += 1>> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>><<run window.setTimeout(() => { Engine.play(State.passage); }, 500)>><<set $money_present -= 300>> <<replace "#suitInfo">>Bought suit.<</replace>> <</link>></span> </div> <</if>> <p><<link "Back to Mall">><<goto "menclothes_new">><</link>></p>

<<switch $menwork>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/menclothes.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The fluorescent lights above hum with that soft, institutional buzz that fades into the background once you’ve been under it long enough. Same goes for the slow jazz piped through the ceiling speakers — just upbeat enough to keep things from feeling dead, just slow enough to never matter. The faint scent of starch and plastic tag glue lingers in the air, the kind of smell you now associate with minimum wage and quiet, uninterrupted days. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/attendant.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You’ve been working this job since you got to Oceanview Island. Three days a week, four hours a shift. $200. It’s not exciting, and it sure as hell isn’t your dream — but it covers rent, keeps the fridge respectable, and lets you be anonymous in a place where disappearing can feel like survival. Rumors have been going around all day — about the storm, about corporate, about cuts. You’ve heard employees whispering at the time clock, heard someone mention that some stores have already started slashing hours. No one’s said anything to you. So, you do what you always do: you show up, clock in, put on the gray shirt, dark jeans, black name tag. Then you head back to the jackets and outerwear section — your usual post. Your corner of the retail battlefield. Your job isn’t to sell. Not really. It’s to make people feel like they’ve already made a decision — and you were just there to help them find it. You’re restocking the mid-shelf rack when you catch him. <<link "Look Closely">> <<set $menwork += 1>> <<goto "work_new">> <</link>> </div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/search.jpeg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> mid-40s maybe, tall, a little slouched. He’s got a salt-and-pepper beard, and his shirt looks like it lost a battle with a laundry basket. In each hand, a jacket: navy in the right, dark green in the left. He squints at them like they’re trick questions. You step toward him, careful but confident. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">> Need a second opinion? <</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> He looks up, mildly startled. <<say "Customer">> Yeah. I can’t tell which one suits me better. And I’m not even sure this size works. Large sometimes fit me weird around the shoulders. <</say>> You take both jackets from him gently, eyeing the seams, the cut, the kind of stitching they don’t teach you to notice but you do anyway. You hand him the green one. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">> Try this one first. It's a structured fit—tapers in a bit around the chest. Good for broad shoulders. Gives you shape. <</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/attend.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> He slips it on, a little hesitant. You help with the sleeve, tug the collar, brush the shoulder flat. His hand accidentally brushes yours. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/touch.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> There’s a pause. He looks different in the reflection. Less tired. More composed. Like someone who’s got somewhere to be. <<say "Customer">> Hmm… yeah. It actually feels kinda good. I don’t usually wear fitted stuff. <</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">> It works. The green makes you pop a bit. The navy’s safer—versatile. But the green feels like a choice. <</say>> He grins, small but real. <<say "Customer">>Screw it. Life’s too short for boring jackets. I’ll take the green. <</say>> You nod, take the navy one, fold it back onto the rack. He walks toward checkout. The storm’s still distant. But for now, here under artificial lights, there’s a jacket that fits, and someone walking away in it a little taller than they came in. [[End Shift|menclothes_new]] <<set $menwork += 1>> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>> <<set $money_present += 200>> </div> <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/leomen/menclothes.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> When you arrive, the doors are already unlocked. The familiar chime sounds as you push through, a synthetic ding that has never once felt welcoming. The store smells like starch, cologne samples, and that vague chemical mix that clings to new fabric. You clock in. The screen blinks once. Shift started. Two of your coworkers glance at you from behind the clearance rack. One whispers something. The other giggles—too fast, too quiet—and they both quickly turn away. You pretend not to notice. You keep folding, keep your expression flat, neutral. But you feel it. That strange static silence trailing behind you, like you’re the punchline of a joke you weren’t invited to hear. Someone else walks past you near the dressing rooms. You offer a quick, Hey. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/work/backbite.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> No reply. Not even a glance. You straighten the lapel of a mannequin's coat, just to have something to do with your hands. You tell yourself it’s nothing. People are weird. People are always weird. Then the intercom crackles. And a voice, flat but unmistakable: <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/work/ann.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "left" "Announcer">> Can Mr $playerName come to the manager’s office?<</say>> [[Go to Manager's Office|Work transition]] <<endswitch>>

<<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> <img src="Images/places/present/coastview/coastnight.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <<else>> <img src="Images/places/present/coastview/coastview.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <</if>><</nobr>> <b>CoastView</b> [[Beach|beach_new]] [[Mall|mall_new]] [[Mayor's Office|mayorreyes_new]] <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" and $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Friday">> <<nobr>> <<switch $clubevent>> <<case 0>> [[Violin practice at the Club|club_new]] <<case 1>><<if $underwear_present is "White Boy Shorts" or $underwear_present is "Blue Boy Shorts" or $underwear_present is "Black Boy Shorts">>[[Violin practice at the Club|club_new1]]<<else>>Wear clean underwear.<</if>> <<case 2>> [[Violin practice at the Club|club_new2]] <<default>> [[Club|noclub_new]] <</switch>> <</nobr>> <</if>><</nobr>> [[Bus Stop|bus_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/beach.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <<nobr>><<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Saturday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening" and $swim == 1>> [[Swim in the water|swimisland]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $beachday is false and ($presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening")>> [[Spend time at the beach]] <<else>> You can come to the beach once a day. <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Sunday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<switch $rinaquest>> <<case 0>> [[Jog with Rina|Rina1]] <<case 1>> [[Jog with Rina|Rina2]] <<default>> Rina is not available <</switch>> <</if>><</nobr>> [[Docks|docks]] [[Sports Arena|Sports Arena]] <<nobr>><<if (($dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Sunday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night") or ($dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Thursday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening")) and $gfquestProgressedToday is false>> <<if $gfquest is 0>> [[Date|Date_1]] <<elseif $gfquest is 1>> [[Date|Date_2]] <<elseif $gfquest is 2>> [[Date|suit]] <<elseif $gfquest is 3>> [[Date|Date_4]] <<elseif $gfquest is 4>> [[Date|Date_5]] <<elseif $gfquest is 5>> [[Date|Date_6]] <<elseif $gfquest is 6>> [[Date|Date_7]] <<elseif $gfquest is 7>> [[Date|Date_8]]  <</if>> <<else>> <span class="disabled"> </span> <</if>><</nobr>> [[Go back|downtown_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/mayoroffice.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> You are not allowed to go in. [[Exit|downtown_new]]

<<switch $juliequest>> <<case 0>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/clubprac.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You arrive at the club. It has been retrofitted into a rehersal hall. You take a seat near the back of the rehearsal hall, folding your hands awkwardly in your lap. The space smells like polished wood and rosin. A low murmur of tuning notes and hushed conversations fills the air. Then, you see Julie. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/julieclub.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> She’s near the front, tightening her bow, bass propped elegantly beside her. Her hair’s pulled back, half loose, the kind of effortless mess that somehow looks intentional. She catches your eye. Her face lights up. She waves, stands, and jogs over. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>You actually came!<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Of course. You invited me. Kind of rude not to show.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>I half-expected you to bail. You’ve always been slippery with plans.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’m not slippery. Just—selective.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Right. Well, selective or not, I’m glad you’re here. Stick around after rehearsal, yeah? I want you to meet Mr. Rickles. He’s kind of scary, but in a ‘secretly nice’ way.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Sounds like my kind of terrifying.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/pracorch.avif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> She laughs and returns to her seat. The orchestra begins. From the first note, it’s clear: this isn’t a casual gathering of weekend hobbyists. It’s precision. Emotion. Movement. Julie’s lead cello lines are rich, commanding, anchoring the entire section with a quiet strength that demands attention. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/juliecello.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You stare. You knew she played. You didn’t know she owned. Rehearsal ends. <<set $juliequest += 1>> <<link "You work your way backstage.">> <<goto "club_new">> <</link>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/clubprac.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Julie’s leaning against a stand, wiping her brow with the sleeve of her sweater. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You didn’t tell me you were that good. I would have come sooner to watch you play the bass sooner.<</say>> She smiles at you. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>I love bigger things. Besides you would have known that if you spoke to me more and not make this so weird. Now you will say it's complicated but I love complicated.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I guess I was afraid of you.<</say>> That surprises her. Her arms uncross slightly. Before she can respond, an older man approaches. Broad-shouldered, pale suit, eyes sharp beneath heavy brows. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/ricklesintro.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Ah! Speak of the devil. Mr. Rickles—this is my friend. The one I mentioned who plays violin.<</say>> He shakes your hand sensitively. <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Let me guess—Gagliano grip. Little tight in the knuckles. You play chamber-style, don’t you?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>How did you—<</say>> <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Your hands. They carry tension like a musician’s. You’ve either played for years or gotten into too many fistfights.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>The first one. I am more of a run awa from danger type.<</say>> <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Good. Then you should join. We’re always looking for someone who understands phrasing—and you’ve got that look. Like music’s something you owe, not just enjoy.<</say>> He nods once and disappears into the crowd. Julie turns to you, clearly pleased. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>See? That was practically affectionate by his standards. I think he is going through things that he doesn't want to say. Sort of like you.<</say>> You laugh. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>He’s intense.<</say>> <<set $juliequest += 1>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>That’s the job. I'll get out this turtleneck, give me 5.[[ Let’s walk a bit then on the beach.|club_new]] I’m starving, but also weirdly high off Bach right now.<</say>> <<case 2>> You end up on the beach, shoes off, toes digging into damp sand. The sky is bleeding into dusk, soft waves lapping at the shore. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/beachwalk.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I really didn’t expect that. You were… incredible. Like, ridiculously good.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Thanks. That means more than you know.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’m serious. You anchored that entire room. I kept thinking… damn, I went to school with that. And I never knew.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>You could’ve known. If you’d kept talking to me. Sam has always said it was because you got busy with work.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. You and Sam were hanging out more so I didn't want to disturb you guys.<</say>> They genuinely seem into each other even though Sam tries play it cool. You wonder if you hadn't introduced them would you and Julie be close. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/juliebeach.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Yeah well. He's amazing. Ohh btw. I heard you playing the other night. Through the wall. You were good. Really good.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/unbuckle.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You catch your breath. What else did she hear? You heard all the noise that night. Julie screaming at the top of her lungs. I hope she didn't hear you beat your meat to the ends of the earth. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>..You heard that?<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Yeah. It was kinda beautiful. Like a wounded animal trying to seduce the moon.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>That’s oddly poetic. And weirdly accurate. It was Wagner. They say he practiced it during times when he was a recluse and that piece is an observation on change. Still very human though.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>You should play more often. When I come over. Sam likes it. He'll never tell you but he does. I can tell. Also maybe that’ll affect the... other noises.<</say>> Your eyes widen, did she just indicate that I should hear them have sex everytime she's over?Before you know it, she just keeps walking, letting the comment hang in the air with the sound of the surf. At a distance you watch the storm as the lightning surges. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/light.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> [[End Classes|downtown_new]]<<set $violin += 1>><<set $clubevent += 1>> <<endswitch>> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>>

<img src="Images/cabinet/vic_cabinet1.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /> [[Your Room|bedroom_old]]

<img src="Images/mcpast_home/bedroom.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Bedroom</b> [[Walk-In Closet|Closet]] [[Cabinet|cabinet_old]] <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> [[Sleep|nosleepold_new]] <<elseif $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and $pastDay is 15>> Xander is already in bed. Awaiting you. [[On to bed|night_old]] <<elseif $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and $pastDay is 16 and $past3 is 17>> [[On to bed|night_old1]] <<elseif $pastDay isnot 16>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $top_past !== "None" and $underwear_past !== "None">> [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <<else>> [[Corridor|noclothesold]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<img src="Images/mcpast_home/corridor1.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Corridor</b> <<if $intro is 3>> A long hallway stretches before you, lined with polished wood floors and framed paintings of idyllic landscapes. The scent of fresh coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods. Somewhere, a radio hums softly, its music distant but unmistakably old-fashioned. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/herintro3.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You step cautiously into the hallway. The house is silent aside from the ambient sounds of morning. You pass by other rooms—each one decorated with the same vintage elegance. A study with leather-bound books stacked neatly on shelves, a sitting room with a velvet-upholstered sofa, a dining room set for breakfast with china plates and silverware. <</if>> [[Upstairs Bedoom|bedroom_old]] [[Kitchen|kitchen_old]] <<nobr>><<if $pastDay is 4>> <span id="oldhouseInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Leave House">><<replace "#oldhouseInfo">>Maybe not today —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <<elseif $pastDay is 8 and $pastwedq is 1>> <<link "Leave House">><<set $pastwedq += 1>><<goto "Wedding">><</link>> <<elseif $pastDay is 16 and $pastTimeOfDay is "Evening" and $top_past !== "None" and $underwear_past !== "None" and $shoes_past !== "None" and $hosiery_past !== "None" and $bra_past !== "None">> [[Leave House|neighbourhood_old]] <<else>> <span id="oldhouse1Info"><<nobr>><<link "Leave House">><<replace "#oldhouse1Info">>Check the time or the clothes you are wearing.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span><</if>><</nobr>> [[Bathroom|Bathroom]] [[Hall|livingroom_old]] [[Spare Bedroom|sparebedroom_old]] <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<nobr>><<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>><</nobr>> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/kitchen.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Kitchen</b> <<if $intro is 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> A newspaper sits folded on the counter. Your breath hitches as you glance at the date printed at the top. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_past/newspaper.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>1964!</b></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You pull open a drawer, fingers skimming over the contents—old-fashioned utensils, handwritten recipes, a small leather-bound planner. The name written inside sounds familiar in your head. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_past/ID.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <b>Evelyn Whitmore.</b> Your hands tighten around the edges of the book. The name tugs at something in your mind, like a distant echo. It doesn’t feel foreign, not entirely. Your head feels light, your vision swimming as the reality of your situation presses down on you. You need to sit. A strange heat coils in your stomach, an undeniable awareness of your new form pressing against your thoughts. The sensations are there, vivid and undeniable. Your breath hitches as you shift, the soft nightgown sliding over your skin like a whisper. You are hyperly aware of the heat buiding up down under. The empty void is slowly filling with warmth. Your smooth legs touching each other is building this sensation. This sensation is foreign yet intimate, like wearing another person’s skin. Your heartbeat quickens. The softness, the warmth, the delicate weight—it feels impossibly real. A memory flickers, just for a second—a storm, an island, but it vanishes as quickly as it came, drowned beneath the sensations. You need to think. You see the home is all a mess you decide to do some chrores. <<set $intro to 4>><<set $arousal_past += 30>> [[Corridor|corridor_old]]</div> <<elseif $pastDay is 16 and $pastTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<switch $past3>> <<case 11>> The smell of coffee quickly begins to fill the kitchen, and with it, the comforting routine of your morning. You reach for the eggs, the butter, the bread. The motions are so familiar, automatic. You could do this with your eyes closed. As you crack the eggs, your thoughts drift to your wedding night and the feeling of emptiness—you try to push it down, focusing on the frying pan, the gentle sizzle of the eggs. But no matter how hard you concentrate. But then you hear the soft click of the front door opening, and Xander’s footsteps echo down the hall. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/hug.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> “Morning, love,” Xander greets you with his usual warmth, his hands slipping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your cheek.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Kiss him|kitchen_old]] <<case 12>> You return the kiss quickly, a soft, fleeting thing. His stubble brushes against your skin, a familiar sensation. He smells like the cologne he always wears, clean and fresh, mixed with the faint scent of the outdoors. He moves down and pecks your right breast. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/kiss.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> “Morning,” you murmur, focusing on the eggs before you. You could almost lose yourself in the rhythm of the cooking, the normality of it. It feels grounding, like something you can hold onto. Normal. You need normal today. "I am going to Shackmore tonight with Lisa for a meeting. It's a women's thing", you say. He laughs, "Oh dear. Are you all planning Men's demise together. I'll sleep away before you are back." Saying that he pulls away, walking toward the counter, grabbing his bag and keys. His movements are so familiar, routine. You could set a clock to them. It’s not just the physical distance that worries you, but something deeper. The weight of unspoken thoughts, the feeling of something slipping away.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Corridor|corridor_old]]<<set $arousal_past += 30>> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<endswitch>> <<else>> You have a hearty meal. [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <</if>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<switch $past3>> <<case 19>> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/spare.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Spare Bedroom</b> You move to the bed. Xander is still deeply asleep in the next room. This is for you. Just for you. You settle back into the sheets and slide the device into place between your legs, just like Lisa said. It hums softly at first. A faint vibration, like a breath across your skin. You try to keep still, try to stay composed, but your body betrays you. The sensation is subtle at first, a ripple that starts at your center and spreads out like waves. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/vibrator.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> But then the second setting kicks in, and it’s as if something inside you cracks open. For a moment, it’s not just the device. It’s the memory of Raol’s bare chest, of his eyes meeting yours as if he saw something you couldn’t even name. It’s the memory of Lisa’s fingers — warm, deliberate, just a touch too much. “You’ve got to own your desires, darling. Revel in them. All of them.” The pressure builds. You can feel it deep within you, something aching, something wanting. You press your hips forward instinctively, trying to chase the sensation, but it's not enough. You crave more, but you can’t quite make it happen. <<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[Lisa|sparebedroom_old]] <<case 20>> “You don’t need to pretend. Not with me.” The thought of her touch lingers, and your pulse quickens. The Verhorn hums harder now, deeper, vibrating against you like a secret you haven’t yet told anyone. Your hips shift, the sheets crinkling beneath you. It’s not Xander, is it? You roll your eyes closed. It’s not just the device; it’s the feeling of being seen, of being desired for the first time in so long. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/orgasm.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Lisa saw me. A gasp escapes your lips. Your heart races. Your body arches into the device, but it’s not just the pleasure now. It’s the thought of what could be, of what might happen if you stopped holding everything in check. If you stopped pretending. If you allowed yourself to just... feel. Your mind is alive with thoughts of Raol and Lisa and the feeling of being seen for the first time in forever. You wonder if this is how it’s supposed to feel. You wonder what it would feel like to chase this desire further. To see where it might lead. <<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past -= 100>> [[End of Content|thankyou]] <<default>> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/spare.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Spare Bedroom</b> <<nobr>><<if $past3 >= 20>> You glance at the bed, the sheets still faintly rumpled. The memory lingers in your body.<</if>><</nobr>> [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<img src="Images/places/past/hood.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Neighbourhood</b> [[Raol|raol_oldhouse]] [[Lisa|lisa_oldhouse]] [[Leon|william_oldhouse]] [[House|corridor_old]] [[Town Centre|bus_old]] <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<div class="reveal-chunk">Alexander leads you through the crowd, his hand at the small of your back, guiding you smoothly toward a tall, broad-shouldered man standing near the bar. Raol turns as you approach, his deep brown eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours. His presence is magnetic—relaxed yet undeniably confident—and as he steps closer, his smile broadens, a slight gleam in his eyes. “Well, well, if it isn’t the bride herself.” His accent is unmistakably Parisian, the French lilt rolling off his words as he gives you a once-over that feels like more of a compliment than a look. “You look... captivating. No wonder Alexander couldn’t wait to introduce us.” <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/raol.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> He extends a hand toward you, the gesture casual but his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes remain fixed on yours as you take his hand, the connection electric. “Raol. Madammoselle I’m your next-door neighbor. Been living here for a few months now... just getting used to the pace of things. Paris is far behind me now, and I’m... starting to enjoy the quieter life.” He glances over at Alexander, then back to you, the smile on his lips teasing. “And it seems like there are more interesting things to discover in Elmsford than I first thought.” You can feel the warmth of his gaze and the subtle weight of his attention as he looks at you, like he’s trying to see beneath the surface. “I take it Paris is a bit faster than Elmsford?” “Just a little.” He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening slightly as he steps a little closer. “But I needed the change. Needed to get away from all the... noise. The rush. Elmsford’s got this quiet pull to it. It's a New Town so it's a good place to settle.” His gaze flickers to your lips for a fraction of a second, then back to your eyes. He leans in just slightly, his breath warm as he speaks again, his tone more intimate. "Can I ask you for a dance as we french do”</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/dance.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Yuu give him your hand. You can't help but be intrigued as he mentions poetry, the conversation shifting ever so subtly as Raol leans back slightly, his expression growing more thoughtful. “Poetry, huh? That’s... fascinating. I didn’t take you for a poet at first.” He gives you a slow, deliberate glance, the kind that sends a shiver through your spine, but this time it’s accompanied by a hint of something deeper. “You should come by sometime. I’ll share a few poems with you. I think you’d find them... fascinating.” He looks at you with a certain intensity, almost like he's waiting for you to lean in further. “Though I’ll warn you—once you hear them, you’ll never quite hear the world the same again.” You can see a spark in his eyes, as if he’s offering you something intimate, a window into his soul through his words. “I’d love to hear more.” You say, genuine fascination in your voice now, not just with him but with his craft. “I’ve always found poetry... kind of magical. The way it can turn a feeling into something tangible, something real.” </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/raolbye.png" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> “That’s exactly it, isn’t it?” As you turn to leave he steps in closer, his presence overpowering, but comforting at the same time. “Poetry doesn’t just speak to your mind. It speaks to your body... to your soul. Makes you feel things you never knew you could feel.”<<set $visitedRaol to 1>> [[Bid him Farwell|resimeet]] </div> <<set $arousal_past += 30>> <<set $corruption_past += 1>>

<div class="reveal-chunk">Lisa—a whirlwind of bubbly energy—pops into the conversation. You can’t help but notice the way she immediately locks eyes with you, her smile wide and genuine. Her bright, inviting energy is like a breath of fresh air, drawing you in with the kind of warmth that feels both friendly and a little too intimate. “Oh my god, you’re even more gorgeous up close!” She steps toward you with a kind of uncontainable enthusiasm. “I’m Lisa—everyone in Elmsford’s been buzzing about you. We’re all so happy you’re finally here!” <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/lisa.jpeg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Without hesitation, she leans in and slips an arm casually around your waist, pulling you closer with the ease of someone who’s already made you feel like a long-lost friend. The move is innocent enough in front of the others, but you can't ignore how her fingers seem to linger just a little too long, the touch sending an unexpected warmth spreading through you. “We’ve got this peer group—it’s a support circle, but we’re more like a family. No judgment, you know? We’re all just here to help each other out. And I think you’d be perfect for it.” She glances at Raol, who gives her a small nod of approval, before focusing back on you, her arm still draped casually around your waist. You can feel the heat from her body against yours, and there’s something in the way she looks at you now—a spark that goes beyond friendly camaraderie. “I can already tell you’re gonna fit right in. You’ve got this... energy about you.” She leans in slightly, her voice lowering just enough to make the air between you feel a little charged. “And you’re gonna love our group. It’s all about opening up... letting go of everything. Trust me, it’s not just about the support. Things can get real... and a little fun too.” Her hand stays just a little too long on your side, her thumb brushing against your skin in a soft, rhythmic motion that makes it hard to focus on anything else. “I’ve never been part of something like that. It sounds... interesting.” “Anyway, don’t worry about me pushing you too hard—I’m all about making sure you feel comfortable. We just want to make sure you feel like home here, okay?” “Thanks, Lisa. That means a lot.” <<set $visitedLisa to 1>> [[Move away|resimeet]] </div> <<set $bisexuality_past += 1>> <<set $arousal_past += 10>>

<div class="reveal-chunk">As William steps forward, there’s an immediate sense of control in the way he carries himself—his presence undeniable, composed, and refined. His tailored suit speaks to a wealth that is felt, not flaunted, and his gaze is measured, calculating, as he takes you in. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his posture impeccable, and the slight smile he offers as he approaches is all-knowing, like a man who’s seen the world and knows exactly how to wield his influence. He extends his hand to you smoothly, his voice calm, almost soothing, with a hint of something deeper in its tone. He kisses your hand <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/williamkiss.jpeg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> “Pleasure to finally meet you. I’m William St. Clair. I own the publishing house that Alexander works for. Your neighbour Raol. The Parisian poet. We publish his poems as well. He's a wonderful writer” His hand is warm, his touch steady, and as you shake it, you sense the firm assurance in his grip. But there’s a lingering moment, as though he’s not quite ready to let go. “You have... the hands of a writer,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes holding yours. His fingers graze your skin just a fraction longer than expected, and there’s a certain weight to the gesture. “I suppose I do. Though I write more for my own fascination than anything else.” The words come easily, but there’s a sense that you’re both aware of the unspoken layer to this exchange. You don’t need to say more—his observation speaks volumes. “Ah, the best kind of writing.” His voice softens just slightly, and there’s something about his words that draws you in. “When it comes from a need to understand, to explore, to express. That’s when it’s most real.” He studies you for a moment, his eyes seeming to search for something beneath the surface, something he knows is there. "I imagine you’ve spent quite some time understanding the world around you." His touch on your hand doesn’t falter, his thumb brushing the back of your hand almost imperceptibly, and you realize just how much intent there is behind the smallest movements. “I’d love to read something of yours. Send over a manuscript, if you like.” He leans in just slightly, his voice laced with a warmth that lingers in the air. “I have a feeling your writing will be... as captivating as you are.” His words are deliberate, careful, yet the tone suggests something more personal beneath the professional mask. His thumb moves again, barely noticeable, but enough to send a pulse of warmth through you. He doesn’t rush to withdraw his hand, and when he does, his eyes follow the motion, lingering just a little too long, making sure you feel the space between you two as it stretches taut with unspoken understanding. “I look forward to seeing what you send me. And don’t take too long,” he adds, his voice smooth but with an undertone that feels more like a challenge than a suggestion. “I have a feeling your work will leave a lasting impression.” <<set $visitedWilliam to 1>> [[You are sure it will.|resimeet]] </div> <<set $arousal_past += 10>>

<img src="Images/places/past/hood.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Elmsford</b> [[Elmsford Park|elmsfordpark_old]] [[Shopping Centre|shoppingcentre_old]] [[Shacmore Pub|shacmore_old]] [[Elmsford|neighbourhood_old]] <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

In Development. [[Go Back|bus_old]]

Please come back when you are of age and/or are allowed by the laws of your country to consume this type of content. Watch this TedTalk instead. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBTb71UzPmY

<<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" >>You attended the lecture today. <<else>> There's no lecture right now. Come back on a lecture day. <</if>> [[Go back|oceanuni_new]]

You are too tired. [[Go back|oceanuni_new]]

<img src="Images/Basketball/cheermass.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> You see a cheerleader massaging another's back. [[Go back|oceanuni_new]]

<<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>>  <<set $phoneCallToday to false>> <<set $lilyquestProgressedToday to false>> <<set $gfquestProgressedToday to false>> <<set $samquestprogresstoday to false>> <<set $mbsprogressedtoday to false>> <<set $beachday to false>> <<set $hadmeal to false>>  <<set _newPresentDay = $presentDay>> <<set $previousIsInPast = $isInPast>>  <<if $pastWakeUpDay.includes(_newPresentDay)>> <<set $isInPast = true>> <<if $previousIsInPast is true>> <<goto "dreams">>  <<else>> <<goto "transition">>  <</if>>   <<else>> <<set $isInPast to false>>  <<if $previousIsInPast is true>> <<goto "Rose">>  <<else>> <<goto "dream_new">>  <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="Images/Nights/lazy.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /> Don't be lazy. Get up and do something. [[Wake up|room_new]]

<<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>> <<switch $sweat>> <<case 1>> <<nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Then—BANG... </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland_night.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /><div class="reveal-chunk"><img src="Images/Nights/intro_night.gif" width="400" alt="blasting window" /></div></div><</nobr>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> Your window rattles violently, and you jolt awake, heart pounding. </div><</nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<link "Wake up in sweat">> <<set $sweat = 2>> <<goto "intro3">> <</link>> </div> <<case 2>> <<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Disoriented, you sit up, the echoes of the dream still dangling in your mind. The room is dark, you see that your window is open. You get up and look out. You can a storm going away at a distance. You call out—</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Sam..?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">A voice answers from the living room. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Come down here. I am in the living room. Get your phone with you.<</say>> His voice echoes downstairs. You look down on your body.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk">[[I am naked...|room_new]]</div> <<endswitch>>

TV doesn't work currently due to the recent storm. [[Turn it off|livingroom_new]]

<div class="fullscreen-image"></div>  <div id="click-area">  <span id="wake-up-link">[[Wake Up]]</span> </div> <<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-click"] = function () { $("#click-area").one("click", function () { $("#wake-up-link").fadeIn(1000); }); }; <</script>>

<img src="Images/mcpast_home/bathroom.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> [[Bath|takeabath]] [[Stepout|corridor_old]] <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<if $lastShowerDayPast != $pastDay>> <<if $pastDay is 8>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/bath.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Heat wraps around you as you sink into the water, breath catching at the first touch. Steam clings to your skin, beads of sweat blooming where heat kisses deeper. Fingers trail through the water—slow, indulgent. [[Back to your room|Wedding]] <<set $lastShowerDayPast to $pastDay>> <<elseif $intro is 5>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The heat in the room builds as your reflection emerges in the fogged-up glass—distorted, shifting, almost otherworldly. But this time, your gaze doesn’t wander. It lingers. Lingers on the soft curve of your waist, the glistening droplets tracing a path between your breasts, the flush that creeps slowly up your neck. You’re acutely aware now—intensely aware—of the body you inhabit. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/shower/past/bathfun1.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> The woman in the fogged mirror watches you with parted lips, her lashes darkened by the mist. Steam coils around her like a veil, cloaking her in an ethereal glow. Her chest rises and falls in a soft, trembling rhythm. She looks... pleased. Hungry. Like she’s daring you to accept something you’ve spent far too long denying.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You lean into the warmth of the spray, your hands gliding down your wet skin, tracing familiar contours as if rediscovering them. The water drums softly, steady and unyielding, washing away all distractions. Your fingers wander, exploring the curve of your stomach, the soft dip of your hips, the sensitive space between your thighs. Each movement is both new and familiar, like finding a forgotten part of yourself that was always meant to be known. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/shower/past/bathfun2.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> Your breath quickens, shuddering as your hand slips lower, between your legs. The sensation is electric, each touch amplified by the heat of the water, the friction smooth and delicious. You gasp, one hand bracing against the wall, the other moving with purpose—slow at first, then with growing urgency. You set your rhythm, deliberate, as the tension mounts. Your head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as the world narrows to the feel of your own body, the heat of the water, and the flickering presence of her—the woman in the mirror—watching with a hungry, knowing look.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Your thighs tremble, your hips begin to move instinctively, urged on by a pull you can’t resist. The steam thickens around you, curling in the air like whispered desires you can't voice. You're lost in it, consumed by the ache building inside you, raw and desperate. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/shower/past/bathfun3.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> And then it happens. The release crashes over you like a wave, sweeping through you with relentless force. Your body trembles, your breath stutters, and you bite down on your knuckle to stifle the cry that threatens to escape. Your thighs clench, your knees buckle, but the wall steadies you as the sensation wracks your body. When the storm finally ebbs, the water still falls, warm and steady. You slowly open your eyes. Through the steam, the mirror clears just enough for you to see her again. She’s still there. <<set $intro += 1>> You accept it—this moment, this release. It wasn’t a dream after all. [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <<set $lastShowerDayPast to $pastDay>> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<set $arousal_past -= 100>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>> </div> <<else>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/bath.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You take a hot Steamy Bath. [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <</if>> <<else>> You've already showered today. [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <</if>> <<set $arousal_past -= 20>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

Change Outfit <h3>Choose a new <<print $changingPart>>:</h3> <<nobr>><<set _slot to $changingPart>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<set _matchingItems to []>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<for _itemName range $wardrobePresent.list>> <<if $itemDataPresent[_itemName] && $itemDataPresent[_itemName].slot === _slot>> <<set _matchingItems.push(_itemName)>> <</if>> <</for>><</nobr>> <<if _matchingItems.length is 0>><p><i>You have no items in this category.</i></p> <<else>> <<for _itemName range _matchingItems>> <<capture _itemName>> <<set _item to $itemDataPresent[_itemName]>> <div class="mirror-scene"><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; border: 2px solid #ccc; padding: 15px; display: inline-block;"> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img + ".jpg">> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100">' >> <b><<= _itemName >></b> <small><<= _item.description >></small> <<if _slot eq "top">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $top_present to _itemName>> <<set $topimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "bottom">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $bottom_present to _itemName>> <<set $bottomimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "shoes">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $shoes_present to _itemName>> <<set $shoesimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "bra">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $bra_present to _itemName>> <<set $braimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "underwear">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $underwear_present to _itemName>> <<set $underwearimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "hosiery">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $hosiery_present to _itemName>> <<set $hosieryimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "accf">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $accf_present to _itemName>> <<set $accfimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "accb">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $accb_present to _itemName>> <<set $accbimgname_present to $itemDataPresent[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePresent">> <</link>><</if>> </div></div><</capture>><</for>><</if>> <<link "Cancel">><<goto "WardrobePresent">><</link>>

<div class="mirror-scene"> <table border="2" cellpadding="12">  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Outerwear</th></tr> <tr> <td>Top</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $top_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $topimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $top_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >> <b><<=$top_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$top_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "topp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $top_past to "None">><<set $topimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td>Bottom</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $bottom_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $bottomimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $bottom_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >> <b><<=$bottom_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$bottom_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "bottomp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $bottom_past to "None">><<set $bottomimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td>Shoes</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $shoes_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $shoesimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Top: " + $shoes_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$shoes_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$shoes_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>><<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "shoesp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $shoes_past to "None">><<set $shoesimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>> <</nobr>> </td> </tr>  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Innerwear</th></tr> <tr>  <td>Bra</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $bra_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $braimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Bra: " + $bra_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$bra_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$bra_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "brap">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $bra_past to "None">><<set $braimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td>Underwear</td> <td colspan="2"> <<if $underwear_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $underwearimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Underwear: " + $underwear_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$underwear_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$underwear_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "underwearp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $underwear_past to "None">><<set $underwearimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td>Hosiery</td> <td colspan="5"> <<if $hosiery_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $hosieryimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Hosiery: " + $hosiery_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$hosiery_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$hosiery_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "hosieryp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $hosiery_past to "None">><<set $hosieryimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td> </tr>  <tr><th colspan="8" style="text-align:center;">Accessories</th></tr> <tr>  <td>Front</td> <td colspan="4"> <<if $accf_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $accfimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "ACCF: " + $accf_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$accf_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$accf_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "accfp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $accf_past to "None">><<set $accfimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td>  <td>Back</td> <td colspan="4"> <<if $accb_past != "None">> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $accbimgname_past + ".jpg">> <<set _altText to "Hosiery: " + $accb_past>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _altText + '">' >><br> <b><<=$accb_past>></b><br> <small><<print $itemDataPast[$accb_past].description>></small> <<else>> <i>Nothing equipped</i> <</if>> <br> <<nobr>> <<link "Change">><<set $changingPart to "accbp">><<goto "Change Outfit Past">><</link>> | <<link "Remove">><<set $accb_past to "None">><<set $accbimgname_past to "None">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>><</nobr>> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [[Step out of the Wardrobe|bedroom_old]]

:: UtilityFunctions  <script> window.setup = window.setup || {}; setup.equip = function (item, category) { // Unequip currently equipped item in the category State.variables.inventory .filter(function (i) { return i.category === category && i.equipped; }) .forEach(function (i) { i.equipped = false; }); // Equip the selected item item.equipped = true; }; </script>

<<set Config.history.maxStates to 1>> <<include "TimeWidgets">> <<include "OutfitWidget">> <<set $sidebarBG to "Images/logos/waves-black.gif">>  <<set $dayNames to ["Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday", "Sunday"]>>  <<set $presentDay to 1>> <<set $presentDayIndex to 0>>  <<set $presentTimeOfDay to "Morning">> <<set $journalEntries to []>> <<set $hasJournal to true>>  <<set $pastDay to 1>> <<set $pastDayIndex to 0>>  <<set $pastTimeOfDay to "Morning">>  <<set $introquest to 0>> <<set $samquest to 0>> <<set $samquestprogresstoday to false>> <<set $lilyquest to 0>> <<set $gfquest to 0>> <<set $reyesquest to 0>> <<set $uniintro to 0>> <<set $homecall to 1>> <<set $phoneCallToday to false>> <<set $lilyquestProgressedToday to false>> <<set $gfquestProgressedToday to false>> <<set $mbsprogressedtoday to false>> <<set $fulciquest to 0>> <<set $pastintro to 1>> <<set $practiceDay to 1>> <<set $cheer to 1>> <<set $normallec to 1>> <<set $xtraclass to 1>> <<set $menwork to 1>> <<set $womanwork to 0>> <<set $satwork to 1>> <<set $samprac to 1>> <<set $uwevent to 0>> <<set $violin to 0>> <<set $size to 0>> <<set $rinaquest to 0>> <<set $mbs to 1>> <<set $swim to 1>> <<set $ShowBra to false>> <<set $juliequest to 0>> <<set $weddingnight = 0>> <<set $mbs to 1>> <<set $mbsout to 1>> <<set $rina to 1>> <<set $pastwedq to 0>> <<set $visitedRaol to 0>> <<set $visitedLisa to 0>> <<set $visitedWilliam to 0>> <<set $pastwakeup to 1>> <<set $clubevent to 0>> <<set $hadmeal to false>> <<set $aliadate to 1>> <<set $beachday to false>> <<set $sam to 1>> <<set $lilyscene to 1>> <<set $samday to 1>> <<set $uwlily to 1>> <<set $uwstore to 1>> <<set $uwlocker to 1>> <<set $suit to 1>> <<set $pastWakeUpDay = [ 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, 46, 50, 57, 58, 65, 84, 88, 92, 99, 100, 107, 126, 130, 134, 141, 142, 149, 168, 172, 176, 183, 184, 191, 210, 214, 218, 225, 226, 233, 252, 256, 260, 267, 268, 275, 294, 298, 302, 309, 310, 317, 336, 340, 344 ]>> <<set $lastShowerDayPresent to 0>> <<set $lastShowerDayPast to 0>> <<set $masterDay to 1>>   <<set $isInPast to false>>  <<set $money_present to 1000>> <<set $upkeep_present to 700>> <<set $femininity_present to 0>> <<set $bisexuality_present to 0>> <<set $arousal_present to 0>> <<set $max_arousal to 100>> <<set $corruption_present to 0>> <<set $debt_present to 400000>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<set $money_past to 0>> <<set $bisexuality_past to 0>> <<set $corruption_past to 0>> <<set $arousal_past to 0>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>  <<set $hair_present to "Short">>  <<set $face_present to 1>>  <<set $lips_present to 0>>  <<set $waist_present to 1>>  <<set $chest_present to 0>>  <<set $genitals_present to 5>>  <<set $ass_present to 0>>  <<set $legs_present to 1>>  <<set $hands_present to 1>>   <<set $hair_past to "Long">>  <<set $face_past to 1>>  <<set $lips_past to 1>>  <<set $waist_past to 0>>  <<set $chest_past to 1>>  <<set $genitals_past to 0>>  <<set $ass_past to 1>>  <<set $legs_past to 1>>  <<set $hands_past to 1>>   <<set $virginity_present to 0>> <<set $analvirginity_present to 0>> <<set $bbcinterest_present to 0>> <<set $bbcvirgin_present to 0>>  <<set $virginity_past to 0>> <<set $analvirginity_past to 0>> <<set $bbcinterest_past to 0>> <<set $bbcvirgin_past to 0>> <<set $intro = 1>> <<set $sweat = 1>> <<set $tvnew1 to 1>> <<set $past3 to 1>>  <<set $itemDataPresent = { "White T-Shirt": { slot: "top", img: "whitetshirt", description: "A crisp white t-shirt." }, "Blue Jeans": { slot: "bottom", img: "BlueJeans", description: "Classic blue jeans." }, "Red Sneakers": { slot: "shoes", img: "RedSneakers", description: "Casual red sneakers." }, "White Socks": { slot: "hosiery", img: "whitesocks", description: "Clean white socks." }, "Black Socks": { slot: "hosiery", img: "blacksocks", description: "Clean white socks.", price: 250 }, "Black Boxers": { slot: "underwear", img: "underwear1", description: "A piece to hold your piece." }, "Black Shirt": { slot: "top", img: "blackshirt", description: "A Demure black shirt.", price: 250 }, "Black Jeans": { slot: "bottom", img: "blackjeans", description: "Fashionable black jeans.", price: 250 }, "Black Shoes": { slot: "shoes", img: "blackshoes", description: "Formal black shoes.", price: 300 }, "Formal Suit": { slot: "top", img: "suittop", description: "A party Suit", price: 500 }, "Formal Pants": { slot: "bottom", img: "suitpant", description: "A party Suit pant", price: 500 }, "Expensive Shoes": { slot: "shoes", img: "suitshoes", description: "Expensive Black Shoes.", price: 300 }, "Black BoyShorts": { slot: "underwear", img: "bbs1", description: "a woman's black boyshorts", }, "White Boxers": { slot: "underwear", img: "underwear2", description: "A piece to hold your piece.", price: 300 }, "Condoms XL": { img: "condomsXL", description: "Extra large condoms." }, "Condoms M": { img: "condomsM", description: "Standard size condoms." }, "Wrench": { img: "wrench", price: 150, description: "A sturdy Wrench." }, "White Boy Shorts": { slot: "underwear", img: "whiteboyshorts", price: 90, description: "White cotton boyshorts." }, "Black Boy Shorts": { slot: "underwear", img: "blackboyshorts", description: "Black cotton boyshorts." }, "Blue Boy Shorts": { slot: "underwear", img: "blueboyshorts", description: "Blue cotton boyshorts." }, "Sex on the Beach": { img: "sotb", price: 150, description: "Lily's drink." }, "Blowjob": { img: "bjdrink", price: 150, description: "Your drink with something extra." }, "Pina Colada": { img: "pinacolada", price: 150, description: "A refreshing cocktail." } }>> <<newinv $wardrobePresent>>  <<pickup $wardrobePresent "White T-Shirt" 1 "Blue Jeans" 1 "Red Sneakers" 1 "Black Boxers" 1 "White Socks" 1>> <<newinv $menssection>> <<pickup $menssection "Black Shirt" 1 "Black Jeans" 1 "Black Shoes" 1 "White Boxers" 1 "Black Socks" 1>> <<newinv $bag>>  <<set $top_present to "None">> <<set $topimgname_present to "None">> <<set $bottom_present to "None">> <<set $bottomimgname_present to "None">> <<set $dress_present to "None">> <<set $dressimgname_present to "None">> <<set $shoes_present to "None">> <<set $shoesimgname_present to "None">> <<set $bra_present to "None">> <<set $braimgname_present to "None">> <<set $underwear_present to "None">> <<set $underwearimgname_present to "None">> <<set $onepiece_present to "None">> <<set $onepieceimgname_present to "None">> <<set $hosiery_present to "None">> <<set $hosieryimgname_present to "None">> <<set $accf_present to "None">> <<set $accfimgname_present to "None">> <<set $accb_present to "None">> <<set $accbimgname_present to "None">>  <<set $itemDataPast = { "Wedding Gown": { slot: "topp", img: "gownwed", description: "Your Wedding Gown." }, "Summer Dress": { slot: "topp", img: "summerdress", description: "A flowery summer dress." }, "Black Dress": { slot: "topp", img: "dress3", description: "An Elegant Black dress." }, "Polka Dot Dress": { slot: "topp", img: "dress4", description: "A Polka Dot dress." }, "White sheer stockings": { slot: "hosieryp", img: "stockingswed", description: "Hugging White Stockings." }, "Black stockings": { slot: "hosieryp", img: "blackstockings", description: "Comfortable Black Stockings." }, "Silk Nightgown": { slot: "topp", img: "lacynightgown", description: "a silk nightgown", }, "Wedding Heels": { slot: "shoesp", img: "heelswed", description: "White high heels." }, "Sandals": { slot: "shoesp", img: "sandals1", description: "Beautiful Sandals." }, "Shoes": { slot: "shoesp", img: "shoes3", description: "Shoes for everyday use." }, "Wedding Brassiere": { slot: "brap", img: "brawed", description: "An elegant bra." }, "Push Brassiere": { slot: "brap", img: "bra3", description: "To lift up your mountains." }, "Lace Brassiere": { slot: "brap", img: "bra4", description: "Lacy elegant Bra." }, "Colored Brassiere": { slot: "brap", img: "bra2", description: "A simple comfortable bra." }, "Garter": { slot: "bottomp", img: "garterwed", description: "A wedding garter set." }, "Black Garter": { slot: "bottomp", img: "garter2", description: "Comfortable garter." }, "Stylish Garter": { slot: "bottomp", img: "stylishgarter", description: "An expensive stylish garter." }, "Lacy Panties": { slot: "bottomp", img: "panties2", description: "Lacy panties." }, "Regular Panties": { slot: "bottomp", img: "panties3", description: "An everyday use panty." }, "Black Panties": { slot: "underwearp", img: "panties", description: "A snug black panties." } }>> <<newinv $wardrobePast>> <<pickup $wardrobePast "Silk Nightgown" 1 "Black Panties" 1 "Summer Dress" 1 "Black Dress" 1 "Polka Dot Dress" 1 "Black stockings" 1 "Sandals" 1 "Shoes" 1 "Push Brassiere" 1 "Lace Brassiere" 1 "Colored Brassiere" 1 "Garter" 1 "Black Garter" 1 "Stylish Garter" 1>>  <<set $top_past to "Silk Nightgown">> <<set $topimgname_past to "lacynightgown">> <<set $bottom_past to "None">> <<set $bottomimgname_past to "None">> <<set $shoes_past to "None">> <<set $shoesimgname_past to "None">> <<set $bra_past to "None">> <<set $braimgname_past to "None">> <<set $underwear_past to "Black Panties">> <<set $underwearimgname_past to "panties">> <<set $hosiery_past to "None">> <<set $hosieryimgname_past to "None">> <<set $accf_past to "None">> <<set $accfimgname_past to "None">> <<set $accb_past to "None">> <<set $accbimgname_past to "None">> <<widget "updateStatsUI">><<script>> (function () { const v = State.variables; const isPast = v.isInPast; const bi = isPast ? v.bisexuality_past : v.bisexuality_present; const money = isPast ? v.money_past : v.money_present; const upkeep = isPast ? 0 : v.upkeep_present; const corr = isPast ? v.corruption_past : v.corruption_present; const arousal = isPast ? v.arousal_past : v.arousal_present; // Main Stats Box let mainStats = ` <div style="background: #e0f2f7; /* Light blue-gray */ color: #2c3e50; /* Dark, muted blue */ padding: 1.2em 1.5em; /* Slightly more vertical padding */ border-radius: 12px; /* Softer, more pronounced rounded corners */ margin: 1.5em auto; /* Centers the div horizontally and adds space */ max-width: 600px; /* Prevents it from getting too wide on large screens */ font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; /* Modern, readable font */ font-size: 16px; text-align: center; line-height: 1.6; box-shadow: 0 4px 8px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); /* Subtle shadow for depth */"> `; if (!isPast) { mainStats += `<div><b> Feminine:</b> ${v.femininity_present}</div>`; } mainStats += `<div><b> Bisexuality:</b> ${bi}</div>`; mainStats += `<div><b> Money:</b> ${money.toLocaleString()} ${!isPast ? `(-${upkeep}/wk)` : ''}</div>`; mainStats += `<div><b> Corruption:</b> ${corr}</div>`; mainStats += `<div><b>Arousal:</b> ${arousal}</div>`; mainStats += `</div>`; // Debt Box let debtBox = ``; if (!isPast && v.debt_present > 0) { debtBox = ` <div style="background: #cea4e0; color: #fff; padding: 1em; border-radius: 8px; font-size: 16px;"> <div><b>📉 Debt:</b> ${v.debt_present.toLocaleString()}</div> </div>`; } if (!jQuery('#myStatsWrapper').length) { jQuery('#menu').prepend('<div id="myStatsWrapper">' + mainStats + debtBox + '</div>'); } else { jQuery('#myStatsWrapper').html(mainStats + debtBox); } })(); <</script>> <</widget>> <<script>> postdisplay["fade-title"] = function () { setup.revealFadeOut(); }; <</script>> <<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); };<</script>>

:: TestImage <<set _item to { img: "whitetshirt", name: "White T-Shirt" }>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + _item.img + ".jpg">> <p>DEBUG: _item.img = <<= _item.img >></p> <p>DEBUG: _imgPath = <<= _imgPath >></p> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100" alt="' + _item.name + '">' >> <<say "Alex" "left" "images/alex.png">>So, you're really going through with this?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "images/you.png">>I don't see any other choice.<</say>> <span style="color: #1e3deb;">Julie is here?</span> <span style="color: #ed61d8;">Julie is here?</span>

Change Outfit (Past) <h3>Choose a new <<print $changingPart>>:</h3> <<set _slot to $changingPart>> <<set _matchingItems to []>> <<for _itemName range $wardrobePast.list>> <<if $itemDataPast[_itemName] && $itemDataPast[_itemName].slot === _slot>> <<set _matchingItems.push(_itemName)>><</if>><</for>> <<if _matchingItems.length is 0>> <p><i>You have no items in this category.</i></p><<else>> <<for _itemName range _matchingItems>> <<capture _itemName>> <<set _item to $itemDataPast[_itemName]>> <div class="mirror-scene"> <div style="margin-bottom: 20px; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 10px; display: inline-block;"> <<set _imgPath to "Images/pastwear/" + $itemDataPast[_itemName].img + ".jpg">> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100">' >> <b><<= _itemName >></b><br> <small><<= _item.description >></small><br> <<if _slot eq "topp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $top_past to _itemName>> <<set $topimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "bottomp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $bottom_past to _itemName>> <<set $bottomimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "shoesp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $shoes_past to _itemName>> <<set $shoesimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "brap">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $bra_past to _itemName>> <<set $braimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "underwearp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $underwear_past to _itemName>> <<set $underwearimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "hosieryp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $hosiery_past to _itemName>> <<set $hosieryimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "accfp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $accf_past to _itemName>> <<set $accfimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <<elseif _slot eq "accbp">> <<link "Wear this">> <<set $accb_past to _itemName>> <<set $accbimgname_past to $itemDataPast[_itemName].img>> <<goto "WardrobePast">> <</link>> <</if>> </div> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> <<link "Cancel">><<goto "WardrobePast">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>><</nobr>> <<switch $introquest>> <<case 0>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><img src="Images/NPC/Sam/samnoshirt.jpg" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Nothing seems to work. I can't reach anyone?<</say>> You pull out your phone and try to call your friend Rina.but just as the screen begins to load, the call abruptly drops. Frustrated, you stare at the screen, watching the connection fail, wondering if it’s the signal or something else entirely. You try again, but the result is the same — no answer, no connection. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, I just tried calling Rina as well. It’s strange that the call dropped like that. I hope she’s okay.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Except network everything seems fine. I can access some of the internet but nothing else works. No calls. No messages. Looks like the storm cooked up everything. Man, I heard your windows flutter.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, it was terrifying. Are you okay?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><p>You glance out the window. The sky looks a bit clearer now, but the remnants of the storm still linger on the horizon of the ocean. Some of your neighbours are out, speaking to each other looking up at the sky.</p> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Looks like the worst has passed us. Let's switch on the TV, There should be something on there.<</say>> <p>You turn the TV and flip through all channels. None of them work. All the OTTs are down as well. Well there goes my weekly episodes of Haniko Nianko. While shuffling through channels you stumble upon a broadcast channel.</p> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Wait?<</say>> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[Switch back|Sam_1]] </div> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk">The screen reads...</div> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <b>EMERGENCY BROADCAST</b></div><</nobr>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> as the image flickers with static. </div><</nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/anchor img.png" width="600" alt="Sam Image" /></div> Megan, the anchor from OceanNews, appears on screen — visibly agitated, breath shallow, voice cracking slightly. You can see her deep cleavage that she always sports. Even amid the tension, there's something magnetic about her. <<say "Anchor" "left" "Images/NPC/chanel anchor.jpg">> Citizens of Ocean View, our small island is currently surrounded by an intense and persistent storm. The only contact with the authorities outside has been established via radio transmission. If you wish to reach your loved ones, visit your local store to place a call while communication lines remain open. Neither the high command nor our island officials can confirm when the storm will end. However, domestic weather reports indicate that it will not strike the island directly. We are safe. Access to archival internet services has been restored, but all communication systems are still offline. For now, We urge the citizens of Oceanview to come together and adapt during this uncertain time. Emergency services will continue operating, and essential supplies remain available. We encourage businesses, schools, and institutions to maintain normalcy where possible. While there is no immediate cause for alarm, we advise all residents to prepare for possible disruptions. Stock up on necessities, check in on your neighbors, and stay informed. Updates will be broadcasted regularly as new information becomes available. Remember—stay calm, stay safe, and support one another. Now an important message from our incumbent Mayor Jonathor Reyes. <</say>> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[The Mayor comes on|Sam_1]] </div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The camera switches to Mayor Reyes. You are well aware of the rumors surrounding Mayor Reyes having an affair with his secretary. It was huge political scandal but it is working surprising well for his relection. He is a handsome middle aged man so that must have also been a factor.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reyes/reyesspeech.webp" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>I know many of you are unsettled by the storm that now surrounds our home. We all have questions—when will it pass? Why has it come so suddenly? What does this mean for our future? Right now, we don’t have all the answers. But what we do know is this: The storm has completely cut off travel and communication with the outside world. Our only remaining contact with mainland authorities is through standard telecommunication. Experts assure us that the storm will not directly strike the island, but the outisde world can't reach us for now. The president has assured me that he and his team at NASA and WAOA are doign everything in their power to send help. We are self sustained for now. However, we must remain cautious and prepared. For now, life must go on. Schools, businesses, and essential services will continue to operate as usual. The local government is working closely with emergency responders to ensure that supplies remain stocked and that every citizen is safe. Stores will provide limited access to outside communication for those needing to contact loved ones. I urge you all to stay calm and look out for one another. Ocean View has always been a strong, self-reliant community, and we will face this together. In the coming days, we will provide updates as we learn more. Until then, trust in each other, stay prepared, and remain hopeful. We have weathered many storms before. We will weather this one too.<</say>> The screen flickers for a moment before switching to static.</div> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[Talk to Sam|Sam_1]] <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>What the hell was that <</say>> You can’t believe your eyes. Your gaze shifts again to the window, where the neighbors have come down. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Seems like everyone caught the broadcast.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Yeah, the lightning was fucking deafning. It woke up Julie.<</say>> <span style="color: #1e3deb;">Julie is here?</span> </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Julie/julieintro.jpg" width="500" alt="Sam Image" /></div> Julie is in Physics class with you. She was Miss OceanView last summer. You had a slight crush on her when you started your Masters ans she used to sit next to you in class, but it went away after you found out she was in a relationship. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[Julie is here?|Sam_1]]<</say>></div> <<set $introquest += 1>> <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Before Sam can speak, Julie steps out of his bedroom — wearing nothing but sheer white nightgown and lingerie. The fabric clings to her curves, nearly translucent in the soft light. Her nipples press boldly through the thin lace, hard and unmistakable. Her breasts sway with each step, a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Even half-asleep, there's a raw, aching beauty to her — sensual, effortless, and impossible to ignore. <<set $arousal_present += 10>><<updateStatsUI>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Julie/julienight.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Hey $playerName, I didn’t know you woke up. Did we wake you up? Were we that loud?<</say>> She flashes you a grin and walks up to Sam, draping herself against him. He chuckles and rests an arm around her waist. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>We’ve all got different ways of handling cabin fever. I mean, most of us got everything we need right here. The Mayor says supplies are stocked. This’ll pass. It's temporary.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Besides, there’s no other place I’d rather be.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Julie/samjulie.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> She kisses Sam on the lips — slow, deep. You instinctively look away. She looks at you from the corner of her eye. Then she looks behind you. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpresent_home/violin wall.jpg" width="300" alt="Sam Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Hey. $playerName. I didn't know you play the Violin. That's so boss. I am in the OceanView Symphony Orchestra. You should visit sometime. We practice on Friday mornings.<</say>> You blush. Ohh wow that's sounds like a great time. Besides you can catch up with Julie without Sam being around. Maybe I should check it out. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Come soon, honey. I have to wake up in an hour or so for work.<</say>> She leaves the room. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>You should call your parents.<</say>> The moment he brought them up, a wave of guilt washes over you. It had been days since you'd last spoken to your parents—a lapse that hadn't even registered until now. Your mother, who rarely misses a day without checking in, must be beside herself with worry. You can almost picture her pacing the living room, phone in hand, glancing at the clock, wondering why you haven't called. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’ll do it tomorrow after classes.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>You sure? Might be a while before we get full service back.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. I mean, what else can I do? Freak out?<</say>> Sam tilts his head, studying you. The TV light catches the cut of his chest. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.<</say>> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[Shit!!|Sam_1]] </div> <<case 5>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Your stomach tightens. The dream lingers — its heat still clinging to you. You force a laugh, hoping it sounds casual, normal. But it doesn’t feel normal. Not even close. Who were those women? They both looked different. Why were they so... sexy? The images from the dream are still vivid, etched behind your eyelids like smoke on glass — warm skin, whispered words, the pull of something deep and primal. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Just a weird dream.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Yeah? What about?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Nothing important. Forget it.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Suit yourself. Just don’t let it mess with your head. We’ll manage fine.<</say>> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[Go to your room|charintro]] </div> <<endswitch>>

<<set $isInPast to false>> <<nobr>><<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <video width="1920" height="720" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/Present_Past/Rose.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> </div><</nobr>> <<if $presentDay is 5>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> A queen, with lips that hunger still, 'Neath shadows' kiss, she tempts the night, ‘Votum sumere’, they whisper low — Her heart, a chalice, warms the bite.</div><</if>> <<if $presentDay is 9>> A queen, with lips that hunger still, 'Neath shadows' kiss, she tempts the night, Votum sumere, they whisper low — Her heart, a chalice, warms the bite. The stars recoil from her command, Yet dare not flee her silken snare; She walks where gods have turned to sand, Their prayers now thorn within her hair.<</if>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<link "You don't remember what happened">> <<goto "room_new">> <</link>> </div>

A gentle breeze brushes your cheek, carrying the scent of fresh linen and delicate perfume. The distant murmur of birdsong stirs in the background, blending with the rustling of leaves outside an open window. Light spills across your eyelids, golden and inviting. You wake slowly, awareness creeping in like the morning sun. The first thing you notice is the feeling of fabric against your skin—smooth, delicate, utterly foreign. Your hands skim the material instinctively, fingertips tracing embroidered lace and flowing silk. You glance down. A pristine white nightgown drapes over your frame, clinging softly in places, loose and airy in others. Panic flutters in your chest as you sit up. The sheets beneath you are luxurious, far too soft to belong to your own bed. The room is grand, elegant—high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, a chandelier catching the morning light, furniture carved with exquisite craftsmanship. Your pulse quickens. You push back the covers, bare feet meeting the cool, polished floor. Each step feels too light, too different. Something feels wrong. Your breath catches as you approach a gilded vanity, eyes locking onto the mirror’s reflection. A woman stares back at you. She is stunning. Delicate features, full lips, wide eyes framed by long lashes. Hair cascades down in elegant waves, shining in the soft morning glow. You lift a hand—she does the same. The movement sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands are smaller, slender, graceful. You reach up, hesitantly brushing your fingers over your face. The skin is impossibly smooth. The reflection mimics your every movement, but something inside you protests. A soft gasp escapes your lips. The sound startles you. The voice is higher, sweeter, undeniably feminine. Your stomach twists. Is this a dream? Or… was that a dream? Your fingers grip the edge of the vanity as you steady yourself. You need answers. Hesitantly, you turn away from the mirror, scanning the room. The wardrobe stands tall against the far wall, its doors slightly ajar. revealing neatly arranged dresses, skirts, and delicate blouses. Shoes, some with modest heels, are lined up perfectly beneath them. Your pulse pounds in your ears. You need to know more. You need to know where you are. Steeling yourself, you move toward the bedroom door and pull it open. A long hallway stretches before you, lined with polished wood floors and framed paintings of idyllic landscapes. The scent of fresh coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods. Somewhere, a radio hums softly, its music distant but unmistakably old-fashioned.

<<nobr>><<script>> postdisplay["reveal-on-load"] = function () { setup.revealChunks(); }; <</script>><</nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You set to work, tidying the already immaculate bedroom—smoothing silken sheets, aligning perfume bottles on the vanity until their reflections gleam just right. The motions feel foreign, yet soothing. Every gesture reinforces the delicate grace of the body you're in, the quiet choreography of wrists, hips, and breath. From another room, the radio hums low—a woman’s voice offering evening recipes, homemaking tips, the soft rhythm of domesticity wrapping around you like steam. You move on to vaccum the floor. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/chores.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You are tired. Your limbs ache not from labor, but from holding this stillness, this poise. A bath, you think. The word lingers strangely on your tongue—soft, old-fashioned, almost sacred. Bath. It sounds indulgent. Sensual. A little forbidden. The idea alone warms you. You rise, skin brushing satin, and feel the way your body moves—graceful, curved, achingly sensitive. Yes. A bath. You need to feel water on this skin. You need to slip under, slowly, and not come up too fast. You remove your nightgown as you fondle your breasts almost naturally in a trance of what's to come. You notice how sensitive your nipples are. >><<set $arousal_past += 40>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/undress.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The Sound of the word Bath lingers in your head. It sounds so... [[British|corridor_old]] </div> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<set $intro += 1>> <<set $top_past to "None">> <<set $topimgname_past to "None">> <<set $bottom_past to "None">> <<set $bottomimgname_past to "None">> <<set $shoes_past to "None">> <<set $shoesimgname_past to "None">> <<set $bra_past to "None">> <<set $braimgname_past to "None">> <<set $underwear_past to "None">> <<set $underwearimgname_past to "None">>

You sink deeper into the bath, water lapping gently at your skin, steam curling upward in soft, ghostly ribbons. The scent of rose and something muskier clings to the air, sweet and heady. Your knees breach the surface, glistening, parted. The warm water caresses you like a second skin, softening every edge, every thought. You let your head fall back, the porcelain cradle cool against your neck, and breathe. Your fingers drift lazily over your stomach, tracing idle patterns just beneath the surface. They trail lower, dipping into the space between your thighs. The slick heat there makes you shiver. It’s not just the water. Not just curiosity anymore. You pause—waiting for hesitation to return—but it doesn’t. Only your pulse, thrumming louder. Only breath, deepening. You spread your legs a little wider, water sloshing softly in protest, and touch yourself. Lightly at first, a simple glide along the folds, a tease. Your fingers find how wet you already are, how ready, how aching. Your breath catches in your throat. You move in slow circles, testing rhythm and pressure, learning what makes your hips twitch, your toes curl. Your free hand rises, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it stiffens beneath the water. You gasp, and the sound echoes, intimate and unguarded in the tiled room. Pleasure coils inside you like something ancient waking up. Something hungry. You press deeper now, fingers sliding in, the stretch dizzying. Your hips lift, water spilling over the sides. The heat in your belly intensifies, sharp and blinding. You find that perfect spot and rub, desperate, relentless, chasing the crest that flirts just out of reach. The water slaps quietly with each movement, a rhythm all your own. You moan—a soft, helpless sound—and bite your lip. Your legs tremble. The edge draws near, unbearable in its sweetness. And then— It hits you. Hard. A surge, hot and violent and perfect. Your thighs clamp, your body arches, water splashing over the tub. The pleasure explodes through you in waves, leaving you open, raw, trembling. You ride it out with panting breaths, fingertips still buried, until finally, finally… it fades. Silence. The bathwater is cooler now. Your skin prickles with aftershocks, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. You draw your hand back, watching it disappear beneath the water again. Slick. Spent.

<<macro "addJournal">> <<set _entry to { title: $args[0], content: $args[1], date: $args.length > 2 ? $args[2] : ($dayNames[$presentDayIndex] + ", " + $presentTimeOfDay), timeIndex: $presentDay * 10 + $presentDayIndex }>> <<set $journalEntries.push(_entry)>> <</macro>>

<div style="background-image: url('Images/cabinet/journal.jpg'); background-size: cover; background-position: center; padding: 2em; min-height: 100vh; color: black;"> <h2>Your Journal</h2> <p>This is where your thoughts, memories, and important events will be recorded.</p> <table border="1" style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <thead> <tr> <th>Day</th> <th>Morning</th> <th>Evening</th> <th>Night</th> </tr> </thead> <tbody> <tr> <td>Monday</td> <td>Classes</td> <td>Basketball</td> <td>Call home / Lily</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Tuesday</td> <td>Classes</td> <td>Work at apparel store</td> <td>Violin Practice at home</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Wednesday</td> <td>Classes</td> <td>Basketball</td> <td>Lily</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Thursday</td> <td>Classes</td> <td>Date</td> <td>Date</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Friday</td> <td>Violin Classes</td> <td>Work at apparel store</td> <td>Fun at home</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Saturday</td> <td>Hangout with Sam</td> <td>Go to the beach / Work</td> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>Sunday</td> <td>Spend time with Rina</td> <td>Basketball</td> <td>Date</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [[Back to Cabinet|cabinet_new]] </div>

<<run $(document).trigger(':passagerender')>> <<switch $pastintro>> <<case 1>> <<switch $pastwakeup>> <<case 1>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland1_night.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /> </div></div></div> <</nobr>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The storm rages in your mind as you slip into unconsciousness, its echoes lingering even as the darkness of sleep takes hold. Then it suddenly stops and a gentle breeze brushes your cheek, carrying with it the scent of fresh linen and delicate perfume. The distant murmur of birdsong stirs softly in the background, blending with the rustling of leaves outside an open window. Light spills across your eyelids, golden and inviting. <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/wakeup.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The haze of sleep lifting like the first rays of dawn. The first thing you notice is the fabric against your skin—smooth, delicate, utterly foreign. Your hands move instinctively, fingertips grazing the embroidered lace and flowing silk. You glance down. A pristine black nightgown drapes over your frame, clinging softly in some places, loose and airy in others. It’s a nightgown that isn’t yours. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/feelfabric.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $pastwakeup += 1>> [[Get up slowly|Wake Up]] </div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Panic flutters in your chest as you sit up, disoriented. The sheets beneath you are impossibly soft, luxurious—far too fine to be from your own bed. The room surrounding you is grand, elegant—a stark contrast to anything familiar. High ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, a chandelier catching the morning light, furniture carved with exquisite craftsmanship. Your pulse quickens as you push back the covers, bare feet meeting the cool, polished floor. Each step feels too light, too different. Something about this place, this reality, feels wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it. Breath shallow, you step toward a gilded vanity. The reflection in the mirror steals your breath away.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/herintro2.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> A woman stares back at you. She is stunning—delicate features, full lips, wide eyes framed by long lashes. Her hair cascades down in elegant waves, shining in the soft morning glow. You lift a hand. She does the same. The movement sends a shiver down your spine. The hands that mimic your every motion are smaller, slender, graceful. You reach up, hesitantly brushing your fingers over her face. <<set $arousal_past += 10>> The skin is impossibly smooth. The figure stands still, breathless and poised. Your neck is long, shoulders slender beneath the soft strap of a camisole. The fabric hugs your chest, outlining full, delicate breasts that rise and fall in perfect rhythm with your own. The waist tapers cleanly; the hips curve with quiet grace. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/herintro.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Legs extend long and smooth, shifting slightly—unsure whether to step forward or stay locked in place. The form mirrors yours, but every line is refined, elegant, unfamiliar in its perfection. Each motion sends a shiver. A soft gasp escapes your lips. The sound is higher, sweeter—undeniably feminine. The realization hits like a wave, drowning you in confusion. Is this a dream? Or… was that a dream? The room is eerily silent, save for the distant ticking of a clock. <<set $pastwakeup += 1>> [[Look around|Wake Up]]</div> <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/bedroom.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Hesitantly, you turn away from the mirror, your gaze scanning the room. The wardrobe stands against the far wall, its doors slightly ajar, revealing an array of neatly arranged dresses, skirts, and delicate blouses. Shoes, some with modest heels, line up neatly beneath them. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/pastcloset.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> A dresser sits beside the wardrobe. You open a drawer, your hands trembling as they brush over lace-trimmed undergarments and stockings. Everything is impeccably arranged. Everything is feminine.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/uwdrawerpast.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<set $arousal_past += 10>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>> You need to know more. You need to understand where you are. <<set $pastwakeup += 1>><<set $pastintro += 1>> [[You need answers|bedroom_old]]</div> <<endswitch>> <<case 2>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland1_night.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /> </div></div></div> <</nobr>> This time, you didn’t panic. Not exactly. The weight of your body still felt foreign in the moments before you opened your eyes, but it didn’t send your heart racing like before. You sat up slower, more deliberately. <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/wakeup.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Breasts shifting, hair tangling over your shoulder—you noticed it all, but you didn’t flinch. You decide to take a shower.<<set $pastintro += 1>> [[Wake up and take a bath|Bathroom]] <<case 3>> <<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland1_night.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /> </div></div></div> <</nobr>> The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. But as you open your eyes, something feels different. It’s not the usual pull of a strange dream or the unsettling images of a stormy island that fill your mind. This time, there’s nothing. No flashbacks. No haunting whispers of distant memories. Just the quiet hum of the morning outside. For a moment, you lie still, trying to capture the feeling. You don't know why, but a strange sense of calm and unease settles over you, as though you’re caught between two worlds. The world you wake up to today feels a little too familiar, almost too perfect. And yet, the faintest flicker of something else—something off—lingers. You shake your head, dismissing the thought. It’s just another morning. <img src="Images/mcpast_home/wakeup.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> You sit up slowly, trying to push the feeling away. <<nobr>><<set $top_past to "None">> <<set $topimgname_past to "None">> <<set $bottom_past to "None">> <<set $bottomimgname_past to "None">> <<set $shoes_past to "None">> <<set $shoesimgname_past to "None">> <<set $bra_past to "None">> <<set $braimgname_past to "None">> <<set $underwear_past to "None">> <<set $underwearimgname_past to "None">> <<set $hosiery_past to "None">> <<set $hosieryimgname_past to "None">><</nobr>> [[Wake up|bedroom_old]]<<set $pastintro += 1>> <<case 4>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mcpast_home/wakeup.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You slowly open your eyes. The soft morning light filters through the familiar curtains, casting gentle patterns across the room. A quiet sense of calm settles over you — a deep-rooted feeling that you belong here, in this place, at this time. Like the world around you is woven into your very being, and every corner holds a memory whispered. Despite the strange twists in your stomach, waking up feels natural, inevitable. [[Wake up|bedroom_old]]<<set $pastintro += 1>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<switch $uwevent>> <<case 1>> You stand in front of the mirror, the soft fabric of the boyshorts in your hands. It feels surreal, like you're holding something that shouldn't belong to you—but there's also an undeniable thrill to it. The lace trim, the smooth texture—it all feels unfamiliar, and yet strangely exciting. You quickly undress. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/body.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $arousal_present +=20>> You take a deep breath and slowly slip into them. The fabric feels cool against your skin at first, but soon warms up, hugging your body in ways that feel... different. You're not used to this sensation. It’s both comforting and strange. You adjust them, making sure they fit just right. The waistband sits snugly at your hips, and the soft material stretches gently across your legs. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your reflection slightly different from how you usually see yourself. There's a certain vulnerability in this moment, but also a spark of curiosity, like you're discovering something new about yourself. <<if $uwlily > 1>><<set $underwear_present to "Black Boy Shorts">><<set $underwearimgname_present to "blackboyshorts">><<drop $bag "Black Boy Shorts" 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/presentwear/blackboyshorts.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div><</if>> <<if $uwstore > 1>> <<set $underwear_present to "White Boy Shorts">><<set $underwearimgname_present to "whiteboyshorts">> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/presentwear/whiteboyshorts.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <</if>> <<if $uwlocker > 1>> <<set $underwear_present to "Blue Boy Shorts">><<set $underwearimgname_present to "blueboyshorts">><<drop $bag "Blue Boy Shorts" 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/presentwear/blueboyshorts.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <</if>><<set $uwevent += 1>> [[Admire your self|Wearunderwear_new]]<<set $arousal_present +=20>> <<case 2>> <<drop $wardrobePresent "Black Boxers" 1>> As you take in the view, you can’t help but notice the way the edges catch the light, the way they feel on your skin. It’s a subtle shift, but it’s there. Something inside you stirs—an unfamiliar confidence, or maybe just the thrill of doing something out of the ordinary. You try to ignore the nervous flutter in your chest, focusing instead on the feeling of the fabric against your skin. You find yourself reaching for your phone, your fingers hovering over the screen. It’s silly, but the idea of taking a photo feels like part of the experience. Like capturing this moment, this shift in your reality. You hesitate for just a second, then snap a quick selfie.<<set $uwevent += 1>> [[Click|Wearunderwear_new]] <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/panties.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The picture comes out better than you expected. The boyshorts fit perfectly, the lace trimming adding a delicate detail that you hadn’t quite noticed before. You look at the picture for a moment, the reflection of yourself in the screen. Your hand slips lower, fingers tracing along the waistband, dipping just beneath. You pause. One last breath. Then you wrap your hand around your cock <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/cock.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $arousal_present +=20>> The contact sends a jolt through you—sharp, electric. It’s different tonight. Not just need, but meaning. You stroke slowly at first, easing into it. The soft material still clings to your thighs, a quiet pressure, like a second skin. The contrast—the fabric and your grip, the mirror and your body—makes every sensation feel heightened, almost unreal.<<set $uwevent += 1>> [[Now faster|Wearunderwear_new]] <<case 4>> Each movement draws a gasp from your lips, not just from the friction, but from what it represents. The freedom of it. The risk. The strange beauty of letting yourself go in a way you’ve never dared before. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/mast.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Your cock stiffens in your grip, and your hand starts to move faster, guided by instinct and hunger. Every stroke pulls a low sound from your throat. You don’t try to stifle it. Not tonight. The nerves in your legs are singing now, tension curling up your spine. There’s something magnetic about your own reflection—about the way your body shifts, the way your mouth parts, the way you’ve never quite looked like this before. Or maybe it’s that you've never let yourself see it. It builds, faster now. A pressure you can't hold back. The heat in your belly coils, snaps. And then—release. <<set $arousal_present +=20>> <<link "Cum!">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> Your body arches, your cock jerks in your hand, and cum spills across your stomach in quick, pulsing waves. It’s messy. Real. You gasp again, trembling, hand slowing as the last pulses fade.<<set $uwevent += 1>> [[Climb on bed|room_new]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<set $femininity_present += 2>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<p><b>You can't leave the room like this right now.</b></p> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland_night.gif" width="300" alt="My Image" /> <p>You should wear your Top, Bottom, Underwear and Shoes.</p> [[Go back|room_new]]

You sit on the Sofa. [[Watch TV|tv_new]]

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/kitchen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Kitchen</b> You have a hearty pie. [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]] <<set $hadmeal to true>> <<set $arousal_present -=10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<switch $introquest>> <<case 6>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/kitchen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Kitchen</b> <div class="reveal-chunk"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/bag college.jpg" width="200" alt="Sam Image" /> You adjust your bag over your shoulder and head to the kitchen. A quick coffee first — you need the caffeine to shrug off whatever that was last night. Sam's already at the stove, plating up an omelet like he's running a breakfast diner. He slides the plate toward you with a practiced flick of the wrist. “Bon appétit.”</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/yum.jpg" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You take a bite. Damn, it’s good. You’ve told him a dozen times he should be a chef. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Seriously, you ever think of opening a place?"<</say>> You mumble with your mouth half-full. Sam shrugs, pouring himself some juice. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>My dad expects me to take over the bioscience business. Gene therapy, not garlic butter.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Missed opportunity.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>How’s the omelet?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Terrific as always. Alright, I’ll see you later, Sam.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Hold it, Juice. I need a favor.<</say>></div> <<set $introquest += 1>> [[Turn Around|kitchen_new1]] <<case 7>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You pause mid-step. Oh great. He only calls you "Juice" when he’s about to be annoying. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Since you’re hitting the store today, can you grab a few Invisi condoms? Just to stock up, you know.<</say>> You freeze. Of course. The extra cheese makes sense now — it was a bribe. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Why don’t you get them yourself?<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Because that cashier — Lily —You friend, she made goo-goo eyes at me. And I need to stay focused. Tryouts are next month.<</say>> Lily. Of course she did. You had met Lily the first time you had landed in OceanView. You wouldn't call her your friend, she only spoke to you because as she put it-You hung out with the basketball crowd- Whatever that means. She was all over Sam the first time he walked into the store. Honestly, you’re surprised they haven’t had sex yet. With Sam, it’s usually just a matter of time. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>So you’re telling me you don’t want to fuck Julie and Lily at the same time because of basketball tryouts?<</say>> You ponder over your own sex life — or lack of one. It’s been… quiet. Nothing serious in years. You kissed a girl once in high school. It was quick, awkward, but kind of nice. Then there was prom night. Rebecca. You were both drunk, messing around in the back of her car. Things got heated — her hand went into your pants — and then, suddenly, she stopped. Just like that. You remember lying there, confused, half-naked, and not knowing what to say. You still wonder what made her stop? <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Exactly.<</say>> Sometimes Sam tends to miss sarcasm. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Fine. But next time, you’re getting my embarrassing stuff.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>The only embarrassing stuff I ever bought were Lacy thongs, for my ex. So next time, I’ll grab you some lacy thongs.<</say>> You groan and push the door open. [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]] <<set $introquest += 1>> <<set $samquest += 1>> </div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $uniintro>> <<case 0>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/university/unicorri.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You arrive at the University later than usual. Not late-late, but that particular kind of late where everyone’s already talking about something you don’t understand and no one has time to explain. You assume this is because of the storm last night. Now that you think of it, This storm is a particularly strange situation. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk">There’s a commotion outside the main building. A cluster of students surrounding the bulletin board, buzzing like flies over a spilled drink. Sam waves you over, already red in the face and halfway through an existential crisis. Sam has a car so he leaves late and arrives before you. He has offered to drop you several times but you just don't like to depend on him for everything. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>We’ve been drafted.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>What?<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Alia/aliaintro.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You see Alia pacing in small circles nearby, mumbling to herself like she’s counting invisible sheep. She's wearing her cheerleader outfit — all short pleats and bouncing confidence — but she doesn't seem to notice the way it turns heads. You do. You've always noticed. There’s something about the way she frowns while thinking, biting her lip absentmindedly, that makes your chest tighten. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Elijah/elijahintro.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Elijah your basketball teammate is eaning against the wall and squinting at the notice like it personally insulted him. He’s white, maybe a few years older than you, but with the kind of calm that makes him feel even older. You push through the crowd to [[read it.|University Intro]] <<set $uniintro += 1>></div> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/logos/Notice board uni 1.jpg" width="500" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You read it twice. You blink. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Is this a joke? I thought we had free days on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Oh, it’s a very specific kind of joke. The kind where you’re the punchline and also naked for some reason. I guess this is part of their maintaining normalcy routine that the Mayor spoke about last night.<</say>> Elijah holds up a pen. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Do you think if I stab myself in the leg, I can get out of this?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I’ll do it for you. It’ll be a bonding experience. By the way, If this is from Mayor Reyes it must be good for us. He always look out for the community.<</say>> Alia offers brightly. You hear snippets from the crowd: <<say "Boy with a hoodie">>She made us read a whole paper on eye contact last term.<</say>> <<say "Girl without a hoodie">> My cousin said she once made everyone sit in silence for twenty minutes just to see who broke first.<</say>> <<say "Teacher">>She made the Dean apologize to her. In writing.<</say>> <<say "Girl without a hoodie">>She grades in red lipstick. I don’t mean pen — I mean she kisses the paper.<</say>> <<say "A curious girl">>Some guys who’ve been in her class just... start carrying themselves differently. Hard to explain.<</say>> That last particular detail caught your attention. What does he mean different? And then—[[Tap. Tap. Tap.|University Intro]] </div><<set $uniintro += 1>> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/reyheels.gif" width="500" alt="Sam Image" /></div> Sharp, slow, perfectly timed. Like punctuation marks in an essay you don’t want to read. You turn. And there she is. Her skirt clings like it’s been tailored by sin itself, and her blouse is tight — the kind of outfit that shouldn’t be allowed on campus and yet somehow makes everything else look irrelevant. Her sunglasses hide her eyes, but her mouth is another matter: crimson red, full, and curved with the faintest trace of amusement or cruelty. You’re not sure which. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/reyintro.jpg" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> Everything about her is deliberate. From the click of her heels to the slight sway of her hips, to the way the breeze seems to move around her rather than touch her. <<set $uniintro += 1>>[[Turn Around.|University Intro]]</div> <<case 3>> <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> She looks at the notice. Tilts her head. Her perfume hits you a second later — musky, expensive. The kind of scent that clings to skin. Her blouse is tight, almost formal — but cut low enough to make you notice the deep line of her cleavage. A visual trap disguised as authority. The kind of detail you’re not sure you were supposed to see, yet now can’t forget. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/reycleavage1.jpg" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> I see some of you are confused. That’s adorable. See you all tomorrow.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Do you know why these lectures Ms Reynolds?<</say>> She stops and looks at you. She takes her time measuring you from head to toe — not like an appraisal, but like a sculptor eyeing raw marble. Then she smirks. she lets her voice dip, just slightly— <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Mr. $playerName. This initiative exists to instill values our community has long neglected. Oceanview deserves better. You deserve better. You've disrespected yourselves far enough, don’t you think? It’s time we discovered your true nature. You, in particular, will have the most fun.<</say>> She steps just close enough for you to feel the weight of her perfume, the chill under her calm.She turns and walks off again, heels clicking like punctuation marks on concrete. No further explanation. No clarification. You don’t understand why you in particular.<<set $uniintro += 1>> [[Why did she say it like that?|University Intro]] <<case 4>> <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Are you okay man? I’ve had sex dreams less intense than that. Atleast we get a pretty hot teacher.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>This has to be because of the storm. It knocked out the internet on the island, fried the backup battery, and took out our phone signal all in one shot. They said it’s part of some... weather anomaly. My dad said Mayor's office is trying to ‘maintain ideological stability during crisis conditions. <</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Same, I thought it was just our building. My phone’s basically a paperweight now. The Mayor has told us not to panic, so I believe it will be fine. Hence, the extra lectures then I assume.<</say>> Alia says, rubbing her temples. You four seems like the gang of goonies trying to figure out what is happening. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Hence Ms. Reynolds.<</say>> After that conversation with Ms. Reynolds, you’re left standing there, staring at nothing in particular.You don’t know if you were intimidated or turned on. It’s the way she spoke, like she was peeling something off of you without ever laying a finger on you.<<set $uniintro += 1>> [[Go to University|oceanuni_new]] <<endswitch>>

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/store.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Products</b> <span id="cameraInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Old Camera ($30000)">><<replace "#cameraInfo">>Can't afford —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="makeupInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Makeup ($40)">><<replace "#makeupInfo">>Why would you buy this? —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="popsicleInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Popsicle ($10)">><<replace "#popsicleInfo">>Not feeling like eating a popsicle —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="showerInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Bendy Showerhead ($200)">><<replace "#showerInfo">>I have a normal shower head —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <<if $samprac is 8>><span id="wrenchInfo"><<link "Wrench ($20)">><<pickup $bag "Wrench" 1>><<set $money_present -= 20>><<set $samprac += 1>><<refreshInventory>><<run window.setTimeout(() => { Engine.play(State.passage); }, 500)>><<replace "#wrenchInfo">>Placed the Wrench in the Bag.<</replace>><</link>></span><<elseif $samprac is 9>><span id="wrenchInfo">Placed the Wrench in the Bag.</span><</if>> <<nobr>> <<if ($dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Monday" or $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Wednesday") and not $lilyquestProgressedToday and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> <<if $lilyquest is 0>> [[Look for Lily|Lily]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 1>> [[Look for Lily|Lily1]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 2>> [[Look for Lily|Lily2]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 3>> [[Look for Lily|Lily3]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 4>> [[Look for Lily|Lily4]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 5>> [[Look for Lily|Lily5]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 6>> [[Look for Lily|Lily6]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 7>> [[Look for Lily|Lily7]] <<elseif $lilyquest is 8>> [[Look for Lily|Lily8]]  <</if>> <<else>> <span class="disabled">Lily is available on Mondays and Wednesdays</span> <</if>><</nobr>> <<if $uwevent is 0 and ($presentDay is 10 or $presentDay is 11) and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and $lilyquest is 3>> You forgot — you’re supposed to wear boyshorts to work as a mandatory, part of the new uniform policy. And you don't own any yet. Maybe you should ask Lily. [[Wait outside the store for Lily|uw_lily]] <</if>> <<nobr>><<if $dayNames[$presentDayIndex] is "Monday" and $presentTimeOfDay is "Night" and not $phoneCallToday>> <<if $homecall is 2>> [[Call Parents|homecall1]]  <<elseif $homecall is 3>> [[Call Parents|homecall2]]  <<elseif $homecall is 4>> [[Call Parents|homecall3]]  <<elseif $homecall is 5>> [[Call Parents|homecall4]]  <<elseif $homecall is 6>> [[Call Parents|homecall5]]  <</if>> <<else>> <span class="disabled">You can call your parents on Mondays.</span> <</if>><</nobr>> [[Mall|mall_new]]

<<switch $lilyscene>> <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/backaisle.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">You find Lily behind the store counter. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilymid1.png" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> She notices everything. You approach cautiously. Lily looks up without moving her head, eyes sliding toward you, amused. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Well, well. Look who the storm dragged in.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Hey.<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Medium still fits?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. About that…<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>When you gave it to me. You said, ‘For now.’ What did that mean?<</say>> Her lips curl body bending just enough that the space between her breasts deepens. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilymid2.png" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I wanted you to understand something, there are things at play on this island that are bigger than you and me.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>What does that even mean?<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You will find out in time. There are things that are going to be revealed that involves all us. You, me, Sam.<</say>> Your pulse picks up, as she runs a finger on your chest. The blood rushes to your head. <<set $lilyscene += 1>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[What about Sam?|Lily1]]<</say>> <<case 6>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Did you give him the XL? I’m saying there are things you only believe once you see them. Once you hear them.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Why’re you telling me this?<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Curiosity looks good on you. Thought you deserved a chance to see what you’re up against. <</say>> Your lips part, but nothing comes out. She watches you squirm for a few seconds before finally standing upright and turning slightly, looking out the window. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>When he brings someone home. You should watch. Do you not want to see what you always wanted to see.<</say>> She teasingly lifts her top to reveal her midriff. Her skin is soft and white. You get lost looking at her. Is she telling me she'll show me her tits if I do as she says? Watch them? Spy on them?</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilymid3.png" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Just then a customer passes by and she quicky adjusts her shirt. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>The truth will soon be revealed to you. And we will have to accept it. Together. Even though our reality won't let us.<</say>> Sometimes talking to Lily is like talking into a void. She is very secretive. You have known her since you arrived. She always is a good friend to you. But she speaks in these long circles that you never understand. You incline to believe she is onto nothing. As if this store manager might know what is going on in Oceanview!<<set $lilyscene += 1>> [[Back to Store|Store]] </div> <<set $lilyquest +=1>> <<set $lilyquestProgressedToday to true>> <<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<set $corruption_present += 1>> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $lilyscene>> <<case 7>> You think of the image you had seen yesterday as you try to find Lily. The massive cock of Sam. It's girthyness. The veins popping out. What Julie was doing was a work of art. laughing breathlessly, eyes wide like she couldn’t believe her luck. And what he was packing? Thick, long, swaying heavily between his thighs. She dropped to her knees—worshipful. He wasn’t just big. He was massive. The XL shirt clung around his shoulders before she tugged it off with both hands, And now, you're here again. You see Lily attending a customer at the long end of the aisle. Her cleavage leaves nothing to the imagination.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily//lily2.jpg" width="550" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Well. Well. You're back here again. That was rich of you to ignore me the last time you were here. I called out and you just stared at me blankly.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Why would I ignore you? The last time we met you had told me to come to see after..after watching them. And here I am.<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>So you're telling me you weren't here on Monday? Interesting!<</say>> Lily smiles devilishly. Sometimes you think Lily is just crazy. Suddenly she grabs your arm. <<set $lilyscene += 1>> [[Go with her|Lily2]] </div> <<case 8>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> She takes you to the backroom and closes and bolts the door behind her. You both squeeze into the small space. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You saw him.<</say>> She says flatly. You nod. She stops in front of you, not even a foot away. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I saw it<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Tell me.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Are you sure?<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You think I don’t want to know?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I don’t want to sound weird.<</say>> Lily leans in, close enough you can smell her shampoo—something woodsy, clean, like pine and smoke. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Baby, you wouldn’t be the first to sound weird. Now talk.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>He came home with Julie. She’s in my Physics class.<</say>> You glance over at Lily, your voice faltering for just a second, unsure of how much to reveal. She looks intrigued, waiting for the rest. Lily hums thoughtfully. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>He always had a type.<</say>> The words come easy, but her eyes are sharp, like she already knows there's more to the story. You look away, unable to meet her gaze, your thoughts hazy. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I heard them and then walked to the door which was ajar. She took off his condom. It... it didn’t fit him. She said it like a joke, but she definitely meant it. You could hear it in her voice—like she was almost bragging about it.<</say>> Lily’s voice is low now, practically a whisper, she lifts her top again a little, like the last time, revealing her midriff again.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilymid3.png" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And, Then?<</say>> She’s leaning in slightly, her breath steady but her curiosity palpable. She lifts her top a little more. Now you can see the seam of her big breasts. You swallow, the words coming slower now, almost as if you’re replaying the moment in your mind. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>He was huge!<</say>> Your voice cracks, the weight of what you’re saying hanging in the air, thick with tension. She lets out a sigh. The room feels like it’s holding its breath. She’s looking at you, waiting for more, and you can’t look away from her for long enough to process what you’re about to say. The top is halfway up and she reveals her pink engorged nipples. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>She was all over him. Their mouths, their bodies—they couldn’t get enough. She kissed him like she needed him, each touch like she was claiming him, and he... he didn’t hold back. They were lost in each other, pulling at clothes, skin on skin, his hands on her like he couldn’t get close enough. The way she moaned as she—<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>As she..?<</say>> The top now reveals her large breasts. Heavy and gorgeously shaped. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/tittydrop.gif" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $lilyscene += 1>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[Dropped to her knees|Lily2]], Started sucking him like she needed it..<</say>></div> <<case 9>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Ahhhhh.<</say>> Lily lets out a moan as she grabs a shelf side. All with your words as if you've cast a spell on her. Lily closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them again, they’re glassy. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/moan.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And you watched?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. But just for a second and then I walked away.<</say>> She composes herself and covers her top. She takes a small step forward. Then another. Her body presses against yours—soft and warm and present. Her hand drifts to your belt buckle, fingers playing idly. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Did it turn you on?<</say>> You aren't sure if she's asking about the night or the show she just put on right now. You nod. No point lying. Your cheeks burn. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah!<</say>> She smiles softly. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Goodboy!<</say>> You blink. Boy? How old does she think I am? <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Good? Boy?<</say>> Lily leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Yeah. Because now you know what it feels like to be hungry.<</say>> She presses her palm lightly over your crotch—not rubbing, just resting it there, warm and solid. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And I like hungry boys. But you’re not ready yet. You’ve got a lot of work to do. Drink water. Eat well. Sleep better. And next time… maybe don’t just watch. I’ll be waiting.<</say>> You gasp softly. She pulls away, the heat of her touch gone as suddenly as it arrived. She opens the door and walks away to into the store.<<set $lilyscene += 1>> [[Go back|Store]]</div> <<set $lilyquest +=1>> <<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<set $corruption_present += 1>> <<set $lilyquestProgressedToday to true>> <<endswitch>>

The backroom smells faintly of cardboard, detergent, and something vaguely floral—like someone sprayed too much air freshener trying to cover something up. Lily's already inside. She doesn’t look at you right away. She’s fiddling with a clipboard, flipping through it, pretending she didn’t hear the soft click of the door behind you. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I saw them.<</say>> You speak before you lose the nerve. Her hand stills mid-page flip, and she finally turns to face you. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Did you now?<</say>> Her voice is cool. Measured. But there’s a gleam in her eyes—a spark of hunger barely masked behind false indifference. She sets the clipboard aside. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And what were they doing,, hmm?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Julie was on her knees. In his Bedroom Right inside the door.<</say>> Your voice lowers as you remember it. The door had been cracked open just enough, the light catching on her hair, her mouth, her movements. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>She had both hands around him. I could hear the sounds before I saw them. Wet. Eager. She was looking up at him while her mouth worked… like she was proud to have him like that.<</say>> Lily’s lips part slightly. Her breath catches. Lily exhales, barely audible, like your words alone are touching her somewhere deep. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>And?<</say>> You hesitate. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Just a moment. Then I… walked away.<</say>> Her expression snaps. No longer intrigued. Now, annoyed. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You walked away!<</say>> She steps forward. Each movement sharp and deliberate. Her bare thighs brush past a cardboard box. She’s close now—close enough that her breasts squeeze as they touch your chest. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Do you even realize what you’re being allowed to see?<</say>> You swallow. Lily lets out a short laugh. Amused. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Why the hell are you here, telling me this like it means something? You want gold stars for being polite? You don’t get points for cowardice, sweetheart.<</say>> She circles behind you now. Her voice grazes your neck. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Next time, you don’t walk away. You don’t blink. You don’t breathe unless you’re memorizing every detail. Take out your phone. Take a picture. I want angles. I want light. I want proof that you saw it.<</say>> [[Ask her about Verhorn|Lily3]] <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg"> Have you ever heard something about a Verhorn?<</say>> She freezes.The word seems to crack something in her. Her posture shifts just slightly, but her face stays carefully still. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Where did you hear that word?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Stumbled upon it in the archives<</say>> You watch her closely. Lily licks her bottom lip, slow and deliberate. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I don’t know anything about that.<</say>> She says it too quickly. Too smoothly. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You sure?<</say>> Lily steps closer again, the mood shifting. Her fingers trace along your waistband. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>What I do know is this. You’ve been touched by something. You don’t get to walk away from it now. You’re in it, baby. Whether you like it or not.<</say>> She presses herself against you, her body all heat and temptation. Her lips graze your jaw—not a kiss, but something like a warning. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>So do me a favor… next time you watch? Don’t flinch. Don’t look away. Don’t run. I’ll be waiting for what you bring back.<</say>> She pulls away.

You already called your Parents. <<set $phoneCallToday to true>> [[Go back|Store]]

<<switch $sam>> <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/violin.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You are in the midst of an engrossing violin session—your bow gliding across the strings with the delicate control you’ve spent weeks honing—you finally let the last note of Bach’s Partita No. 2 fade into stillness. The echo of its final chord lingers in the room like perfume, sweet and aching. Your fingers, still tingling with the memory of movement, hover in the air before you gently set the instrument down. Your mind flickers back to Lily. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Do you know his size? You should watch them.<</say>> You hadn’t known what to say then. Now, you're thinking about it again. You weren’t planning to snoop. You really weren’t. You remember the other night when you had compared your sizes with the condoms. The XL slid off your erect cock like an bearcoat on a whiterabbit. So naturally now the curiosity itches at your spine. <<set $sam += 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/condomXL.jpg" width="500" alt="Sam Image" /></div> [[You move. Quiet. Barefoot.|Sam_3]] <<case 6>> The Corridor is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the living room curtains. You step with care, mindful of the creaky floorboard near the hallway closet. The sounds get clearer with every step. You see a Bra lying on the floor. A low hum of music. Muffled voices. A breathy moan. <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/corridor3.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Corridor</b> <<set $sam += 1>> Your Room <img src="Images/events/SAM/ajar.webp" width="400" alt="My Image" /> Sam’s door is cracked open. Just a sliver. Enough to let the sound leak out. Enough to tempt. You hesitate. Your hand brushes the wall as you lean forward, angling your head just right. You notice a camisole fallen on the floor. <img src="Images/events/SAM/brafloor.jpg" width="150" alt="My Image" /> [[Sam's Bedroom|Sam_3]] Bathroom Living Room Kitchen <<case 7>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/juliepeek.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> She’s facing away, naked from the waist up. Her skin is smooth, a honeyed tan that catches the warm bedside glow. Her back is lit like a painting—curved and soft, spine subtly arched as she straddles him. Her shoulder blades shift as she moves, slow and deliberate. There’s a languid grace to it, like she knows exactly how she looks. Exactly how to use her body. She rocks her hips in slow circles, grinding against him through his boxers, the friction making her gasp softly, rhythmically. Sam’s hands are on her waist—large, firm—guiding her with ease, like he’s done this a hundred times and still somehow makes it feel like the first. Her body is built like she’s been sculpted for this—thick thighs that flex as she straddles him, a round ass that bounces just slightly with each grind, toned but soft where it counts. You’re so caught up in her that you almost miss the moment she pulls down his trousers. But when she does -[[Your breath catches.|Sam_3]] <<set $sam += 1>> <<case 8>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You can't believe your eyes so much so that you rub them hard. It’s... Amazing. Thick. Long. Weighty. Resting against his thigh like something exaggerated, unreal. The kind of thing you expect to see on a late-night club bouncer. Not on the guy who once borrowed your shampoo and called it “life-changing.” She stares at it for a second. Then her hand closes around the base. Her fingers barely touch. She pumps it once. Her lips part like she’s about to say something but doesn’t. Instead, she leans in and licks the tip of his shaft with her tongue. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/julielick.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>God… I might not survive this.<</say>> Her voice already thick with lust. Sam grins. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Guess we’ll find out..<</say>> He tears open the condom wrapper. You recognize the brand—it’s one of the three-pack you grabbed for him without thinking much about it. He tries to roll it on. It resists. She watches. Smiles. Then grabs his wrist and stops him. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>You don’t need this.<</say>> Then she whispers in his ear...</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">><b>I</b> don't want this. I am on the pill. Every girl on the island is. The city's health department made sure we should be.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Why would the Mayor want that?.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Part of his health drive Alia told us about. You won't need it now.<</say>> The condom hits the floor with a soft flick. You suck in a breath. Something in your chest pulses. No. You shouldn't be doing this right now. You quickly gather yourself and walk away. You decide to see Lily tomorrow and tell her everything. [[Go to your room|room_new]] <<set $sam += 1>><<set $bisexuality_present += 1>> <<set $samquest += 1>> <<set $samquestprogresstoday to true>> </div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $xtraclass>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Extra Classes</b></div> Professor Reynolds sits on her desk at the front of the lecture hall, adjusting her glasses with slow precision. Conversations taper off. Every eye turns toward her, drawn by something deeper than authority—gravity. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/class1.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>We have been instructed by the Education Department to deliver a special curriculum, meant to sustain us through the storm. Think of it as intellectual shelter.<</say>> Her gaze travels across the room, eyes like razors and silk. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Good afternoon.<</say>> She says with a smile that lingers just long enough to make you shift in their seat. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Today, we’re going to discuss feminism—not as a monolith, but as a living, evolving force. Let’s begin. What is feminism?<</say>> A few hands rise hesitantly. “The belief in gender equality?” someone offers. She nods. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>A useful start. But feminism isn’t just about equality—it’s about the architecture of power, and the demolition of the structures that keep people in cages.<</say>> She clicks to the first slide: archival photos of suffragettes, protest signs, courtroom battles. Her voice flows like warm smoke. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/suff.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>First-wave feminism: legal battles. Second-wave: In 1960s fought for social freedomss—workplace discrimination, reproductive rights, women’s liberation, Who could date and marrhy who. Third-wave: identity and self-definition. And now—intersectionality, digital activism, the reclamation of autonomy in every sense.<</say>> Click. The next slide lands like a slap of color. A photo—women in short skirts, lingerie even, high heels, laughing confidently at the camera. Bold, unapologetic. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/group.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Gasps and half-laughs ripple through the class. She folds her arms, lips curling into a wry smirk. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Now—what do you see here?<</say>> A pause. Then, a tentative answer: “Attractive women?” Another voice, more confident: “Empowerment. They’re choosing to show their bodies.” She arches an eyebrow, pleased. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Yes. The body—especially the feminine body—has long been a battleground. Who controls it? Feminism, when truly progressive, says: she does.<</say>> She paces, then stops beside the projector. Another click. This time, the slide shows artistic nudes— a sudden juxtaposition with more modern, provocative shots. Tasteful, but undeniably erotic. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/art.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> There’s a shift in the room. Breaths held. A pulse quickens—not just of arousal, but of something deeper. Disruption. Awakening. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Gender is a social construct. That means everything you think you know about ‘man’ and ‘woman’—how they move, how they dress, how they touch—is fiction. Powerful fiction. Fiction that rules your lives… unless you wake up.<</say>> She walks back to the center of the room and stops. Professor Reynolds meets your eyes. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>And that is why we’re here.<</say>> <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 2>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Extra Classes</b></div> Professor Reynolds strides to the front, unbuttoning her blazer slowly. A flicker of her gaze catches your eye. She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t flinch. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/reyunbutt.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Good afternoon, everyone. Today we continue where we left off. We’ll talk about how power works—how it's distributed and, more importantly, how it’s subverted.<</say>> There’s no mistaking the authority in her movements, the deliberate slowness, the way she makes you feel that every second matters. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>You all understand what power is, right? Not just the political kind or the financial kind—but the kind that runs deeper. The kind we don’t notice unless someone points it out. Who holds the power in your relationships, in your workplace, in your communities?<</say>> She reaches the desk and leans just enough to draw the eye without apology, the gentle curve of her hips echoing the cadence of her words. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>A few of you are thinking about this academically. That’s fine. But let’s make it personal. How do you feel about power? How does it make you feel when you have it... or when you don’t?<</say>> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Imagine—if you will—taking the power from someone, without them even realizing. Not in a violent way, but in a way that makes them want to give it to you. To bend to your will, without even a hint of resistance. Doesn’t that sound... inviting?<</say>> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>I’m suggesting that power is fluid. It’s a dance. A give and take. It’s not about manipulation. It’s about understanding the subtle ways in which power plays out. You don’t take it. You invite it.<</say>> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>And sometimes... sometimes the greatest power comes from surrendering. From allowing someone to think they’re in control—until they realize they’re not.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/reybend.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> She drops her pen. Then, with maddening slowness, she turns her back to the class and leans forward. Not just a shift of weight. A deliberate bend—spine arched, hips tilted in perfect defiance of every unspoken rule. Her skirt stretches just enough to hint. Tease. Promise. The hem rising almost imperceptibly, but enough to silence the room completely. <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Extra Classes</b></div> Professor Reynolds walks in wearing a white flaanel shirt and bosy hugging skirt. She doesn’t go to the board. She just sits, perched elegantly on the front edge of the desk. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/class1.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>You’ve been taught to see the female body as a decoration. Today, I’d like to correct that.<</say>> She pauses, letting the silence do its work. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>We’re going to talk about superiority. In terms of Design. Capacity. Potential.<</say>> She pulls up a chart of abstract art of two human figures composed of flowing light. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/abstract.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Did you know female immune systems are stronger? That they carry more mitochondrial DNA? That they are biologically equipped to withstand more pain—yet are expected to smile through it as if nothing’s happening?<</say>> A few heads nod. A few glance sideways. <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 4>> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Extra Classes</b></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>We live in a world where strength is defined by how loud, how violent, how explosive something is. But I ask you—what about endurance? What about regeneration? What about the miracle of building life inside your own body?<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/class.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> She opens her hands, palms up, as if offering something invisible but heavy. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>The uterus contracts with more force than a weightlifter’s grip. The brain of a woman can operate with more bilateral symmetry. And hormones like oxytocin and estrogen don’t just make you ‘emotional’—they make you intuitive, collaborative, emotionally fluent.<</say>> Someone raises their hand: “But doesn’t testosterone make you stronger?” She nods. Thoughtfully. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Stronger in some ways. Yes. But ask yourself—what do we really value in human evolution? Survival. Adaptability. Connection. The ability to create and nurture and rebuild.<</say>> She walks slowly to the window and looks out for a moment. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Women have always had superior bodies. Not just for bearing children—but for sustaining communities. For multitasking under stress. For aging more slowly. For reading faces. For feeling everything and still functioning.<</say>> She pulls up a slide of a woman towering over a man. It's not exactly inappropriate but it heats your groin up. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Reynolds/sup.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>This isn’t about ego. It’s about rewriting the narrative. The female body is not a passive object. It is an apex system of sensory, emotional, and regenerative intelligence.<</say>> <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 5>> <b>Extra Classes</b> Professor Reynolds walks in without her usual heels—today it’s ballet flats, and a long, cream-colored cardigan that sways gently with each step. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Good afternoon. Today, I want to talk about something often dismissed, yet deeply revolutionary: softness.<</say>> She places a rose quartz crystal on the lectern—not as a statement, but as a gesture. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>We live in a culture that celebrates sharpness. Wit. Power suits. But what about softness? What about tears? Or the gentleness in how we touch, speak, listen?<</say>> A hand goes up. “But isn’t that weakness?” She tilts her head, as though amused by the question. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>That’s what we’ve been taught, isn’t it? But let me ask you—how hard is it to cry in front of someone? To say you’re scared? To tell someone you love them without knowing if they’ll say it back?<</say>> The room is quiet now. Thoughtful. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Femininity, at its core, is a willingness to be seen. To be beautiful. To be tender in a world that tries to make you hard.<</say>> She pulls up a slide: paintings of women braiding each other’s hair, hands delicately holding flowers, girls laughing on a sunlit street. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>These are acts of resistance. They may not look like protests, but they are. Softness is rebellion.<</say>> <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 6>> <b>Extra Classes</b> The lights are low today. The projector hums as a video begins—a montage of scenes: young girls dancing in empty rooms, women applying eyeliner, someone painting their nails with delicate care. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Femininity is often accused of being performative. But here’s the thing—everything is performative.<</say>> She pauses the video. A still frame shows a teenager practicing smiling in the mirror. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>The real question isn’t whether you’re performing. It’s who you’re performing for.<</say>> She turns to the class. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>What if femininity wasn’t about appealing to others, but about playing dress-up with your own identity? What if it was a toolkit, not a cage?<</say>> Hands rise. Discussion starts. A heated debate breaks out over makeup, over modesty, over cultural expectations. She watches. Smiling. Listening. Then— <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>You’re all proving my point. Femininity isn’t simple. It never has been. That’s why it scares people. Because when women choose it on their own terms—it’s no longer decoration. It’s definition.<</say>> A table at the front of the lecture hall is filled with objects today—lip gloss tubes, lace gloves, a frilly apron, a tiny Hello Kitty mirror. Students glance at it with curiosity and mild confusion. Professor Reynolds enters with a thermos of tea and an air of calm precision. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Let’s talk about the color pink.<</say>> She gestures toward the mirror, holding it up between two fingers. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Pink isn’t just a color. It’s a language. It’s a mood. It’s a history of both oppression and freedom.<</say>> She picks up the lace gloves next, slipping one on. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>We’ve been taught to see girly things as shallow, silly, unserious. But have you ever considered the emotional labor behind cuteness? The intentional crafting of joy? To choose beauty in a cruel world is a kind of armor.<</say>> Someone in the back snorts. “Aren’t we just talking about accessories?” She smiles, unbothered. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>And what is an accessory, if not a symbol? If a tie can mean power, why can’t a bow mean freedom?<</say>> <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<case 7>> <b>Extra Classes</b> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Good afternoon, class. Today, we’re going to talk about power again—this time, more personally.</say> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Tell me, you, how are you feeling about the storm? About... all of this? The pressure of the extra classes, the disruption? I’m sure it’s been... a lot to process<</say>> You feel a bead of sweat on your temple, a sense of being exposed. She’s looking right at you now, and for a split second, you wonder if she knows exactly how you’re feeling, if she’s reading you in ways you don’t understand. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> “Well? What’s going on in that head of yours?<</say>> You swallow, trying to steady your nerves. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I... I’m just getting through it, I guess.</say> <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> Her lips curve into a knowing smile. “Just getting through it?” She raises an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “You know, ‘just getting through it’ is a dangerous way to live. You’ll never truly understand the storm until you learn to embrace it.” <</say>> She lets that sink in before moving on. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>And while you’re ‘getting through it,’ tell me where it is you work?<</say>> She tilts her head, voice still light, but now it feels more like a challenge. You hesitate for just a moment, feeling the weight of her gaze. “I work at a women’s apparel store. Mostly men’s clothes, though. Just a few items for women.” <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> Her eyes narrow slightly, as though she’s calculating something. “Hmm... interesting.” There’s a pause, her gaze lingering for just a second too long. “And how does that feel? To work in a space that’s... designed to cater to women, but where you, a man, are in charge of what they wear?” <</say>> The question hangs in the air, sharp and pointed. It’s almost as if she’s prying into something deeper than just a job. You shift uncomfortably. “I mean, it’s just a job, right? I don’t really think much about it.” <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Is that so? Because I’d say you’re in a position of power there. The way you get to decide, even if it’s only subtly, what a woman might wear. You might not see it, but that’s the essence of power. It’s in the choices—and in this case, the choices you’re giving them.<</say>> You blink, trying to process what she’s implying, but before you can respond, she continues, her tone becoming more intense. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>You’re working in an environment that’s meant to serve a feminine ideal. But you are the one holding the power, even if you don’t realize it. That’s the beauty—and danger—of power, isn’t it? It’s not always in your face. It’s subtle. Quiet. But when you’re the one with the ability to shape someone’s appearance, to decide what they wear, you’re shaping their identity. You’re imposing a certain image of femininity, whether you want to or not. <</say>> She steps closer to the desk, leaning in as though she’s about to reveal a secret. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Now, think about this.Feminism is supposed to be about breaking free from that mold. But what if we consider this: Is the ability to choose, to decide what you wear, truly empowering? Or is it just another way to reinforce traditional gender roles, in a slightly more modern package?” <</say>> The room feels colder now, like the storm outside has somehow crept in. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> “I’m not saying you have the answers,” she says, her gaze softening just slightly, but still intense. “But I want you to think about it. Because your job, your place in the world of fashion, is a microcosm of something much larger. We all participate in systems of power, sometimes without even realizing it. And sometimes... we help reinforce the very things feminism seeks to dismantle.” <</say>> She looks at you with an almost playful glint in her eye. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> “How does that make you feel? To think of yourself as part of a system, whether you intended to be or not?” <</say>> You feel a strange mix of discomfort and curiosity. Her words are unsettling, but they also make a strange kind of sense. She turns away from you, addressing the rest of the class. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">> “We’ll pick this up next time. But remember, power is everywhere.<</say>> <<set $xtraclass += 1>> <<endswitch>> [[End lecture|oceanuni_new]] <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <</if>><</nobr>> <<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"> The office is quiet when you step inside. <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: cente;"><img src="Images/events/work/boss1.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> Your manager, Leo, doesn’t look up right away. He’s sifting through a stack of shift reports, muttering under his breath, red pen uncapped and already bleeding across a printed schedule. He’s a good man. Always has been. The kind of manager who actually remembers your name, who once covered your shift when you had the flu, who slipped you an extra break on rough days. That’s what makes it worse when he finally looks up, eyes tired. He sighs. The kind of sigh that means this isn’t easy for him either. <<say "Leo" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/bossface.jpg">>I won’t sugarcoat it. You’re being let go.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Wait—what?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Leo" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/bossface.jpg">>It’s the restructuring. Fewer customers. Storm’s changed everything. New regional policies give them full autonomy. Budget cuts. They’re merging departments and slashing hours.<</say>> He sets the paper down, then meets your eyes. <<say "Leo" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/bossface.jpg">>You’re not the only one, if that helps.<</say>> It doesn’t. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I can’t lose this job. My family’s off-island. I can’t ask them for help right now. I’ve got college debt piling up. Rent’s due this weekend...<</say>> You feel something in your throat twist. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Please. I’ll do anything. I just need the hours. Any hours.<</say>> There’s a long pause. He doesn’t speak. He just taps the end of his pen against the desk—once, twice, slow and steady. It’s the kind of moment where time stretches like a held breath. <<say "Leo" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/bossface.jpg">>There is one thing. Alexis Apparel. The store next door. Women’s clothing, mostly. One of our subsidiaries. They’re... hiring.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Seriously?<</say>> <<say "Leo" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/bossface.jpg">>Yeah. Their manager’s nice. Generous. She’s a friend of mine. I’ll tell her to consider you. But you’d be under her ward. And you’d have to comply with her... let’s just say, unique employee criteria.<</say>> He doesn’t elaborate. You think about it for a second. A woman's clothing store. There are loads of men working in women's store, I guess. That's what makes many women come and buy but you wonder if women would buy from you. You swallow your pride and head to Alexis Apparel. You push that thought away. Swallow your pride. You don’t have the luxury of doubt right now. You nod once at your manager, then turn and walk out. <<set $menwork += 1>> [[Walk out|menclothes_new]] </div> <<set $arousal_present +=40>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<switch $pastwedq>> <<case 0>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <img src="Images/mcpast_home/bedroom.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Bedroom</b> After a refreshing bath you return to your bedroom. There’s a wedding dress lying on your bed. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/beddress.jpeg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Whose wedding dress is this!</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Voice">>Ma'am the car waits for you. If you will hurry please<</say>> Your breath catches. And then, as if a floodgate has been opened, memories pour in. Not just fragmented images. Not just whispers. Memories of a life that feels as real as the one you swore was yours. The laughter of loved ones. The scent of flowers. The feeling of nervous anticipation. Is there a wedding today? You open your drawer and find a wedding card. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/card.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Your wedding! <<say "Voice">>Ma'am, we need to hurry.<</say>> This isn’t real. It can’t be real. You force yourself to move. To act.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk">Your hands skim over smooth, flawless skin. Your chest rises and falls with quickened breaths, the subtle weight of breasts pressing against your palms. Your stomach tightens. The unfamiliar heat between your thighs sends another shiver through you—one you push aside with effort. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/stockings.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div><div> <div class="reveal-chunk">You slip on the stockings, slowly, guiding them up your legs with careful hands. They whisper over your skin, catching slightly at the knees before smoothing out. The garter belt follows, snug around your hips, delicate clasps fastened one by one.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/bra.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Next — the bra. Satin cups, just enough structure to lift, just enough lace to tease. It molds to you, cool at first, then warm with your skin. You adjust the straps, watching yourself in the mirror. You are extremly aware fo your engorged nipples. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/panties.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The matching panties slide up with a hush. You shift your weight, the fabric pressing gently agaisnt your pussy perfectly, like a secret kept close. You look stunning! You never thought you would see yourself like this. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/linge.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">The gown is next! You step into it, careful, threading your legs through the folds. The bodice hugs your torso. You pull the zipper up, inch by inch, until it rests just below your shoulder blades. The dress fits like it’s always known your shape. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/heels.webp" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Then you wear your pristine white heels. You smooth the skirt down with both hands. It blooms around you. You shift slightly — it moves with you, soft and obedient. Something in your eyes has changed. <<nobr>><<link "You hurry downstairs.">> <<set $top_past to "Wedding Gown">> <<set $topimgname_past to "gownwed">> <<set $bottom_past to "Garter">> <<set $bottomimgname_past to "garterwed">> <<set $shoes_past to "Wedding Heels">> <<set $shoesimgname_past to "heelswed">> <<set $bra_past to "Wedding Brassiere">><<set $pastwedq += 1>> <<set $braimgname_past to "brawed">> <<set $underwear_past to "Black Panties">> <<set $underwearimgname_past to "pantieswed">> <<set $hosiery_past to "White sheer stockings">> <<set $hosieryimgname_past to "stockingswed">><<set $arousal_past += 20>> <<goto "bedroom_old">> <</link>><</nobr>> </div> <<case 2>> The car ride feels surreal. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/ride2.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Every roll of the tires on the pavement, every rustling tree outside the window, every breath you take—it all feels distant, as if you are merely watching this unfold rather than living it. Your hands tremble in your lap, delicate fingers clutching the folds of your gown. The wedding dress is no longer draped across the bed—it’s on you now, hugging your form with an almost oppressive weight. Layers of silk and lace whisper around your legs with every subtle movement. A corset cinches your waist, holding you in, reshaping you. The long veil drapes over your shoulders, brushing against your bare skin like a ghost’s touch. The driver doesn’t speak. You don’t ask where you’re going—you already know. The knowledge is buried in the strange memories that have taken root in your mind. It makes no sense, yet it feels as real as your own past. The man waiting for you at the altar, the guests who have gathered, the vows you are expected to say. You inhale a deep breath. You can’t stop this. You can only play along. <<nobr>><<link "You arrive">> <<set $top_past to "Wedding Gown">> <<set $topimgname_past to "gownwed">> <<set $bottom_past to "Garter">> <<set $bottomimgname_past to "garterwed">> <<set $shoes_past to "Wedding Heels">> <<set $shoesimgname_past to "heelswed">> <<set $bra_past to "Wedding Brassiere">> <<set $braimgname_past to "brawed">> <<set $underwear_past to "Black Panties">> <<set $underwearimgname_past to "pantieswed">><<set $pastwedq += 1>> <<set $hosiery_past to "White sheer stockings">> <<set $hosieryimgname_past to "stockingswed">> <<goto "Wedding">> <</link>><</nobr>> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The car reaches a church right in the middle of the garden. A footman opens the door. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/footman.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Gloved hands extend toward you—ladies in pastel gowns, their faces soft with emotion. Bridesmaids. Cousins? They smile at you as if they’ve known you all your life. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/bridesmaid.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> “You look absolutely radiant,” one whispers, fussing with your veil. Her voice trembles with sincerity. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/dress.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk">You offer a small, uncertain smile. The church doors loom ahead—weathered oak banded in iron, like the gate to a fated moment. From within, the church organ plays the wedding march. The notes echo out into the misty air, delicate and full of restrained anticipation. And then— The Towering church doors swing open. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/door.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<link "Walk in.">><<set $pastwedq += 1>> <<goto "Wedding">> <</link>> </div> <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Wedding march starts playing. A hush descends like a spell. Rows of people turn to face you. Their Sunday best. Their Sunday eyes. Murmurs ripple through the pews—awed, reverent, speculative. The aisle stretches ahead, long and impossibly straight, lined with white roses that look freshly cut from the manor gardens. And there he is. Alexander! <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/church.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You don't remember meeting him. But you know his name. You know his favourite tea. You know how he writes his "A"s with a crooked flourish. That knowledge rests in your bones, unearned but undeniable. A man sweeps at your side and takes your arm— your father? He leans close and pecks your cheek. “You’re going to be just fine, my darling,” he murmurs, his voice warm and steady. “She’d be proud.” You barely manage, “Let’s go, Papa.”</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Together, you step into the aisle. The hem of your dress brushes the flagstone. The smell of lilies and damp incense fills your lungs. The world narrows to the sound of your heels on ancient stone, the swell of the organ, the eyes watching your every move. Alexander waits at the altar, his hands clasped before him. His suit is sharp, his gaze sharper. He looks at you not as a stranger, but as someone he's waited for a long time. The heat rises in your stomach and then down below as soon as you lay your eyes on him. Your nethers burn with passion. Is that how it feels to want someone? You reach him. He takes your hand. The chill of the church makes his warmth feel almost electric. <<link "Hold your breath">><<set $pastwedq +=1>> <<goto "Wedding">> <</link>> </div> <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/vows.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The Vicar stands between Alexander and you as he speaks with a Yorkshire accent “We gather this day, in God’s sight and in the company of our dearest, to witness a covenant—the joining of two souls, in trust and love, in sorrow and delight.” He turns to Alexander. “Do you, Alexander Charles Fairweather, take this woman to be your wedded wife? To stand beside her come frost or flame, come hardship or harvest?” “I do. With all that I am, and all that I hope to be.” The vicar looks to you now. His eyes are kind, but knowing. “And do you, dear heart, take this man to be your husband? To walk beside him, to keep him in your confidence and care, as long as breath remains in your body?” Your voice feels borrowed, but true. <<link "I do.">><<set $pastwedq +=1>> <<goto "Wedding">> <</link>> <<case 6>> The vicar nods, satisfied. “Then, by the grace granted to me, and by the promises made here today, I pronounce you husband and wife. Go on then—seal it properly.” Alexander kisses you. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/kiss.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> His kiss is soft, reverent, yet charged. His beard grazes your cheek, and your body responds before your mind can catch up. You return the kiss, almost desperately. The warmth between you kindles into something more. A desire to be filled. A shiver runs through you. You like it. No—you need it. You can't helieve you are married to Alexander Thompson. And you are Evlyn Thompson. The name fits like a glove. <<set $arousal_past += 10>> <<link "Move to the Lawn.">><<set $pastwedq +=1>> <<goto "churchlawn">> <</link>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/lawn.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The evening sun in the lawn beams through you. After the excitement is settled you and your cousins stand in the lawn as Alexander at a distance speaks to a few guests. Why is so he far away? Your cousin, always a little playful, leans in closer,"So, tonight’s the big night, huh? I mean, really big. I've heard men some men have them good down under." She gives you a knowing look, her lips curling up at the edges. "You sure you’re ready? For all of it?" You laugh it off, brushing the feeling aside with a playful nudge to her shoulder. You have to go through it. You are sure all women go through this. I think I can handle it. You know how I do." She gives you a quick, encouraging nod, but there's an unmistakable gleam in her eye—like she knows something you don’t, but she’s too polite to share it just yet. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> As you stand there, feeling the pulse of the conversation between the two of you, Alexander finally steps in, his presence pulling your attention away from the moment with your cousin. His gaze is warm, but there’s a certain spark of authority in the way he holds himself. His smile, however, is genuine, softening the edges of his composed demeanor. "Hey, I’m glad you two are catching up. But I was hoping to introduce you to a few of the neighbors, if you're ready." His gaze shifts toward you, and there's a certain softness to his expression, though you catch the edge of something mischievous in his eyes. "Some of them... well, they’re eager to meet you. Trust me, you’ll enjoy their company." You can hear the light edge in his voice, like there's something more beneath the words. He pauses for a beat, watching your reaction, his smile almost imperceptible. It’s clear that he’s eager to show you the next step of your new life here—introducing you to the people who will be a part of your world, just as he is. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/celeb.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> With that, she steps back, her gaze never leaving you as she lingers, a teasing smile still dancing across her lips. [[Meet the Residents of Elmsford|resimeet]] <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> </div>

<<switch $weddingnight>> <<case 0>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The front door closes behind you with a soft click. That familiar creak under your heels, that same scent—clean linen, Alexander’s cologne, and something warm, like roasted garlic or baked bread, still lingering in the air. Home. You hear him before you see him. A soft, tuneless hum from the bedroom. When you step inside, he’s by the dresser, wearing only his slacks. His shirt is undone, clinging damply to the muscles of his chest. A towel is draped over his shoulders like he just stepped out of the shower. His skin gleams. He turns to you, and when his eyes meet yours, they soften. “There you are.” You smile—faint, involuntary. That look still gets you. Always has. Alexander moves toward you slowly, deliberately, like he knows the weight of his presence. You feel him before he even touches you. Then his hands are on your hips, large and warm, fingers splaying wide. His hands undress you. <<set $arousal_past += 30>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/undress.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You don’t speak. You don’t need to. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/kisswed.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <<set $weddingnight += 1>> [[Kiss Him|Wedding Night]] <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> His lips find yours, unhurried and sure. It's a kiss that speaks of time and tenderness, but under that—desire. His mouth is hot and knowing, devouring you in careful sips. You melt into it, his chest against yours.You feel... seen. Not just beautiful. Present. He leans down, lips brushing the hollow of your throat, then the rise of your breast, your collarbone, your shoulder. Every kiss is a slow exhale. Every brush of skin sends small shivers down your spine. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/look.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> His hands roam like cartographers. He studies you. He moves between your thighs with deliberate grace, as if approaching something sacred. When he enters you, it's deep. Slow. His body presses flush against yours, and you feel him inside you—barely. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/nightfuck.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <<set $arousal_past += 30>> <<set $weddingnight += 1>> [[You don't feel a thing|Wedding Night]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You sigh, eyes fluttering shut, your arms around his back. This is how it’s supposed to feel. Is it supposed to feel this empty? You ground yourself. Focus on Alexander. You nod. You breathe. You try. Arousal stirs again. Fragile. Tentative. You blink, trying to clear the haze, but the damage is done. Your pleasure stalls. Then fades. Like heat leaving an open room. But Alexander doesn’t notice. He’s too close, too far gone. Still loving you, still gasping your name like a prayer. You force a moan—timed and practiced. You give it to him. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/inside.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> He groans, shudders, presses into you one final time and collapses with a kiss to your throat. His weight is solid. Familiar. His breathing slows as he whispers, “God, I love you.” You stroke his back. Because that’s what he needs. But inside—Inside you feel hollow. Your eyes stay open as his close. You watch the ceiling, letting your body mimic peace, matching his stillness. But your thoughts won’t still. You think about how close you came. And how fast it slipped away. </div> <<set $weddingnight += 1>><<set $arousal_past = 50>> [[You didn't Cum!|Wedding Night]] <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/sleep.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You lie there wondering why it was disappointing? Why he wasn't enough? Why you wanted more? [[Sleep|sleep]] <<set $corruption_past += 1>> <<set $weddingnight += 1>> </div> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<switch $samprac>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/beachfield.jpeg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> The cool morning air hits your face as you step out onto the track. The smell of fresh grass mingles with the earthy scent of dew, and the early morning sunlight spills over the bleachers, casting long shadows across the field. The sound of your sneakers hitting the ground is rhythmic, calming, but your mind is anything but. As you round a corner of the track, you see Sam up ahead. He’s already stretching, his body as solid as a rock. His broad chest and sculpted arms flex as he moves, and despite his bulk, there's a surprising agility in his movements. He’s not just strong; he’s fast, like a sprinter. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/sam3.jpeg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Look who’s finally showing up to the party! You’re gonna need a hell of a lot more than that jog to keep up today.<</say>> You slow your pace, approaching him with a wry grin. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I don’t know, man. My head’s just not in it today. Basketball’s been off, and I keep missing shots. Feels like I’m going backwards.<</say>> Sam removes his tank, the muscles in his shoulders rolling as he does so, and you can’t help but notice how much power he carries in his frame. There’s no doubt he could lift you with one hand if he really wanted to, and he wouldn’t break a sweat doing it. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/sam2.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <<set $samprac += 1>> [[Stare at it!|Sampractice]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You notice the outline of his bulge. It looks way bigger than what you expected. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/bulge.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You shake your head. You reckon these thoughts are because of what happened last night. BBC. Verhorn. <i>Shut it, this is not the time!</i></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Maybe, but I’m not as strong as you, man. You’re a walking muscle factory.<</say>> Sam stretches his arms out, pulling them behind his head, and you can see the sheer mass of his biceps flex. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">> Yeah, well, all this muscle doesn’t come for free, you know? But trust me, I’d still bench press you if I had to. You’re not exactly a lightweight.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Look, the trick is confidence. Doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman or you. And you’ve got the right kind of swag. That’s what gets you the win. Now, forget the misses, forget the mistakes. Just focus on the ball, and the rest will come.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>And trust me, you’ll have an even bigger win if you ask Alia out.. That girl’s into you, I can tell. Don’t play the ‘what if’ game. Just ask. She’ll say yes, I’m telling you.<</say>> Alia? The thought makes your stomach flip-flop, but a surge of courage fills you. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You really think so?<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Bro, you’ve been talking about her for weeks. We all know it. And the way she looks at you? You’re good to go. Seriously, just talk to her. If you’re worried about your skills on the court, don’t. You’ll get there, I promise. Just don’t let your mind wander too much.<</say>> You glance over at the bleachers where the cheerleading squad is warming up. Alia is with them, but she’s in the back, stretching and chatting with a few of the others. </div> <<set $samprac += 1>> [[Glance at Alia|Sampractice]] <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/aliacheer1.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> Alia’s body, so perfect, so toned. It seems like she doesn’t have to work nearly as hard for attention as you do. But Sam’s gaze shifts too, and he grins, clearly appreciating the view. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Man, don’t even try to play it cool. You’re just like me, but with less muscle. You know she’s into you too. And look at that. They love the competition on the court. But Alia? She’s different. She likes brains more than brawn. And I’m telling you, you’ve got both.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Brains, yeah. But you’re talking about a girl who’s surrounded by guys who could probably pick me up and throw me into the ocean.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Yeah, well, she’s not looking for someone to toss her around. She’s looking for someone who gets her. That’s where you come in. Now, trust me. You got this.<</say>> Sam claps you on the back, nearly knocking you off balance with the force of it, but you can’t help but smile. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Alright, alright. I’ll do it. But only because you’re so damn convincing.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>That’s the spirit! Now let’s see if you can at least hit the rim today. The rest will follow, bro.<</say>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>So, what’s it gonna be? You’re gonna ask her out, or are you just gonna stand there like a guy who just got dunked on by his own thoughts?<</say>> You glance over at Alia, who’s chatting with some friends near the bleachers. She’s effortlessly beautiful, the kind of beauty that makes you forget how to breathe. Her smile’s bright, her laugh easy and free. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Come on, man. Just talk to her. She’s a nerd like you. I’m telling you, you’ve got a shot.<</say>> <<set $samprac += 1>> [[Finish Practice|Sampractice]]</div> <<case 4>> <<set $samday += 1>> You fidget with your gym bag, unsure whether to make a move. Sam watches with that smug, supportive grin on his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort. As you’re still mentally going back and forth, Alia suddenly looks up, catching your eye. She smiles, and for a split second, the gym seems to quiet down around you. She’s walking towards you now, her cheerleader uniform flowing with every step. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Hey, Sam! Hey, uh, you. You look nice today.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/alia1.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Uh, thanks. You were, uh, you look nice too. Your routines... um, they’re always so... perfect.<</say>> She laughs softly, and for a brief moment, you’re just two people who both have no idea what to say. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Aw, thanks. I try. But I think you’re just being nice.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You know, now that I think about it... I’ve been meaning to go to the Storm Fair tomorrow evening. It's a little event Mayor Reyes is organizing to lift everyone's spirits with the island surrounded by that storm and all. I volunteer at his campaign office, so I thought it’d be a good way to show my support and unwind a little.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You should come! It could be fun, and... I don't know. It’s right next to beach?<</say>> Wait, what? She wants me to come? Like, with her? Is this really happening? </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Oh, uh... sure! That sounds great. I mean, I’d love to go. It’s... it’s for the island, right? It’d be good to do something nice. And... yeah, we can go together.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Cool. I’ll meet you there then? Tomorrow at 8 o'clock.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. I’ll... I’ll see you there.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Don't be late. 8 o'clock. Okay.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Not bad, man. Not bad at all. You might just pull this off after all.<</say>> <<set $samprac += 1>> [[Go back|beach_new]] </div> <<endswitch>> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>>

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/fair.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You and Alia make your way through the gates, she looks orgeous and completly different from how she looks at the university. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/aliafair.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> The neon signs flashing in the breeze as you both take in the scene. A storm-themed fair. It’s a little kitschy, but that’s part of the charm. Bright colors against the backdrop of a stormy sky—it’s the kind of quirky juxtaposition that makes you smile. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Can you believe it they’ve actually made the storm the theme for the whole fair? I kind of love it. It’s like they’re trying to turn all that gloom into something fun. Mayor Reyes is a genius man.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, it’s definitely one way to make the storm feel less ominous. I mean, why not turn the bad weather into something you can enjoy, right? How is it woring for the Mayoral election?<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>It's definitely daungting but you meet many important people. And the way the things are now. Everything's that happened. Things coming ahead for us. We need a leader like Reyes.<</say>> Alia hold your hand as you walk through the fairgrounds together, the buzz of energy around you both oddly comforting. </div> <<set $aliadate += 1>> Alia nudges you playfully as you approach the <b>[[Thunder Drop|Date_1]]</b> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/thunderdrop.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> A towering ride that sends people screaming as they drop from what feels like the edge of the sky. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You’re not afraid of heights, are you? Because, uh, I’m totally not going on this one without a brave companion.<</say>> Her smile is bright, her eyes lighting up with a mix of challenge and excitement. You can see the glint of mischief in her gaze, and you can’t help but feel drawn to her, not just because she’s beautiful but because of how easily she fits into this strange, magical night. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">> Me? Afraid? Pfft. I’m in. Let’s do it.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The two of you join the line for the ride, the wind picking up slightly as the distant storm sends tendrils of gray clouds overhead. It’s all part of the vibe—like you’re both about to experience something epic, a storm you can’t control. As you both climb into the seat of the Thunder Drop, you feel the rumble of the ride’s mechanism coming to life. The wind picks up just as the ride starts its climb, the sound of it cutting through the air as the metal bars lock into place. You exchange glances, your hearts pounding in your chests. For a moment, the world feels like it’s about to spin out of control, the storm outside and the rush of adrenaline inside. The drop happens, and it’s chaos. Alia takes your hand rests it on her thigh. She clutches it tightly. Her soft skin feels like heaven. Smooth as silk. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/thigh.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You’re both screaming with the kind of joy that only comes when you’re not in control, and for a moment, you forget about everything—about the storm circling the island, about the uncertainty that always seems to be lurking in the background. It’s just you, Alia and your hand on her thigh. When the ride comes to a stop, you both stumble out, laughing breathlessly, your hands brushing against each other. </div> <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Get down|Date_1]] <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Wasn't that just Boss. I can't believe how much fun that was.<</say>> You smile, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. There’s a moment of quiet before you both take in the view of the storm clouds on the horizon. It’s still out there, threatening, but somehow, it feels distant now. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You know... sometimes, it feels like the storm is just there, waiting to make its move. One day it'll just change directions and come for us.<</say>> Alia looks at you, her eyes soft but intense. For a brief second, it’s like she’s seeing something deeper in you. There’s a warmth in the way she looks at you now, something that wasn’t there before the ride. Maybe it’s the way you both survived the rush together, or maybe it’s just the way the night is unfolding. But you feel a shift between the two of you—a quiet understanding. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Maybe... maybe that’s the point. We can make it our own, even if it comes for us. I think that’s what I like about tonight. The island knows how to enjoy the storm at the horizon.<</say>> You walk together along the shore, the distant storm still a looming presence on the horizon. You can hear the faint crash of waves hitting the rocks, and as you walk, the space between you closes. There’s a moment when you realize how close you’ve gotten, the faint saltiness of the air mingling with the warmth of her perfume. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">> “Do you want to watch the storm... from a little closer?<</say>> It’s an invitation, unspoken but clear. You both stand there for a long moment, just taking in each other’s presence, the storm, and the world spinning around you. And then, without warning, the rainbow themed fireworks go off in the background. You both look deep in each other's eyes. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/rainbow.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div></div><<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Kiss her|Date_1]] <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Alia leans in, her lips brushing yours. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/kiss.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> The kiss is soft at first, gentle but charged with something unspoken between the two of you. It’s a kiss that feels like the calm before a storm, but somehow, it’s still a kiss that makes your heart race. When she pulls back just slightly, her eyes flicker toward the horizon—toward the storm that still rages just outside your world. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I like you. I think you’re more than you let on.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/joy.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You watch her rejoice with the fireworks. <<set $gfquestProgressedToday to true>> <<set $aliadate += 1>> <<set $gfquest to 1>> <<set $arousal_present += 50>> [[Go home |downtown_new]] </div> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/beachclub.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You arrive at the club near the beach, the familiar sound of waves crashing against the shore mingling with the thumping music spilling from inside. The night air is cool and crisp, a refreshing contrast to the warm energy that waits for you inside. You step through the entrance, the beat of the music immediately wrapping around you. And then you see her. <b>Alia.</b> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/aliafair.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> She’s standing near the bar, looking effortlessly chic in a cute, flowing dress that catches the dim light just right. She looks stunning. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the playful sway of her dress as she turns—it’s as if the whole night is made for her. She turns just as you reach her, her eyes lighting up when she sees you. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Hey, you made it!<</say>> Alia grins, her voice warm and full of excitement. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Of course, Wouldn’t miss it for the world.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I’ll be right back. Going to grab us some drinks.<</say>> You stand there for a moment, watching her walk away towards the bar. You take in the moment, finally you are on a second date with Alia. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Scan the crowd|Date_2]] <<case 6>> She’s at the bar, chatting with a guy you don’t recognize. He’s tall, dark-skinned, and smiling brightly at her. You notice how easily she laughs at something he says, her eyes sparkling. He's incredibly good looking! <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Steve/steveintro.webp" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $arousal_present += 20>> It’s not like you’re worried—Alia’s always friendly, and it’s just a conversation. You’re not the jealous type. But you do watch for a second, taking in how the guy seems a little too eager, leaning a bit closer as she talks. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/whisper.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Just as you start to wonder whether they’re talking about anything interesting, Alia catches your eye across the room. She raises an eyebrow, noticing you looking at her, and flashes a teasing grin. She hugs him and return to you. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>What’s up?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Just trying to find a friendly face in the crowd. You already seem have found one.<</say>> She laughs, rolling her eyes dramatically. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>That guy, that's Steve. He works with me at the Mayor's office actually for Reyes' wife, Kendra. He's like her secretary or something. Don’t worry, I’ll leave the flirting to you. You’re cute when you’re jealous.<</say>> She teases, You laugh, shaking your head, feeling the tension ease between you. The music swells around you, and you find yourself caught up in it, your thoughts moving away from the brief moment of curiosity. You smile at Alia, your hand finding hers as you both lose yourselves in the beat. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You’re not going to out-dance me, are you?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Oh, I don’t know. I think I’ve got some moves,<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/dance.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Her fingers tracing a teasing path over your shirt as she pulls away, her eyes never leaving yours. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>We’ll see about that.<</say>> A few songs later, the club is starting to wind down, but neither of you seems ready to call it a night. You can feel the electric charge between the two of you building, each movement more confident than the last, the air around you thick with anticipation. Alia leans in again, lips close to your ear. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>So, what’s next?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Well, I was thinking we could call it a night, head back to your place... but only if you think you're up for it.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I think I’m more than up for it.<</say>> <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Exit the Club|Date_2]] <<case 7>> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  There’s an ease in the way she’s walking next to you, a comfort that settles between the two of you as you navigate the quiet streets. Sometime later you reach her house. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/walkhome.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Race you inside?<</say>> She teases, already heading toward the door with a mischievous glint in her eye. You grin and take off after her, laughing as you both rush inside, breathless from the sprint. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Well, I guess you win.<</say>> She says with a playful pout, as she catches her breath, leaning against the doorframe. You smirk, clearly enjoying the way things are unfolding. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’d say we both win, don’t you think?<</say>> You’re on the couch now—closer than before. Music plays low from a speaker. Something slow, sultry. A contrast to the night’s chaos. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>My feet are dead. Why do we do this to ourselves?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Because we like to pretend we’re immortal, even when we are facing with the tallest of the monster.<</say>><<set $arousal_present += 20>> She laughs, then looks at you—really looks. Something quiet passes between you. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You surprised me tonight.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Oh yeah?<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You’re not what I thought. At the club, I mean. You danced like you didn’t care who was watching.<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>><<set $arousal_present += 20>> [[Pull her close|Date_2]] <<case 8>> She smiles, but there’s something else behind it now. Thoughtful. She reaches over, her fingers grazing yours. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>There’s a party on Sunday at the Beach hall. Mayor Reyes is celebrating his nomination. I want you to come with me.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Me?<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Yes, you. He invited you. But you have to wear a cocktail suit. It's a cocktail party<</say>> You are surprised Alia told the Mayor about your after just one date. Meeting the Mayor, boy that would be something. I guess I'll have to <b>Buy a Suit.</b> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Is this you testing me?<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Maybe. Maybe I just want to see you in a suit.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/kissdate2.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You Kiss. You taste salt and lipstick your lips finding hers in a soft but urgent kiss. As you pull away for a moment to catch your breath, Alia smirks, her eyes sparkling. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Well, now I’m really curious… what’s next?<</say>> She undresses, the soft fabric of her dress slipping off her body with a delicate swish. She stands there, looking at you, her gaze steady and sure, but there’s something—something that you can’t put your finger on. <<set $arousal_present += 20>> Her body is warm, her skin soft and glowing in the muted light. The air is thick with tension, anticipation hanging between you like a delicate thread, ready to snap. Her hands roam over your chest, brushing against your skin, each touch sending sparks through your body. You respond in kind, your hands tracing the curves of her body, pulling her closer until you feel her warmth pressing against you. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/whisper.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $arousal_present += 20>> As her lips trail down your neck, you catch a flash in your mind—the image of her laughing with that stranger at the bar earlier, the way she had looked at him, the ease with which she interacted. It’s brief, just a fleeting thought, but it stirs something in you. You push it away, reminding yourself that this is real, this moment is real. There’s no need for doubt. She’s here with you now, and that’s what matters. Her hands move to your pants, undoing them with a practiced ease, and as they slip down your legs, you take a sharp breath. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Undo her Bra|Date_2]] <<case 9>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/undress.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You reach for her, your hands finding the hook of her bra, and with one swift motion, it falls away, revealing her breasts in all its softness. She steps closer to you, her hands finding the waistband of your boxers, tugging them down slowly, deliberately. Her fingers brush against your skin, and you feel the tension in your body snap. She pauses for a moment, her gaze locking onto yours, and in that moment, you both understand something unspoken. Finally, she moves down, her lips brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your breath catches in your throat.. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Are you ready?<</say>> And then, she sinks down onto you, she takes whole cock in and the world explodes in a rush of sensation, of heat, of closeness. Everything else fades—there’s only the two of you, entwined in each other, bodies moving together in perfect harmony. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/blow.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You let go and then [[CUM!|Date_2]] <<set $aliadate += 1>> <<case 10>> <<set $arousal_present -= 100>> You wriggle in pleasure. She grabs you the moment you release, holding you tight as if trying to catch every last piece of your world spilling into her mouth, your breathing slows in tandem, the high tide of sensation ebbing into stillness. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/cumface.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Her eyes find yours—wide, quiet, and full of warmth... her mourth trails with your cum. She wanted more. <b>Needed more. </b> And the moment never arrives. Still, she leans in, soft and sure. Her thigh slips gently over yours, her chest nestling into your side, and her hand finds its place above your heart. Not out of habit, not just comfort—there’s something real in it. Maybe it’s love, or maybe it’s something quieter, deeper. A kind of grace, fragile but deliberate. She chooses to hold you. She chooses you, even with whatever she can’t bring herself to name. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/cuddle.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<set $gfquest to 2>> The hush of the room thickens, warm and close. Her breath evens out. Yours falls into rhythm beside it. But then her fingers give the smallest twitch against your skin—like a sentence she never let form. A flicker of something unsaid. You look at her once more, memorizing this softness, and then you rise—gently, carefully. You whisper goodbye, and leave for home, carrying her touch with you.<<set $aliadate += 1>><<set $gfquestProgressedToday to true>> [[Go home|mcapartment_new]] <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<case 7>> <b>Extra Classes</b> The projector flickers to life, showing four silhouettes. All masculine. All seated. Their faces are hidden, but their postures speak volumes: one reclines with confidence, another fidgets nervously, another sits straight-backed and vacant, and the last seems almost... graceful. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Let’s talk about men today. Or rather, the masks they wear.<</say>> She scribbles four labels on the board: 🜂 The Real Man 🜁 The Follower 🜃 The Femboy 🜄 The Sissy <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>These aren’t diagnoses. They’re archetypes. Lenses. Useful only if they help you see.<</say>> She begins with the Real Man. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Often idolized. Quiet. Stoic. Muscular or wiry, it doesn’t matter—his currency is control. He leads not because he's the wisest, but because no one else dares to try.<</say>> A video shows a man chopping wood alone, then standing in silence as a woman weeps nearby. He says nothing. The scene pauses. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>Strength without tenderness. Discipline without softness. The world taught him not to feel—only to act.<</say>> Next, the Follower. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>He craves validation. Often from other men. From power. From whatever promises safety. He adapts. He mimics. He survives.<</say>> A montage plays: a boy laughing at a cruel joke, then wincing as he’s told it wasn’t funny. Then, later, him saying the same joke to someone else—word for word. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>He’s not evil. Just lost. Too afraid to ask who he really is.<</say>> Then the Femboy. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>He plays with contrast. With contradiction. With a smile. He wears eyeliner like war paint—not to seduce, but to challenge what you thought a man could be.<</say>> Students shift uncomfortably as a scene shows a boy painting his nails, his movements casual, his gaze direct. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>The femboy doesn’t seek approval. He seeks alignment. His softness is deliberate. His femininity is his, not borrowed.<</say>> And finally, the Sissy. The room goes tense. Even the rain outside hushes for a moment. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>The most punished archetype. The most mocked. But why? Because he enjoys submission? Because he wants to please? Because he wears what the world told him only girls should love?<</say>> She shows a scene: a boy alone, twirling in a frilly dress, smiling. Then another: him hiding that dress in the back of his closet. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>He is dangerous only to those who fear transformation. Because the sissy asks a terrifying question: what if you want to be pretty? What if you want to be soft?<</say>> The class is silent now. No one jokes. No one dares. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>These aren’t just men. These are wounds. Strategies. Dreams. And none of them—none—exist in a vacuum.<</say>> She picks up her teacup, then pauses. <<say "Prof. Reynolds" "left" "Images/NPC/Reynolds/msreyface.jpg">>You’re not here to become one or another. You’re here to understand them all. Because inside you, there’s likely a piece of each.<</say>>

<<switch $satwork>> <<case 1>> Shift - Restocking and Organizing You step into the backroom, the air filled with the fresh scent of fabric softener and cleaning products. It's quiet for now, just the sound of your footsteps echoing off the cold concrete. Samantha, who has been working here for a few months, is already in the back, organizing a pile of new arrivals. She turns when she hears you enter and gives a friendly wave. "Hey there," Samantha says with a raised eyebrow. "Looks like you're joining the restocking crew today." You smile and grab a box, cutting it open and beginning to pull out the contents. She watches you carefully for a moment before breaking the silence again. "So, uh... this is your first time working in a women’s store, huh?" She shrugs, trying to sound casual, but the curiosity in her voice is unmistakable. "I mean... we’ve never had a guy around here before." She looks you over for a moment, and you can sense her evaluating the situation, trying to figure out how to approach you. "But, yeah. I guess, uh... it’s all about the clothes, right?" You nod, and she gives a nervous chuckle. "No big deal. Just fold them like you would a shirt. Most of the stuff is delicate, so... be gentle with it." She motions to a delicate blouse and adds, "I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ve never really shown a guy how to fold a dress before, but... I guess it’s the same, right?" You can sense she’s not sure how to continue the conversation. After a moment, she just gets back to her own task, and you do the same, the awkwardness of the situation slowly fading away as you fall into the rhythm of the work. <<set $satwork += 1>> <<case 2>> Shift - Steam and Freshen Up the Clothes Today’s task is to steam the new arrivals, giving them a fresh, crisp look. Maya, an experienced employee, is already handling the steamer, carefully smoothing out wrinkles on a dress. She looks over at you as you step into the backroom. "Hey," she says with a smile, "Looks like you're getting the hang of it, huh? Let’s freshen up these clothes together." You grab the steamer and start on one of the blouses. The warmth of the steam surrounds you as you work, smoothing out wrinkles. Maya watches you for a moment before speaking again, her tone hesitant but friendly. "You know... it’s... kinda strange," she says slowly, "Having a guy work in here. Not that it’s a big deal or anything, just... I’ve never had to show a guy how to steam a blouse before. You’re doing fine though," she adds quickly, trying to reassure you. She watches as you continue working, adjusting the steamer in your hand. "Just be careful with the delicate fabrics, okay? Silk and satin... those need a lighter touch. I know it’s kind of weird, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it." You nod, trying to reassure her with your own smile. It’s clear she’s not used to having a man in the store, but she doesn’t let it stop her from helping you get the clothes ready. <<set $satwork += 1>> <<case 3>> Shift - Preparing the Mannequins Today, you're tasked with dressing the mannequins. They’re standing in a row at the back, just waiting to be dressed in the latest collection. Rachel, one of the more experienced employees, is already at the far end, carefully adjusting a dress on one of the mannequins. "Looks like you’re helping out with the mannequins today," Rachel says with a smile, as she steps back to get a better look at her work. "It’s easier than it looks, trust me." You take your place beside her, grabbing a brightly colored dress. You slide it over one of the mannequins and begin adjusting it, making sure it fits just right. Rachel stands by, offering tips and gently guiding you through the process. After a moment, she glances over at you again, and her voice softens. "I guess it’s kinda funny having a guy do this," she says, glancing at the mannequin you’re dressing. "I’ve never worked with a guy on mannequin duty before. But... I mean, it’s not that much different from dressing a person, right?" She looks at you for confirmation, then immediately brushes it off. "Anyway, you’re doing great. Just make sure the arms aren’t too stiff, and the legs need to have a bit of a bend to make them look natural." You finish setting up the mannequins, working in tandem with Rachel. The awkwardness fades as you both focus on the task, and by the end of the shift, the mannequins are ready to be displayed. <<set $satwork += 1>> <<case 4>> Shift - Checking Inventory and Processing Returns Today, your job is to check inventory and process returns. You enter the backroom to find Megan, one of the newer employees, already working through a pile of returns. She’s carefully inspecting each item, scanning them into the system. "Hey there," Lisa says cheerfully, glancing up from her work. "Looks like you’re on return duty today. It's not as glamorous as some of the other tasks, but it’s definitely important." You step in and begin helping her check the labels and sort through the returned items. There’s an awkward silence as you both scan through each piece, but then Lisa breaks the tension. "So, uh... I guess you’re still adjusting to everything here, huh?" she asks, her tone light and curious. "I’ve never really worked with a guy in a women’s store before. But I guess it’s no different than processing returns, right?" You both chuckle, and Lisa adds, "I mean, yeah, I’m used to working with the girls, but... you’re actually pretty quick with this stuff. I guess it’s just one of those things you don’t expect when you’re hired, huh?" She moves to the next pile of returns, and you follow, finishing the task together. By the end of the shift, the returns are sorted and ready to be processed, and the tension has eased. The store is quiet again, and it feels more natural now, even if you’re the only guy working there. <<set $satwork += 1>> <<case 5>> Shift - Tagging and Pricing You step into the backroom for your next shift and see Samantha and Rachel already at work, tagging and pricing new arrivals. The tables are piled high with clothes, each one waiting for a price tag before it hits the floor. "Looks like you’re on tagging duty today," Rachel says with a grin. "It’s pretty easy work, but it can be time-consuming. You’re gonna be busy, that’s for sure." You take a seat next to her and grab the tagging gun, carefully attaching price tags to each item. As you work, Samantha watches for a moment before speaking up. "So, uh..." she starts, awkwardly shifting her weight. "I don’t know if it’s just me, but... it’s still kinda weird having a guy doing this. Not that it’s a problem or anything. I just... I’ve never really worked with a guy on tagging." You laugh, feeling the oddness of the situation, but she smiles too, trying to reassure you. "But, hey, it’s no big deal, right? Just keep everything neat, and we’ll be done in no time." As you work, the awkwardness fades, and the rhythm of the tagging starts to feel natural. The shift goes by quickly, and before you know it, the racks are filled with neatly tagged clothing, ready for display <<set $satwork += 1>> <<endswitch>> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>> [[End Shift|mall_new]]

<<switch $womanwork>> <<case 0>> Madam Rachel is already at her desk, when you arrive, pen scratching across paperwork with mechanical precision. Her cleavage ever present almost bursting out of her shirt. You clear your throat on last time. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/deeboss1.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’m ready.<</say>> She doesn’t look up. Instead, she slides two documents across the polished surface toward you. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Sign these. NDA and work agreement.<</say>> You pick them up, scanning quickly. The wording is vague. Phrases like <b>Behavioral Flexibility, Presentation Protocol</b> and a curious <b>Section 9-A</b> jump out at you, undefined and unsettling. You hesitate, pen hovering, but then you scribble your signature anyway. Madam Rachel finally looks up, studying you with a flat, unreadable gaze. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/sign.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Good. Today, you may work dressed as you are. But starting tomorrow—boyshorts are compulsory.<</say>> The words hit you like a slap. <<set $womanwork += 1>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[Wait, what?|Shift_1]]<</say>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/corpus.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>It’s part of the store's conduct code. All employees wear uniform as per the corpus and undergarments are a part of it. No exceptions. If my other girls see me cutting you slack then I'll have to cut them slack. And I don't want to do that.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">><b>Section 9-A</b>? I mean... no one would even see them, right?<</say>> You fumble for logic. Rachel's lips curl into something that isn’t quite a smile. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>That’s the point. It’s not about visibility. It’s about compliance. All my staff have to wear it and you should too.<</say>> She watches you closely now, noting every flicker of hesitation on your face. You think of all the primed uniformed women who work in the store. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/staff.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>To make it easier. I’ll increase your wage. $120 per shift. Think of it like a little... incentive.<</say>> Your head spins. Higher pay—for something so trivial? You force out the next question: <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Where... where do I even get them?<</say>> Rachel leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You have some options. You can buy a pair from the store. Proper brand, of course. Or...<</say>> She continues, almost lazily. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>...you could get a little... creative. I hear the <b>cheerleaders</b> keep extras in the locker room. Maybe some <b>friend</b> of yours can lend you one. I’ll leave the how to you. But remember: <b>no boyshorts, no next shift. </b><</say>> You nod stiffly, feeling like you've just agreed to something far bigger—and stranger—than you realized. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>So. Ready for your first shift?<</say>> Her voice steady and soothing. <<link "<span style='color: #ed61d8;'>I’m ready, Madam Rachel.</span>">> <<set $womanwork += 1>> <<goto "Shift_1">> <</link>> <<case 2>> Madam Rachel leads you through a velvet-draped hallway into a private backroom. The scent of perfume and polished wood thickens as the door closes behind you with a soft click. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/backroom.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Inside, a woman waits — poised, radiant. She’s dressed in an outfit that blurs the line between authority and allure: a high-waisted pencil skirt clings to her hips, paired with a silk blouse that’s buttoned just enough to command respect, yet reveals the shimmer of delicate lace beneath. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>This is Ava. She'll be your instructor for the remainder fo your training period. I am gonna leave you in her capable hands.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/Avaintro.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> Ava stands, smoothing the fabric of her blouse. <<say "Ava" "left" "Images/NPC/Ava/avaface.jpg">>Today, we’re going to start with the basics: undergarments. But, as you know from the contract you signed, boyshorts are a must. No exceptions.<</say>> You blink, a little startled by the reminder. You glance at the neat stack of clothing on the counter. The boyshorts are right there, neatly folded. Ava continues, unfazed by your reaction. <<say "Ava" "left" "Images/NPC/Ava/avaface.jpg">>You’ll get used to it. The boyshorts, the uniform—it’s all part of the presentation. The customers don’t see them, but you’ll know they’re there. It’s a small thing, but it helps with the mindset. See.<</say>> Ava turns around and gently lifts her tighy skirt to show you her panties. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/avapanties.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You stand there dumbfaced. You had never expected something like to happen to you. You try to process it all. You manage to fumble words out of your mouth. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’ll... make sure I have them next shift.<</say>> Ava gives you a small nod. <<say "Ava" "left" "Images/NPC/Ava/avaface.jpg">>Good. Now, let’s talk about the rest of the shift. This is a basic piece—a camisole. Soft cotton, simple, but versatile. You’ll be working with a lot of different fabrics, each for a specific purpose. But for today, we focus on the basics.<</say>> <<link "Feel it in your hands.">> <<set $womanwork += 1>> <<goto "Shift_1">> <</link>> <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/feel.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You take the camisole from her, feeling the soft cotton between your fingers. It's smooth, almost silky, but with a slight thickness to it that gives it a sturdiness. There's something almost intimate about handling it, the way the fabric slips under your fingers, making you feel like you're holding something precious. You try to focus, but your mind is still on the boyshorts. The thought of them unsettles you, but at the same time, there’s a strange curiosity stirring inside you. What will they feel like? What will it be like to wear them? <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/models.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<say "Ava" "left" "Images/NPC/Ava/avaface.jpg">>It's all about care. Everything has to be treated with respect. Whether it's a pair of boyshorts, a delicate lace bra, or a summer dress, they all need the same attention. It’s the presentation, the care, that makes all the difference.<</say>> You nod, though your thoughts are still distracted. The camisoles, in comparison, seem so simple, so innocent—but you can't ignore the sense of anticipation building up around the boyshorts. You wonder if they’ll feel as smooth and delicate, or if they'll be a different kind of experience entirely. <<say "Ava" "left" "Images/NPC/Ava/avaface.jpg">>You’ll want to get used to folding all of them this way. We don’t want anything getting wrinkled or damaged. It’s part of the job, and in time, you’ll find that it becomes second nature. You’ve done well for your first day. Don’t forget about the boyshorts. Take care of that before your next shift. It's a small thing, but it’s important.<</say>> You nod. It’s clear now: each garment has its own significance, its own place. And for next time, you’ll need to step up. But before that you’ll need to find the boyshorts. That’s the next step.<<set $womanwork += 1>> <<set $money_present += 100>> [[End Shift|mall_new]]<<set $arousal_present += 20>> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>> <<endswitch>> <<set $menwork to 0>>

<<switch $rina>> <<case 7>> <img src="Images/events/Rina/beach.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /> Long shadows stretch across the pavement as you approach Rina’s place. You glance at your phone—7:17. Close enough. You jog the last few steps to the front porch, raising a hand to knock—then pause. Through the slim crack of the slightly ajar door, you catch something. A low, breathy laugh. The soft thud of a mattress. For a moment, you freeze—half in motion, half retreating—then curiosity wins. Inside, the bedroom door is open just enough to reveal movement: tangled sheets, a bare shoulder, and Rina on her stomach—and a girl behind her fingers depp into Rina's pussy, hips rolling slow, and Rina Moaning. The air is thick with heat and rhythm, the quiet slap of skin on skin echoing in the stillness of the house. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/rinagirl.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The girl rises, tall and easy in her skin, slipping into an oversized tee that skims the tops of her thighs. She moves like she belongs here, like she’s been here before. As she steps out the door, she catches your eye. You watch her disappear down the street, a little stunned, before the door creaks open again—this time, it’s Rina. She’s already dressed to run: crop top, tight shorts, and that easy confidence she always carries, like she woke up knowing the world would bend a little for her today. <<set $rina += 1>> [[On to the beach|Rina2]] <<case 8>> As you jog along, your gaze drifts across the beach to the other joggers and walkers out for their morning routine. And as much as you try to keep your eyes on the path ahead, you can’t help but notice the girls running by—girls whose movements are a little more... enticing than usual. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/run2.gif" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> One of them, in particular, catches your eye. She’s got a loose top on and shorts that cling to her curves, bouncing slightly with each step she takes. You can’t help but watch the sway of her hips and the rhythm of her chest moving with every stride. You glance sideways at Rina, who’s already noticed what you’re looking at, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She tilts her head toward the girl and raises an eyebrow, clearly not as subtle as you’re trying to be. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>You know, if you’re gonna stare, you might as well enjoy the view.<</say>> Trying to keep your focus on your jog, but Rina’s energy is infectious. It’s hard to resist glancing back at the girl—at the way her chest bounces in rhythm with each step. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Can’t help it. Some things are just... hard to ignore.<</say>> A few more girls jog past, and it’s hard not to notice the smooth, rhythmic motion of their bodies, their hips swaying and chests bouncing as they pick up speed. Rina doesn’t miss a beat. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Maybe you should try running in shorts like that. It’s not like you don’t have the legs for it.<</say>><<set $rina += 1>> [[Compare your legs|Rina2]] <<case 9>> You compare your legs to the other girls and men running along the beach. Sure, your frame is similar to the girls—slim, soft around the edges—but the hair, the roughness, still marks a difference. That doesn't mean you have to wear what girls wear, right? You are keenly aware that you are wearing girl's underwear. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/jogging.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> Rina always knows how to push your buttons. But there’s something about the way she says it this time—casually, like it doesn’t mean much—that makes you wonder. As you both jog along, more girls pass by. There’s something hypnotic about the rhythm of their movements, the way their bodies seem to glide in sync with the beat of their own steps. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>C’mon, you can admit it. I know you're thinking the same thing. It’s hard to look away when they... bounce like that.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You’re terrible. But yeah. I think you are in the cheer team to just look at women and you probably have run through all of them.<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>By all means then join us.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/ass.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Even if it’s a little embarrassing to admit, there’s no denying the way you both enjoy checking out the girls in the park.<<set $rina += 1>> [[Last lap|Rina2]] <<case 10>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/beach.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Finally, you round the corner and the beach comes into view, the sound of the waves crashing louder with each step. You and Rina slow down as you reach the shoreline, both of you slightly out of breath from the jog but energized by the fun of the morning. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Hey, maybe next time we can try a slower pace, so we have more time to enjoy the view. What do you think?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Maybe. But I think I’ll just stick to keeping up with you for now.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/rinaex.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Rina gives you a knowing look as you both sit down on the sand, catching your breath and looking out at the ocean. The storm’s still a distant thought, and for now, it’s just the two of you, the quiet of the beach, and the memories of a playful, carefree jog.<<set $rina += 1>><<set $rinaquest += 1>> [[End the Jog|beach_new]] <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<endswitch>>

The moment the door shuts behind you, her hands are on your chest, her lips pressed urgently against yours. There's no restraint now—no hesitation, no teasing. Just hunger. A deep, gnawing, almost desperate hunger. She unzips your jacket in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor as her hands move swiftly to your shirt. Her fingers are feverish, working the buttons one by one, then slipping inside, palms hot against your skin. You kiss her harder, walking her backward through the apartment as she kicks off her heels, both of you half stumbling, half undressing. Shirts hit the floor. Your belt clinks as she tugs it loose. Her dress falls to her ankles. Her bra unclasps with a flick of your fingers. You pause just long enough to look at her—hair slightly tousled, eyes burning, lips parted. The desire in her gaze is wild. You kiss her again, deeper this time, and guide her down onto the bed. She climbs atop you, hips finding your rhythm before either of you says a word. She rides you slowly at first, then faster—like she’s trying to erase every second you spent apart that evening. Her nails dig into your chest, her head falling back in a moan that cuts through the dark. “You’re mine tonight,” she whispers, her voice low, possessive. “Yes,” you breathe, lost in her completely. Your hands find her waist, her hips, her thighs. You grip her tighter, matching her rhythm. The heat between you builds, pressure cresting like a storm. It’s primal, bodies slamming together, the bed creaking under the force of it. And when you finally come, it’s not subtle. Your muscles lock, your breath catches in your throat, and you feel yourself pour into her, shaking with the release. You collapse back against the bed, dazed, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. She leans forward, resting her palms on your chest, lips brushing your neck. But she isn’t finished. Her hand slides into your hair, tilting your head up. “Go down on me,” she says, her voice a little softer, but commanding. You lift your head slightly, still catching your breath. “I want you to taste all of me,” she adds, her thumb brushing your cheek. “Everything.” You hesitate just for a second—not out of resistance, but out of awe. There’s something so intimate in the way she asks. Not vulgar, not domineering—just deeply certain. And inviting. You nod, sliding down between her thighs. The taste hits you first. It’s different this time. Familiar and yet… not. You taste her, yes—but also yourself inside her. It throws you off for a moment. Your tongue pauses, your body still. It’s earthy. Salty. Slightly metallic. The tang of her arousal mixed with your own. It’s strange. Intimate. You hadn’t expected it to affect you this way. But then your body responds—unexpectedly, undeniably. You feel yourself start to harden again. You let out a slow exhale and adjust, pushing past the unfamiliarity. There’s something deeply primal about it now. Your tongue moves with a new purpose, not just tasting, but exploring, learning. Her breath hitches above you, her thighs tightening as she begins to move with you again. Your hand slips down to stroke yourself, slowly, carefully. Her scent fills your senses, her moans growing louder. You glance up—she’s watching you, her lips parted, her fingers now tangled in your hair. “That’s it,” she breathes. “Just like that… keep going…” You do. Every lick, every motion becomes a rhythm, a ritual. You taste more deeply, your own essence mixing into the heat of her, and something inside you shifts. You don't feel embarrassed or humiliated. You feel hers. Devoted. Completely open. She starts to tremble, her hips rolling faster, her moans turning to gasps. “Fuck—yes—don’t stop—” You feel her pulse against your mouth—deep, rhythmic contractions—and you climax too, almost silently, your own pleasure triggered just by the intensity of hers. It spills from you without touch, without demand. Just the sheer surrender of the moment. She comes hard, grinding into your face, back arching off the bed, legs clamping around your head. You hold her there, licking gently through the aftershocks, letting her ride out every last wave. Eventually, her body softens, breath catching in short bursts. You climb up beside her, both of you glistening with sweat, skin still humming. She turns to you, brushes your damp hair from your face, and leans in with a long, slow kiss. You can still taste her—and yourself—on both your tongues. She lies back with a small, breathless laugh. “That was... intense.” You smile, still dazed. “Yeah.” She stretches a little, then tilts her head toward you, brushing her fingers across your jaw. “If I’m being honest… I didn’t come as hard as I usually do. But...” She trails her nails lightly down your chest. “What you did? That was beautiful. I love your mouth on me. I love how you gave yourself to me.” She turns on her side, resting her head on her arm, watching you with warmth. “And now, I’m really glad you said yes to Sundays.” You grin, voice soft. “Me too.” She leans in, kisses your neck, then your cheek, then your lips. “We’ll make such a good team.” And as you lie there, tangled in each other under dim light, something shifts again. Not just in your body—but in the quiet gravity between you. Something deeper. Something neither of you dares to name yet. <<set $gfquestProgressedToday to true>> [[Go home |downtown_new]]

<<switch $mbs>> <<case 5>> You think of Alia. The last time you were with her, you came too soon—right on her face, before you even got to have sex. She looked so good down there, so ready, it overwhelmed you. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/cumface.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> She laughed it off, wiped it away like it was nothing. But now, you're not so sure. Was she disappointed? Did she expect more? You didn’t ask. You just lay there, pretending it was fine. Maybe she was just being kind. Maybe she left unsatisfied—and didn’t want to say it. And then — like a knock echoing through your skull — you remember Lily's words. Watch them for me. And you have done exacly that the other day.<<set $mbs += 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/julielick.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> [[But size doesn’t matter. Right?|MBS2]] <<case 6>> That old phrase. Like a lullaby whispered in the dark — soft, soothing, repeated until you almost believe it. Almost. Tonight, though, doubt flickers like a faulty lightbulb. But no. This isn’t envy. You know Sam. He’s your best friend. You love him. It’s something else. Curiosity. It presses against your chest, slow and heavy. Not about wanting what he has. Not exactly. But trying to understand it. What it means to have it. What it does — to others, to you. And you let that curiosity win. Your hand moves almost on instinct. Your cock stirs. Grows. The air in your room feels heavier now. Your skin prickles, tight and electric. You lean back, eyes locked on the screen, your hand drifting lower, thoughts racing. You don’t even know what exactly you're chasing. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/cock.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You remove your pants. The boyshorts you are wearing right now. Makes you boner even stronger. <<set $mbs += 1>> <<set $mbsprogressedtoday to true>> [[Think of Alia|Alia_mbs]] [[Think of Julie|Julie_mbs]] [[Think of Lily|Lily_mbs]] <<endswitch>>

<<switch $mbs>> <<case 7>> <<set $mbsout += 1>> You let your mind drift. It’s Lily. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Medium would be just fine for now. <</say>> But now, in your head, she’s here. In your room. You’re on your bed, in the dark. Your hand moving. Your breath shallow. And then— The door creaks open. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Oh my god. <</say>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilydream.gif" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> Her heels click softly against the floor as she steps in. The tight skirt hugging her hips sways just enough to make you ache. Her eyes roam — deliberate, sharp — until they land where you want them to. On your hand. On your cock. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You really do touch yourself thinking of me?<</say>> You nod. You don’t trust your voice. She doesn’t move to stop you. Instead, she sinks into your desk chair, crossing one leg over the other like she owns the room. A smirk plays on her lips. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lap.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Show me, then.<</say>> And you do. You stroke harder now for her. Every motion becomes a performance. Every breath, a confession. She watches. Unflinching.<<set $mbs += 1>> Then, she lifts her skirt. [[No panties.|Lily_mbs]] <<case 8>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I’m not doing this for you, But you can look.<</say>> She spreads. Fingers glide lazily around her clit, coaxing small, quiet moans from her lips — soft, but loud enough to drive you mad. But you somehow can't fully see it. Somehow her boobs and pussy is pixalted. Away from your grasp. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/peek.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Faster, I want to see you squirm..<</say>> Your body obeys without hesitation. You jerk harder, chasing the edge like a man possessed. Her gaze pins you down, electric, merciless. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Cum. Now. Let me see how pathetic you look.<</say>> And just like that — You lose it. <<link "Cum">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> You explode, shuddering, gasping, helpless. Hot streaks across your stomach. You can’t stop shaking. Your face burns with the shame and the thrill of it. And in your mind, she laughs.<<set $mbs += 1>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I knew you’d do it..<</say>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $mbs>> <<case 7>> You never meant to see what you saw. It wasn’t for you. Just a cracked door, , the sound of something wet and rhythmic drifting up the stairs. And there she was—kneeling. Confident. Sinful. Her mouth wrapped around Sam’s cock like she owned it. You remember how your breath hitched. How your body froze. How your cock stirred, thickening in your jeans with alarming speed. Now in your fantasy, you’re back in that hallway. The air is warm and loud with muffled music, but you stay still. This time, you don’t leave. You don’t pretend you didn’t see it. You lean into the wall, heart pounding, cock already out, your hand moving slow and quiet. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/julielick.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> And then… she sees you. Mid-bob, eyes half-lidded, her lips wet and stretched wide, she glances up—and locks eyes with you. She doesn’t stop.<<set $mbs += 1>> [[Jerk Off|Julie_mbs]]<<set $mbsout += 1>> <<case 8>> As if for your benefit, she gets louder. Messier. Her mouth moves sloppily, hands twisting, throat flexing as she takes Sam deeper. It’s a performance now. She’s putting on a show—and it’s for you. You’re just behind the door, pants down, your fist moving faster around your shaft, your back pressed hard against the wall. You can’t look away. Her eyes are still on you. And as she moves, her mouth forms words you don’t hear—but you know what she’s saying. Bet you wish this was you. You do. Wait. What does she mean by that? But you don’t stop. Your hand is a blur now. You’re jerking off like you’re part of it, like this is your place in the scene—watching, wanting, denied. You’re not supposed to be here. That’s what makes it burn. <<link "Cum">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> You cum with your back still pressed to the wall, a low groan escaping you as your cock pulses, cum spilling across your hand and stomach. And in your head, she keeps sucking him—knowing you're watching.<<set $mbs += 1>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $mbs>> <<case 7>> You close your eyes. Your hand’s already moving — slow, instinctive strokes — as your mind drifts to Alia. The quiet moan she made when your lips grazed her collarbone. The softness of her mouth against yours, as if she trusted you with something delicate. But then — like it always does — doubt slips in, silent and sharp. She smiled. She said it was good. But… did she mean it? Was that warmth real, or just courtesy? A thank-you for trying? <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/cumface.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You rewind the memory. She’s curled up beside you, bare shoulders rising gently with each breath, the sheets tangled around her waist. A soft glow filters through the curtains. You watch her sleep, heart tight in your chest. You turn to her, voice low, uncertain.<<set $mbsout += 1>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Do you think you made me cum? Do you want to feel hit? Feel for yourself.<</say>> She opens her eyes. Looks at you with that same small, unreadable smile. She doesn’t speak. Just takes your hand and guides it beneath the blanket, down her stomach, between her thighs. And you something sticky in there. Her pussy is drenched in Cum. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/aliadream.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> That hits you hard. Your cock jumps in your grip. You breathe deeper. The image burns behind your eyelids, fierce and bright.<<set $mbs += 1>> [[Go fasterr|Alia_mbs]] <<case 8>> Then she pulls you up, eyes glassy, lips parted. She kisses your neck. Breathes into your ear: <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Do you want a taste of it?. It's not yours.<</say>> Your hand moves faster, chasing that feeling, caught between memory and fantasy. Caught in the need — not just for pleasure, but for confirmation. For proof. <<link "Cum">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> You cum with a groan, back arching slightly, warmth spilling across your stomach. It’s intense. Real. You breathe through it, trembling. But even in the quiet afterward, as the sensation fades, the question remains — echoing in the hollow of your chest. <<set $mbs += 1>>[[Sleep|sleep]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $past3>> <<case 7>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/night1.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> The night feels impossibly still, the only sound the steady rhythm of Xander’s breathing beside you. You lie awake, feeling the warmth of the sheets that cocoon you, yet you’re cold inside—disconnected from the familiar presence of the man next to you. You turn over slightly, glancing at the clock — 3:22 AM. Sleep doesn’t come, and when it does, it’s fragmented, filled with flashes of images and sensations you can’t control. There’s no peace tonight. Xander’s hand reaches over and brushes against your waist, a soft pressure that brings you back to the present. It should be comforting. But there’s a tightness in your chest, something that pulls you away, just out of his reach. His touch lingers on your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip in that slow, methodical way he always does, as though he knows the path of your body as well as his own. Tonight, your thoughts stray to someone else — someone who’s been on your mind since that afternoon. <<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[Raol|night_old]] <<case 8>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/raol/raolyard.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> The moment you saw him. Bare-chested in your backyard. The memory still lingers in your veins like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. His body — the way the sun glistened off his skin, the hard muscles of his abdomen, his thick arms — a physicality you’ve never known outside of Xander. But this was different. Raw. Untamed. And for reasons you can’t quite grasp, it burned through you. As Xander’s hand moves lower, his fingers slipping gently under the waistband of your nightgown, you feel the heat of his touch. But it’s not enough. Your breath quickens, but it’s not him you’re thinking of. You try to focus on the moment, on the man beside you, but the fantasy of Raol is so vivid, it’s impossible to ignore. The pulse between your legs isn’t for him. It’s for the memory of Raol’s body, his broad chest, the heat of his form under the sun. Your body betrays you, aching for something unfamiliar. “Let me show you, darling. Let me make you feel what I feel for you.” You try to push it away, but the thought of Raol — his strong, tanned body, the way he stood there so effortlessly powerful — floods your mind. The desire pulses inside you, leaving you breathless. “Just relax, love. Let go... I want to make you feel good.”<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Turn him|night_old]] <<case 9>> Just then you turn and flip him down on bed and instinctively move towards his crotch. His cock is stiff. White. He welcomes your touch. You look at his white cock as you move your fingers up and down on his shaft. Then you open your mouth and take him in. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/blow.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The heat between your legs intensifies as you continue, but all you can see in your mind’s eye is Raol — his body in that fleeting moment in the backyard. Your breath quickens, your pulse racing, but not because of him. It’s Raol’s image that sets your heart pounding, the memory of his muscular body, his unspoken confidence. You can feel his plesure growing and with it, your internal conflict rises. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of guilt and desire flooding your veins. Your breath hitches as the tension builds, the conflicting emotions becoming unbearable. Your mouth moves with slow intent, and despite everything inside you fighting it, despite the images of Raol, you feel him teetering on the edge. Xander whispers, “Darling... I... Wait…”<<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[He cums in your mouth|night_old]] <<case 10>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/cum.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> And then he lets go in your mouth, an unexpected rush of cum trickles in your mouth as you spit. He came too soon. You were hoping this would go on and atleast today he would get you off the edge of this pleasure cliff. You move away from him and sleep turning away from him. You lie there, breathless, Xander still beside you, his hands slow on your skin. The taste of Raol’s imagined touch lingers in your mouth, on your skin, and you can’t shake it off. It haunts you in ways you didn’t expect, pulling you in a direction you can’t control. "Darling, We should...I will control my release the next time." <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/sleep.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You grab his hand facing away and bind them around you. The warmth of the bed doing nothing to quell the storm inside you. Your body hums with the tension, the conflicting desires. <<set $past3 += 1>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <<endswitch>><<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<switch $past3>> <<case 1>> As you pass the hallway window that overlooks the backyard, something catches your eye. A flash of movement. It’s Raol. The frenchman you met at your wedding. Instinctively leaning slightly closer to the window as your breath catches in your throat. He’s outside, in your backyard, completely shirtless. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/raol/raolyard.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> He’s working, but there’s something about the way his body moves, so fluid, so effortlessly strong, that you can’t look away. The sunlight catches the sheen of sweat on his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders and arms as he works, oblivious to your watchful gaze. His thick arms flex as he lifts something heavy, and the sight of his muscles straining under his skin sends a strange, unfamiliar heat curling in your stomach.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Trace your abdomen|raol_old1]] <<case 2>> Your heart beats a little faster, and before you can fully process it, your gaze has already dropped lower — to his abdomen, where the muscles ripple under his skin with every movement. You’ve never seen anyone like this before. No one except your husband, of course. But Raol… Raol is different. His body is so defined, so powerful in a way that makes your breath hitch in your throat. You swallow, feeling a strange warmth building in your chest. Your mind races. What is this? Why does it feel like your whole body is pulling towards him? You’ve never had such thoughts about anyone but your husband. Why now? <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/raol/horny.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Without thinking, your hand moves, almost on its own, toward your burning core. The thought of Raol’s body, of those thick arms, his taut abs — it sends a jolt of desire straight through you. Your fingers hover for a moment, hovering dangerously close, almost as if your body is in control of you, urging you forward. Your breath comes in shallow bursts, your thoughts fragmented, scattered. But just as you begin to give in to the impulse, the doorbell rings.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Snap back|raol_old1]] <<case 3>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/raol/bell.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The sound is sharp, pulling you out of your trance with an almost painful jolt. Your body tenses, your heart pounding in your ears as you rip your gaze away from the window.. You stand there, breathless, your hand still hovering near your body, frozen for a moment as the reality of what just happened sinks in. You swallow hard, trying to regain some composure. You turn, almost mechanically, to head back downstairs. Your legs feel heavy, like you’re walking through molasses, the sensation of being caught between two worlds still lingering in the pit of your stomach. You quickly straighten yourself, smoothing down your clothes as if that will somehow erase the heat still rising in your cheeks. You make your way down the stairs, trying to shake off the feeling of Raol’s presence lingering in your thoughts. As you reach the front door, you take one last, steadying breath. You push the thoughts of Raol away.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Open the door|lisa_old1]]<<set $corruption_past += 1>> <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $past3>> <<case 4>> You open the door, forcing a smile. Lisa stands there with a beaming smile. You brush off what just happened and invite her in. Lisa leans against the frame, draped in a patterned shawl that clings a little too elegantly for the wind outside. Her sunglasses are tucked into her hair, and her lipstick is slightly smudged, like she’d been biting her lip or laughing too hard before she got here. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/lisaface.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> “Evenin’, love. Didn’t interrupt something divine, did I? You’ve got that ‘caught in the middle of life’ look.” “Just the dishes. They don’t stop piling up, do they? Come in before the wind carries you off.” She steps in and the scent of her — lavender and something spicier — follows. It’s familiar, but every time it feels different. Charged. She walks slowly through your sitting room like she’s seeing it for the first time, trailing her fingers lightly across the top of the sideboard. Her nails are short but painted. Red. Deep red. “God, it always smells warm in here. Like cinnamon and... toast? And something else.” “Homemade jam. I was bottling earlier.” “Of course you were.” <<set $past3 += 1>> [[Set the tea|lisa_old1]] <<case 5>> You busy yourself with the kettle, and Lisa sits at the small kitchen table, one leg folded over the other in a way that reveals a flash of thigh before she lets the skirt fall gently back. Her eyes flick toward you, then linger. “Do you ever feel like you’re playing a part? Like all this — the jam, the tidy little days, the housework — it’s all something you memorised rather than chose?” “All the time.” There’s a silence between you. You pour the tea and set hers before her. She doesn’t take a sip. Instead, she reaches into her handbag and slides a folded leaflet across the table. “We’re meeting tomorrow. At Shackmore. You know it?” “The pub? It’s half-drunk men and darts boards.” “It’s just women only thing. Talking about... things that don’t get said out loud. Not in homes like these.” You pick up the leaflet. The paper is soft from being held too long. It reads: <b> “Sovereignty of the Self: A Discussion on Body Autonomy and Womanhood.”</b> “I thought of you. You’ve got thoughts, even if you don’t let them out. I can see it in your eyes. There’s fire there, just under the surface.” “I’m not sure what I’d even say. What if I don’t agree with what they say?” “Then that’s worth hearing too. It’s not about agreement. It’s about the truth. And your truth matters.” Her voice drops just slightly on that last word. Yours. You look up and find her watching you — not with pity, but something else. Curiosity? She reaches across the table, brushing her fingers over your hand. You don’t push her hand away. Lisa’s hand slides a little further. Her fingers gently rest on your thigh, a touch that’s too deliberate to be innocent.<<set $past3 += 1>>. [[Steady yourself|lisa_old1]] <<case 6>> “She’s not gone. Just needs a little coaxing back out. Maybe tonight could help.” You swallow hard. The clock ticks loudly. The kettle whistles again, though you’d already poured the water. She leans closer, her face inches from yours. “And if the conversation gets too heavy... we could always slip out early. Walk by the lake.. Talk about lighter things.” You nod, slowly. Your breath catches. “Alright. I’ll come.” She smiles, radiant and just a little mischievous. Her hand leaves your leg slowly, fingers dragging just a bit longer than necessary. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/lisahouse.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> “I’ll wear the red dress. You’ll know me from across the room.” She’s almost to the door when she turns back, her hand resting on the frame. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving the air warmer than it was before. You touch your thigh absentmindedly where her hand had been. You can still feel the shape of her fingers.<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<img src="Images/places/past/pub.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Shackmore</b> Shackmoore smells like old wood and spilled ale. [[Attend the Meeting|meeting_1]] [[Walk to Elmsford|bus_old]]

<<switch $past3>> <<case 13>> <img src="Images/places/past/hall.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> The back room — usually a haven for dart players and small-town drinkers — has been transformed. The low hum of conversation gives the air a charge. Women sit, lean, perch. Some dressed sharp, others in worn sweaters. But every face has a flicker of something—curiosity, restlessness, heat. You slip into a seat near the back, heart jittering like you’ve stepped into something illicit. Lisa stands in the center wearing red, framed by the flickering overhead light and a chalkboard scrawled with drink specials long since irrelevant. Her red dress catches the glow, and the silk pulls against her hips with every subtle move. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/lisabar.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> “Let’s begin. You’re here.” She hugs you. One hand rests on the back of a chair, the other gestures as she begins. The room stills. She doesn’t raise her voice. “I want to talk about ownership. About the stories we’re fed that make us forget we were ever wild. They tell us our bodies are currency. That our value is in how modest we can be, how still we can sit, how softly we can speak. That sex is something done to us, not with us. Not for us.”<<set $past3 += 1>> [[Not us|meeting_1]] <<case 14>> A murmur of recognition. A few nods. Someone scoffs softly — the bitter kind of laugh. Lisa turns back, walking backwards toward her stool in the middle. “They forget. We were made to burn Tell me — when was the last time you wanted something and took it? Not asked. Not waited. Took it.” You stare at your hands. There’s a pulse between your thighs that has nothing to do with shame. “I’m not just talking about sex. Though, God knows, that too. I’m talking about ownership. Over your pleasure. Your voice. Your yes. And your no.” She scans the room. Her eyes find yours. Like she knows you’re unraveling, stitch by careful stitch. “What if we want more than we’re ‘supposed to’? More than straight lines.” “Then you’re awake. Welcome to the club.” <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/shower/past/bathfun2.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> You think of your own fingers. Of that night in the bathroom before your wedding. The mirror fogged. Your legs shaking. And the guilt that came after. She lifts a wine glass. It’s filled with ginger ale. Everyone raises a glass — water, wine, whatever’s at hand. The toast rings out.<<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[To the pub|meeting_1]] <<case 15>> The back room is nearly empty now. Voices have faded into clinks of glassware and murmurs by the bar. You’re still seated, absently thumbing the leaflet Lisa gave you last night. Your pulse hasn’t slowed since the toast. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/lisabar2.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> Lisa walks over, still glowing with that effortless command, but something in her gaze is more private now. Softer. Like the spotlight has narrowed to just the two of you. “You stayed quiet.” “I was listening.” You say. She sets down two drinks. Ginger ale, fizzing gently in mismatched tumblers. “You are good at that. Watching. Absorbing. But I wonder if you ever let yourself feel it all. Or just... file it away for later.” You take a sip. Cool bubbles against your lips. It helps, barely. “Feeling things isn’t the hard part. It’s knowing what to do with them.”Lisa leans in across the table. Her voice lowers. “Then let me help with that.” She reaches into her bag — leather, worn, expensive in the way that whispers instead of shouts. She pulls out something small, discreet, wrapped in a dark velvet pouch. She holds it out, not making a show of it. You glance down. You don’t touch it yet. <<set $past3 += 1>> [[“What’s that?”|meeting_1]] <<case 16>> “Solution. Or... invitation, if that feels less threatening.” <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/vibrator.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You lift the pouch. It’s light. The shape inside is curved — not phallic, not intimidating. Just smooth. Thoughtful. You open it enough to see the name engraved at the base: <b>Verhorn.</b> “Tonight. After Xander goes to bed.” Her eyes don’t waver. You look away. “Use this after. When you’re alone. When the ache is still there. Put it against your softer part, right at the base. Let it guide you back.” Her hand reaches under the table — casual, hidden. She rests it gently on your inner thigh, under your skirt. Her fingers are warm. Confident. They move with maddening slowness, circling just above your knee, tracing the path up. You stiffen, breath hitching. “Someone could see—” <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/evelisa.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> “No one’s looking. And even if they are, I don't care.” Her hand slides higher. Fingertips brushing just barely over the thin barrier of your underwear. She finds the curve of your sex. Doesn’t press, just passes through, like a suggestion. The fabric trembles against your skin. Against memory. Your thoughts flash. The bathroom. Three days before the wedding. Your back against cool tile, legs spread, head tipped back, gasping into your palm. You exhale sharply. Her fingers pause. “I see you." <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/underclit.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You can’t speak. She brushes the edge of your clit, through the fabric, and your thighs part a fraction, involuntarily. Then — she stops. Withdraws her hand. Stands. Straightens her dress like nothing happened. She hugs you and before she gives parting kisses to your neck. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/necklisa.gif" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You sit there, thighs still tingling, heart pounding like you’ve been running. “Lisa…” She doesn’t turn around. Just raises her hand in a lazy wave and disappears out the door. You stay seated. Skirt rumpled. <<set $past3 += 1>><<set $bisexuality_past += 1>><<set $corruption_past += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[Get Out|bus_old]] <<advancePresentTime>> <<advancePastTime>> <<endswitch>><<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<<switch $past3>> <<case 17>> The house is silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock in the kitchen. Xander is asleep beside you, his breath even, like a machine in quiet operation. His back is to you, and you know the shape of his body by heart — the smooth line of his shoulders, the slope of his spine, the way his skin feels like a well-worn fabric. Familiar, but in the way something used is — not new, not thrilling, just there. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/night2.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Your eyes shift to the window, where moonlight filters in, cold and quiet. The night feels both heavy and light, like something waiting to fall. You take in a deep breath and let your hand slip beneath the covers. The heat between your legs still pulses with the memory of earlier. The last two days have been a blur of touches, glances, and longings you can no longer pretend aren’t there. <<set $past3 += 1>> [[Ponder sleeplessly|night_old1]] <<case 18>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/raolbye.png" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> Raol flashes in your mind, unbidden. The way he casased your waist at yuor wedding pulling you close. You don’t think of him like that. You’re married! But you can still feel the heat from the back of your neck, the rush in your veins when he caught your eye, those few seconds when his gaze didn’t flicker away like everyone else’s. And then Lisa. The feeling of her fingers brushing your inner thigh earlier, at the pub, her touch gentle but lingering. The way she leaned in close, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice low, but filled with heat. You can still feel her hand just above your knee, as her words echoed in your mind. "You’ve got fire in your eyes. It’s there. Don’t pretend it’s not." God, why does she see it so clearly when you can’t even admit it to yourself? You shake your head, forcing those thoughts aside. You reach beneath the pillow where you hid the velvet pouch Lisa gave you. Your fingers find it, the cool, smooth fabric comforting in its secrecy. It feels like an object from another world, like something dangerous, decadent in its promise. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/bar/vibrator.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div>. With careful hands, you untie the pouch and pull out the sleek device. Verhorn. It's smooth, polished, almost clinical in its perfection, but you can’t deny the heat it sends through you when you run your fingers over its chrome surface. You pause, then make your decision to go to the spare bedroom. <<set $past3 += 1>><<set $arousal_past += 20>> [[Get out|corridor_old]] <<endswitch>><<set $arousal_past to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_past))>>

<img src="Images/mcpast_home/livingroomold.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Hall</b> [[Watch Televison|tv_old]] [[Corridor|corridor_old]] <<nobr>><<if $intro is 4>> [[Do Chores|chores_old1]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $pastDay is 15 and $pastTimeOfDay is "Morning">> [[Do Chores|chores_old2]] <</if>><</nobr>>

There's a brand new CRT TV. There's an ad for New Coke. [[Switch Off|livingroom_old]] [[Corridor|corridor_old]]

<<if $presentDayIndex is 0 or $presentDayIndex is 2 or $presentDayIndex is 6>>  <img src="Images/Basketball/changing.png" width="550" alt="My Image" /> <b>You change into your jersey and studs.</b> <<nobr>><<switch $practiceDay>> <<case 1>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 1]] <<case 2>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 2]] <<case 3>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 3]] <<case 4>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 4]] <<case 5>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 5]] <<case 6>> [[Go to Practice|Practice Day 6]] <</switch>><</nobr>> <<else>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/nobb.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> There’s no basketball practice today. The gym is quiet, echoing with only your footsteps. <</if>> [[Go back|oceanuni_new]]

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> The court still smells faintly of wet wood and dust. You are in here after months.Just a few guys are on the floor, casually passing and running light drills. Everyone's shaking off the nerves. You step in, grab a ball, and make your way to the free throw line. Your hands are cold. You shoot— <b>Clank!</b> Elijah, standing near the baseline, raises a brow with a half-smile. . Broad-shouldered, solid build, like he’s been through a few hard seasons already. His hair’s a little long for a guy who runs sprints for fun, damp from the humidity, but he doesn't seem to mind. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Rusty?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Eli. No I am fine just not in the mood. I have a sinister headache man. Haven’t touched a ball in days.<</say>> Elijah walks over, starts rebounding for you. He’s calm, steady, like he belongs here. You’re not sure if you do.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>At least we’re lucky the gym’s still here. The New Coach says we got tryouts in a few weeks. Three Months, Tops. You in?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Already? So soon? I thought it isn't for 6 more months.<</say>> A deep sinking feeling sets in your chest. You don't feel at all ready for any kind of tryouts not when you are cutoff from your family. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Yeah. Said he wants a clean slate this semester. No guaranteed spots.<</say>> Elijah passes the ball back with an easy rhythm. He doesn’t rush it. Just catches, steps, and sends it back to you like he’s done it a thousand times before. The ball comes in clean, right at chest height, no spin, no flair — just solid. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>You thinking of trying out?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Maybe. I used to have a shot. But… haven’t played serious in a while.<</say>> <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Everything feels like another lifetime after last night. What was it man? It's so weird that we can't get off the island. I was wishing to see my grandma next week. Coach is looking for conditioning this year. Hard drills. Full-court sprints. He’s not messing around.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, I've heard from Sam last week that he's some big shot from Mainland.<</say>> He looks at you, something earnest in his eyes. The way someone looks at an old friend they’re hoping hasn’t given up yet. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>You were on the team before. You’ve got something. Just don’t lose it.<</say>> You run your hand through your hair, still a little wet from earlier. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I don’t know, man. College debt’s already killing me. I gotta figure out money before I figure out basketball.<</say>> <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>You think a spot on the team won’t help that?. Hell, even cheerleaders get paid.<</say>> You pause, biting the inside of your cheek. You stare at the floor for a second, wondering if saying it out loud will make it less real. He bounces the ball back into your hands. [[Finish Practice|cheerleader_new]] </div> <<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>> <<set $practiceDay += 1>> <<set $arousal_present -= 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> The gym smells sharper today—like disinfectant and sweat. The light filtering through the high windows is still grey. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Half-court lines. Now.<</say>> Coach Harrison doesn’t yell. He’s built like an ex-boxer who traded in his gloves for a clipboard, but his presence alone demands attention. Cropped silver hair. Watchful eyes. A voice like gravel and thunder. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/coachintro.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You jog over with Elijah and the rest. Your shoes squeak on the hardwood. Everything feels slower than it should. You murmur under your breath to Elijah, <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>So that’s the new Coach? He looks like a bodybuilder more than a basketball coach.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Elijah huffs a half-laugh. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>He used to fight middleweight. Left hook broke jaws. Guy once dunked on a kid during a lecture about team effort.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Great. Exactly the kind of man I want watching me fail to finish a sprint.<</say>> Coach Harrison doesn’t waste time. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Three sets. Suicide sprints. I want to see lungs. I want to see legs.<</say>> The team groans softly, but no one dares push back. You line up. Elijah gives you a look—You good?—but you just nod, tightening your jaw. The whistle blows again. You run. By the time you touch the last line and pivot back, you’re alone. Then he walks over, arms crossed. He looks at as if he's going to eat you up. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName, right?<</say>> You nod, panting hard, hands on your knees. He points at your chest. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>You played before?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Couple months back. I took time off.<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>You run like you took time off. Well, here’s the thing. This isn’t a summer rec league. I don’t give out ‘welcome back’ balloons. You want a spot on this team, you earn it. I don’t care what jersey you used to wear. Doesn’t mean anything on my court.<</say>> He blows the whistle again. Elijah slaps your back as you shuffle toward the drills. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Don’t let him get in your head.<</say>> Coach Harrison paces behind the drill line, his voice ringing out. He shifts the clipboard to his other arm. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Go hard or go home. The team doesn’t carry passengers.<</say>> You step up. The ball bounces in your hands. A simple layup. Left step, right step, off the glass. [[After some time|coachcheer]] <<set $practiceDay += 1>><<nobr>><<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>><</nobr>> </div> <<set $arousal_present -= 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> You show up ten minutes early, but Sam’s already there. He’s got that sleek, focused energy—like a panther in warmups. He wakes up early everyday to practice. today the coach might have asked him to practice here. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div tyle="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/practicesam.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Let’s get moving.Footwork drills. Two-ball control..<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>The coach is an asshole don't mind him.<</say>> You grit your teeth and start the drill. Two balls, alternating bounce, left-right-left-right. Sam’s rhythm is crisp. Yours is... shaky. Every time you start syncing up, one of the balls gets away from you. You lunge. Catch. Try to recover. Sam never even looks down. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>See this? This is control. This is discipline..<</say>> Sam offers a sympathetic shrug. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>It takes time..<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Maybe. But time’s what we don’t have. We can't waste time on rookies and they should be where they belong.<</say>> You don’t respond. You just double down. Push harder. Midway through drills, you manage a clean thirty-second stretch. No drops. Clean dribble rhythm. You glance up—Coach is watching someone else. Not you. Then it’s time for shooting drills. Sam nails threes like he’s measuring the arc with a compass. You’re streaky. You hit one, miss two. Hit the rim. Clank. Swish. Clank. Coach’s voice cuts in mid-air.. <img src="Images/Basketball/miss.jpg" width="550" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName!.<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>If you're gassed, say it. If you're not, I need better decisions out there..<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Got it, Coach..<</say>> But your shoulders are already heavy. Practice ends with scrimmage. Sam gets picked early. You’re last. Again. As you’re unlacing your shoes, Coach walks by. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Keep showing up. But showing up isn’t the same as stepping up. We might find a use for you afterall..<</say>> Then he’s gone. You sit there, hands on your knees, staring at the floor. Elijah jogs past, tossing you a bottle of water. <<say "Elijah" "left" "Images/NPC/Elijah/Elijahface.jpg">>Don’t let it eat you..<</say>> But you already feel it—gnawing at the edges of you. [[After some time|coachcheer1]] <<set $practiceDay += 1>> <<set $arousal_present -= 20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> The gym smells like rubber and sweat, a familiar scent that only makes the air feel heavier. Coach Harrison’s whistle pierces through the noise, as sharp and demanding as his expectations. You’re already aching from the warm-ups—your legs are dragging like anchors, every movement slower than it should be. The shooting drill starts, the usual routine—four spots, full sprint between each. You try to steady your breath, but it’s not working. Your body feels heavier than it should. The first free throw. Clank! <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/miss.jpg" width="550" alt="My Image" /></div> The ball doesn’t even come close to the hoop. You hear a low sigh behind you. It’s not loud, but it’s cutting. You don’t need to turn around to know what it means. Half-court attempt—barely reaches the rim. It rattles off, falling short in a way that feels louder than the gym’s noises. You’re not sure if anyone noticed, but it doesn’t matter. Coach Harrison’s voice cuts through the gym, flat and final. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName. Bench.<</say>> You freeze mid-sprint, a wave of heat rising in your chest, your lungs fighting for air. Every part of you wants to push harder, to make it right, but the words hang in the air, too heavy to ignore. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Now.<</say>> Your legs feel like they’re made of lead as you jog off the court, the humiliation settling over you like a thick fog. Each step toward the sideline is like dragging yourself through mud, your heart pounding in your chest, sweat sticking your shirt to your back. Coach doesn’t even look your way now. He’s too busy watching Sam move through his drills, nodding in approval, the air around him thick with the praise you’ll never get. You sit there, heart still pounding, sweat cooling against your skin. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep pretending that it’ll get better, that you’ll somehow find your rhythm again. All you know is that the more you try, the further away it gets. And then— [[Alia Walks up to you|coachcheer3]] <<set $practiceDay += 1>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>>

The gym smells like sweat and freshly polished hardwood. You’re not on the court today — not because you want to be, but because Coach Harrison benched you. Said you needed to “focus on discipline.” Instead, you’re the water boy for the cheerleaders, specifically Team 4. Not the elite squad, not Alia’s team. You clutch the cooler as you approach Cory, the cheer coach. She’s mid-30s, white, and sharp-eyed, clipboard in hand, pacing the sidelines. “Hey,” you say, voice a bit unsure. Cory looks up, sizing you up. “You’re the new water boy, right? I heard Coach Harrison passed you off here.” “Yeah. Guess I’m switching gears,” you say, forcing a smile. She smirks, folding her arms. “Good. Team 4 needs all the help they can get. They’re scrappy but undisciplined. Just like you.” You wince but nod. “I’ll do my best.” “Alright. Here’s the deal,” she says, tapping her clipboard. “Bring water and towels when they take breaks. Stay on your toes. Don’t get in the way.” “Got it.” Practice begins. The girls run through tumbling, cheers, and stunts. You move quickly, handing out water bottles and towels between sets. One girl catches your eye. “Hey, new guy, you ever done this before?” she asks. “Water boy? No. But I’m learning.” She grins. “Well, keep up. This team’s got heart.” Cory yells from the side, “Let’s go, Team 4! Push harder! No slacking!” You see the tired determination on the girls’ faces — not Alia’s polished finesse, but real grit. After an hour, Cory waves you over. “Water bottles?” she asks. “Almost done,” you say, handing one to the captain. “Good. You’re okay at this,” she admits, glancing your way. “Maybe you’re not a total lost cause.” You feel a flicker of pride. The gym’s buzzing energy finally fades as practice ends. The echo of sneakers squeaking and girls chatting in the locker rooms retreats down the hall. You’re busy packing up the last towels into the cooler, wiping sweat from your brow. Then you catch sight of Cory slipping away down a dim hallway behind the locker rooms. Something about her hurried pace, the way she glanced back, sparks your curiosity. Without fully thinking it through, you follow, careful to keep your steps quiet. The narrow corridor is half-lit by flickering fluorescent bulbs, the dull hum of the failing lights mixing with distant echoes. The walls are cracked, paint peeling, and the stale air feels thick, almost suffocating. As you round the corner, your breath catches. Ahead, in the shadowed corner, you see them. Cory and Coach Harrison. She’s pressed against the rough wall, her shirt hitched up, exposing flushed skin slick with sweat. Harrison’s large hands grip her hips firmly, pulling her close. His mouth is buried in her neck, biting and kissing with fierce urgency. The raw heat of their bodies pressed together, the way Cory’s fingers clutch at his shoulders, the quick, ragged breaths—they’re tangled in something too intense, too secret. A soft moan escapes Cory’s lips. You feel your chest tighten, stunned by the intimacy you weren’t meant to witness. Your foot shifts, the floor creaking just slightly beneath your weight. Cory freezes, but Harrison remains lost in the moment, unaware of your presence. Panic spikes through you. You spin on your heel and retreat, heart pounding in your ears, breath shallow and ragged. The light flickers above, casting long, twisted shadows that seem to swallow the hallway whole as you slip away silently, every second stretching painfully. Hours later, back in the gym, you’re refilling water bottles at the sidelines when Cory approaches. She’s holding her clipboard, expression unreadable but her eyes flicker with something — maybe calculation, maybe caution. “Hey,” she says, voice casual but with a hint of something else. You look up, a little wary. She clears her throat and gestures toward your basketball shorts and loose t-shirt. “About your outfit.” You frown slightly. “The girls on Team 4... they don’t really like seeing you in basketball shorts,” she says, leaning in like it’s a delicate confession. “Some of them think it’s distracting.” You blink, caught off guard. “Plus,” she continues, “yoga pants would actually make it easier for you to move around. You’ve got to be quick, keep up with us. Those shorts? They’re just not practical.” You glance down at the baggy shorts, realizing she’s probably right. Running back and forth, carrying water, dodging through formations — yoga pants would definitely be better for mobility. “And, well,” Cory adds, her voice softening, “it’ll help you fit in with the team. The girls appreciate it when everyone’s, you know, on the same page.” You hesitate, feeling the weight of her words. There’s something unspoken in her tone — like this isn’t just about practicality or team unity. Maybe it’s about boundaries, or expectations you haven’t fully understood yet. “Okay,” you say after a beat, swallowing a flicker of awkwardness. “I’ll try it.” She nods, tapping her clipboard with a slight smile. “Good. I’ll have a pair ready for you tomorrow.” As she turns to leave, you catch her glance lingering just a moment too long, as if she’s measuring your reaction. You’re left standing there with a swirl of thoughts — the secret you stumbled on earlier, the strange dynamics of this team, and the uneasy feeling that your place here might be more complicated than just carrying water. <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> By the time you get to the gym, the air inside is humid, thick. You’re already sweating before drills even start. Coach Harrison claps his hands. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Conditioning. No ball. Just you, the court, and your lungs.<</say>> You groan quietly. Suicides. Elijah’s already stretching, earbuds in, nodding to something with too much bass. Coach blows the whistle, and you take off. Half a lap in, your legs start screaming. Elijah’s gliding. Sam too—effortless. You, on the other hand, are working for every inch. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName, you’re dragging.<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Don’t try. Deliver.<</say>> You push harder. You stumble. A whistle blast pierces the court.Everyone stops. Coach points. <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>Everyone, baseline. Thanks to $playerName, we start that set again.<</say>> A few groans, some rolled eyes. Sam’s the only one who walks past you and claps your shoulder. Every shortfall turns into a penalty for the team. By the third set, your shirt is soaked through. Your arms, lacking muscle, look almost like the cheerleaders’—thin, light, unathletic. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/university/wettshirt.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName!<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName!<</say>> <<say "Coach Harrison" "left" "Images/NPC/Harrison/harrison.jpg">>$playerName!<</say>> Like he’s already disappointed before you move. You nod, but inside, you’re not so sure. [[Finish Practice|cheerleader_new]] <<if $uwevent is 0>> [[Sneak into the locker|uw_locker]] <</if>> <<if $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <</if>> <<set $practiceDay += 1>>

<<switch $cheer>> <<case 1>> As you walk across the court, a movement catches your eye as one of the cheerleaders breaks into a high kick, the kind that arcs dangerously above her head. Her skirt flips up completely, and for a second too long, there’s nothing left to the imagination. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/highkick.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> She's wearing panties—barely. Lacy, pink, snug between her ass cheeks. The lighting makes them practically transparent for that moment, and you catch yourself staring. A few of the girls giggle like they knew it would happen. One even claps.<<set $cheer += 1>> <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> [[Done for the day|oceanuni_new]] <<case 2>> From the corner of your eye, two cheerleaders stumble during a lift—awkward at first, until it isn’t. Their bodies press together, hips touching, breasts pushed flat between them. One holds the other for longer than necessary. Their lips hover—so close you wonder if they'll kiss. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/kisscheer.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The girl being held lets out a soft laugh, then whispers something. The other’s eyes darken, her tongue slowly brushing across her own lips. It looks like foreplay. Feels like it, too. You’re half-hard now, your shorts a little too snug. <<set $cheer += 1>> <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> [[Done for the day|oceanuni_new]] <<case 3>> A pyramid forms near the sidelines, and as one girl climbs into position, the girl behind her places a hand on her waist… then slides it down. No mistake about it—her palm ends up on the other’s ass. Not light, not casual. A full, deliberate grab. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/cheer3.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The girl above pauses, wiggles her hips, and the hand lingers. There’s laughter, but the kind that sounds intimate—private. The one grabbing even gives a playful jiggle, making the other squeal. You hear it, feel it. <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<set $cheer += 1>> [[Done for the day|oceanuni_new]] <<case 4>> The cheerleaders align for their final setup of the day as they end the pose a gust of wind blows away one of the cheerleades skirt revealing her plump ass. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/skirty.gif" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<set $cheer += 1>> <<if $uwevent < 1>> [[Sneak into the locker|uw_locker]] <</if>> [[Done for the day|oceanuni_new]] <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/cheer4.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> In the warm glow of the sun a cheerleader basks herself without a top on. Golden light kissed her skin as she laughed, half-shielding herself from view. Around her, the squad erupted in giggles and teasing whistles—half shock, half admiration, all camaraderie. It was a moment suspended between mischief and sunshine, soaked in summer and youth. <<set $cheer += 1>> [[Done for the day|suit]] <<endswitch>>

The gym is quieter now, just the sound of sneakers on hardwood and the hum of distant voices in the locker room. You’re finishing tying your shoes when you see Coach Harrison talking to a cheerleader, a girl you don’t recognize. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/cheer.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You can’t hear their words, but you watch as she stands a little too close to him. His hand rests casually on her waist, and she laughs at something he says. Coach doesn’t pull away, his expression light and relaxed, as if this is an everyday occurrence. She leans in, her fingers brushing his bicep, and you can see the way she looks up at him, a subtle but unmistakable flirtation in her gaze. <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> You shift uncomfortably, pretending to focus on your shoes, but you can’t help stealing glances. You don’t stay to watch the rest. Something about the scene feels wrong, uncomfortable—like you're intruding on something you shouldn't be seeing. [[Finish Practice|cheerleader_new]] <<set $corruption_present += 1>>

Coach Harrison is off to the side, talking to the cheerleader coach, her posture stiff but controlled. The two of them stand near the bleachers, but the way Coach Harrison is nodding, hands crossed, it's clear they’re in the middle of a conversation. Every now and then, her eyes flick toward you. Quick glances, like she’s checking to see if you’re paying attention, or maybe something else. Her gaze doesn’t linger long, but you catch it enough to make you wonder. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/cheer2.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> She looks back to Coach Harrison, says something else, and then her eyes dart toward you again. The briefest of glances, sharp and calculating, before she turns back to Coach Harrison. It feels like a conversation you weren’t meant to hear—something important, something that has you at the center of it, though you can’t quite figure out why. You’re not sure if they’re discussing your performance in practice or something else entirely. [[Finish Practice|cheerleader_new]] <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> <<set $corruption_present += 1>>

<div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/alia/aliafair.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Hey.<</say>> Alia’s voice cuts through the haze of exhaustion. You turn, surprised to see her standing there in her cheer uniform, one hand on her hip, the other casually holding a bottle of water like she’s offering you a lifeline. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You okay?<</say>> You nod, too quickly, as if trying to convince yourself. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You’re not. Coach is just… Coach. He doesn’t notice what doesn’t fit his narrow view.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Guess I don’t fit anywhere these days.<</say>> Alia kneels beside you, her eyes warm and steady—full of a quiet understanding. She presses the water bottle into your hand, her fingers brushing yours for a brief moment. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Then stop trying to be someone you’re not. Work with us instead. The cheer team needs someone to manage water, towels, gear. You’d be right there, close to the court, part of the team.<</say>> You blink, disbelief clouding your thoughts. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You want me to be a water boy?<</say>> She grins, a spark of something playful in her expression. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I want you to breathe. To stop punishing yourself for being you.<</say>> For a long moment, you say nothing. You just stare at the court, watching the others move effortlessly while you feel like you’re constantly falling behind. Finally, your voice is barely a whisper. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Wouldn’t that be giving up? <</say>> Alia’s hand rests gently on your shoulder, her touch steady and reassuring. She kisses you. The kiss is intimate and deep. For the first time in your life you fell like loser. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/kiss.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Or maybe it’s choosing where you still belong. You’ve got heart, $playerName. I see it. You have other important things to do—things that matter. You'll know tonight. I'll see you at the party okay?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah… important things.<</say>> You nod slowly, the weight of her words settling in. It doesn’t feel like giving up. It feels like something else—a chance to stop fighting the current. You look down as the ball bounces out of bounds in front of you, its echo filling the gym. <i>The game goes on.</i> [[Finish Practice|cheerleader_new]]

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<<switch $rina>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <img src="Images/events/Rina/beach.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /> You meet Rina at her beach house. The beach is calm today. The sun has barely risen. You haven't met Rina since 2 weeks. You tried calling her on the night of storm to no avail. But here you are on a morning jog. How fast things get normalized. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/beachhouse.webp" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Ready to run?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Not with you, you are a swiimer, we basketball folks fear your speed.<</say>> You both laugh. The beach is filled with early risers who come here to jog. You watch a few girls pass you by in bikinis. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/beach.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> The air is cool and crisp, and the sound of your footsteps are mulled by the sand on the beach. Rina’s pace is light but steady, effortlessly matching your stride. She’s always been athletic, her toned legs and fit body a testament to her dedication to staying in shape. You glance over at her, noticing the slightly furrowed brows on her otherwise beautiful face. She’s not quite herself today, and you know exactly why — Sam. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Alright, Rina, what’s up with the mood today? You’re acting like you just swallowed a sour lemon.<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>I’m really mad at him.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Why? What did he do now?<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>He fought with some guy yesterday. Right in front of me. Over me. And even after I told him not to. He insists he was just ‘defending my honor’ or whatever... but it’s not like that. It’s not like I need him to fight my battles.<</say>><<set $rina += 1>></div> [[That doesn't sound like Sam|Rina1]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>That doesn’t sound like him, really. Sam’s not the ‘let’s throw punches’ kind of guy. Isn't he more of a sophisticated personality?<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>You'd know better. You live with him. Maybe not, but when it comes to us, he gets all macho. Honestly, I feel like it’s more about him than us. And he knew I didn’t want him to do anything like that. I don’t need some guy beating up people for me. I’m not some fragile little girl.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Sounds like you’re upset that he’s being too protective. But come on, Rina, if it were me, I’d probably go off on anyone who tried to mess with you too.<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">> I’d probably kick your ass if you did. I don’t need you saving me either, you know? I’m capable of taking care of myself.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/rinajog.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> [[Look at the Girls|Rina1]]<<set $rina += 1>></div> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/stretching.jpeg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You catch sight of them — some stretching, others chatting in small groups. Rina notices it too, her eyes flicking to a pair of girls in bikinis. You follow her gaze, briefly ogling one of the girls with a toned figure bending over to stretch. Rina’s lips curl into a teasing smile as she catches your gaze. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/lips-lick.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>I didn’t know you had such a good taste in women. You’re just checking out the same girls I am, aren’t you? I can’t deny they look good. Look at her — she’s got such a great body. Her ass looks near perfect. Yeah, I mean, I’d definitely make a move if she was into girls. Not a bad choice for a Saturday morning jog.<</say>></div><<set $rina += 1>> [[Yeah she's bi|Rina1]] <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Rina’s always been the type to not shy away from her bisexuality. She doesn’t hide who she is, and you’ve always respected that. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You really do have no shame, huh? Not that I’m complaining.<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>No shame, just confidence. Besides, you and Sam can ogle all the girls you want, but you’ve got to admit... some of us have got the best of both worlds.<</say>> You chuckle, nodding as you match her pace. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Alright, alright. So, what’ your verdict on Sam? Still mad at him or...?<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Fine, fine. Maybe I’ll forgive him... but only if he buys me lunch later. And you too, since I’m still mad at you for ogling the same girls I’m into.<</say>> The last stretch of your jog is a quiet one. The rhythm of your feet against the sand, the sound of the waves crashing, it all feels like a world apart from the rest of the chaos in your life. You and Rina slow to a walk as you approach the beach, the wind whipping through your hair and making the salty air feel cooler than it should be for a summer morning.<<set $rina += 1>> [[Rest|Rina1]]<<set $arousal_present += 10>></div> <<case 5>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/sitting.avif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You both sit down on the soft sand, close enough to feel the spray of the ocean but far enough not to get wet. The clouds on the horizon are thick, dark—an incoming storm, but it’s far enough away that you don’t need to worry about it just yet. Rina takes a deep breath and leans back on her hands, staring out at the ocean. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/storm.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>It’s going to be a rough few months, huh? No contact with anyone, no one really knowing what’s going on.<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Yeah... it feels like everything’s slipping away, you know? Like we're stuck in this... this in-between place. Not really here, not really anywhere else either.<</say>> You nod in agreement, glancing at her profile. Rina’s strong features are relaxed now, and for once, the usual teasing edge to her voice isn’t there <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/rinaex.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div></div> [[Look at the storm|Rina1]] <<set $rina += 1>> <<case 6>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/Rina/storm.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You look back toward the storm, your mind drifting as you consider the days ahead. How would you all survive it? How would you survive it alone, with no one to lean on? <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. It’s not just the no-contact thing, it’s... not knowing what’s next. What if we change in ways we can’t even predict? What if... things get too far out of our control?<</say>> Rina lets out a breath, her voice steady but with a quiet undercurrent of uncertainty. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Maybe we won’t change... but then again, maybe that’s the point. Maybe we have to change to survive. Maybe change is part of our lives and we should embrace it.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You ever think about how we’ll... be different after all this? After the time apart? After everything settles?<</say>>. <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>I don’t know... but maybe there’s a part of me that thinks some of us are meant to be something else. Something more... something we haven’t figured out yet.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Guess we’ll find out what we’re made of soon enough.<</say>> It’s in these moments — moments like this one — when you start to realize that change is inevitable. Not just because of the circumstances, but because of what’s happening inside you. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>We’ll figure it out, right?<</say>> <<say "Rina" "left" "Images/NPC/Rina/rinaface.jpg">>Yeah... we will.<</say>> [[End the Jog|beach_new]] <<set $rina += 1>></div> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<set $arousal_present += 10>> <<set $rinaquest += 1>> <<endswitch>>

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<img src="Images/mc/mc_present/computer set_up.avif" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <<nobr>><<if $introquest < 6>> It seems like you can't access the internet. <<elseif $presentTimeOfDay is "Morning" or $presentTimeOfDay is "Evening">> This is not the time. Do something else. <<elseif $presentTimeOfDay is "Night">> [[Internet Archives|archive_new]] <</if>><</nobr>> [[Log off|room_new]]

<<if $arousal_present is 0>> <span id="mastInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Watch Porn">><<replace "#mastInfo">>Stop it. You should jerk when your arousal is high. Otherwise you'll get addicted —<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <<else>> [[Watch Porn|porn_new]] <</if>> [[Log off|room_new]]

[[Straight Porn]] [[Lesbian Porn]] <<if $mbs > 3>>[[BBC Porn]]<</if>> [[Log off|room_new]]

<<set $randomScene to either(0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)>> <<set _dreams to [ { img: "dreamlily", ext: "jpg", text: "Lily teases you in her short skirt." }, { img: "aliajuliedream", ext: "jpg", text: "Alia sleeps on Julie's lap as she calls you." }, { img: "aliadream", ext: "gif", text: "Alia exposes herself in Public." }, { img: "nodream", ext: "jpg", text: "You have a hunky-dory sleep with no dreams." }, { img: "reydream", ext: "gif", text: "Ms Reynolds sucks you off looking through you with her captivating eyes." }, { img: "stroke", ext: "gif", text: "Someone strokes your cock. Raising the heat in your body." }, { img: "dream3", ext: "gif", text: "A woman licks your shaft." } ] >> <<set _scene to _dreams[$randomScene]>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/dreams/" + _scene.img + "." + _scene.ext>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;">'>> <p><<= _scene.text >></p> [[Wake Up|room_new]] <<set $arousal_present +=20>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<set $menwork += 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You step inside and the air shifts. She’s behind the desk, glancing through something on a tablet, one hand lazily curled around a pale ceramic coffee cup. She’s tall—elegant in a way that feels dangerous. Her blouse is purple-colored silk, the top four buttons left undone. The fabric clings lightly to her body, her ample cleavage is on display. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/bossintro.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> She moves just slightly—crosses one leg over the other—and the hem of the skirt tugs higher along her thighs. She doesn’t adjust it. Doesn’t need to. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You’re in from Leo's? He said you wanted something from me?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>My manager said you might have an opening.<</say>> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You’re a boy. Why would I let you work here?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I need the job. And I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ll do whatever it takes.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> She steps out from behind the desk now. Her heels click softly with each step. One leg moves in front of the other like she’s on a runway, slow and deliberate. She circles once, letting you feel the weight of her presence—not in a rush. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/bossdesk.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Have you ever folded lace without creasing it?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>No.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Ever steamed satin?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>No.<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Dealt with a crying woman who snapped a stiletto heel fifteen minutes before her gala?<</say>> You shake your head. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Not yet. But I learn fast.<</say>> She circles back to the desk, one hip sliding onto the edge. Her blouse shifts with her movement—silk rippling, the subtle swell of her cleavage catching the light. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Fine. But you won’t be on the floor. Not yet.<</say>> You listen, jaw tight. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Stockroom. Dressing room cleanup. Steam duty. One hundred dollars per shift. That’s final.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Only a hundred?<</say>> Her eyes narrow slightly. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You want more? Prove it. Earn it.<</say>> She leans back on her hands now, chest subtly pushed forward, her posture relaxed but in control. Her lips part slightly before curling into a slow, loaded smile. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Maybe one day… You’ll sit there. Five grand a week. Full control. But you’ll have to transform. Not just your skills. Your attitude.. Your presentation.<</say>> You blink. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>What’s the catch?<</say>></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>This place doesn’t just sell clothes. It sells fantasy. You want to be here, you become part of that fantasy. All of it.<</say>> You pause. You need to think about the implications of working in a situation like this. The atmosphere, the expectations, the weight of how everything here seems to hum with precision and performance. What if something happens that crosses a line? What if you're asked to do something you’re not comfortable with? What then? <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Nothing will happen here against your will. You’ll adapt only as far as you allow yourself to. But if you choose to stay... you’ll be expected to mean it.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Can I think about it?<</say>> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You have until Saturday. Also you should address me as Madam Rachel.<</say>> She crosses her legs again, smooth and slow, like the conversation never happened. [[End Shift|mall_new]] <<set $money_present += 200>> </div> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<h3>Buy Women's Clothing:</h3> <p>You have $<<print $money_present>>.</p> <<nobr>> <<set _ownedItems to $wardrobePresent.list>> <</nobr>> <<for _itemName range $womenssection.list>> <<capture _itemName>> <<set _item = $itemDataPresent[_itemName]>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/presentwear/" + _item.img + ".jpg">> <div style="margin-bottom: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 10px; display: inline-block;"> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" width="100">'>> <b><<= _itemName >></b> <small><<= _item.description >></small> <b>Price:</b> $<<= _item.price >> <<if _ownedItems.includes(_itemName)>> <i>You already own this.</i> <<elseif $money_present >= _item.price>> <<link "Buy this for $" + _item.price>> <<set $money_present -= _item.price>> <<pickup $wardrobePresent _itemName 1>> <<goto "womenbuy_new">> <</link>> <<else>> <i style="color: white;">Not enough money.</i> <</if>> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> [[Get Out|mall_new]]

[[Exit|beach_new]]

<<set $randomBeach to either(0, 1, 2, 3, 4)>> <<set _beach to [ { img: "bencounter", ext: "jpg", text: "You go to the refreshment counter. A girl is ahead of you taking her order." }, { img: "bencounter1", ext: "jpg", text: "You walk towards water when a girl in bikini smiles at you." }, { img: "beach3", ext: "gif", text: "You are mesmerized by the girl walking towards you." }, { img: "bounce", ext: "gif", text: "You fail to notice the amazing patterns on her bikini..." }, { img: "beachgirl3", ext: "gif", text: "A girl runs with no support." } ]>> <<set _scene to _beach[$randomBeach]>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/places/present/coastview/beach/" + _scene.img + "." + _scene.ext>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;">'>> <p><<= _scene.text >></p> [[Exit|beach_new]] <<set $beachday to true>> <<set $arousal_present += 10>>

<<switch $uwlocker>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/court.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> The gym is a whirlwind of movement. The sounds of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, the ball bouncing, and the shouts of the players fill the air. You keep your eyes on the court for a moment, watching as the team practices, trying to ignore the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You know this is the perfect time. The coach is busy giving instructions, and everyone else is caught up in their own world. No one will notice if you slip away for just a minute. You walk quickly to the hallway that leads to the Girls' locker room. <<set $uwlocker += 1>> [[Enter the Girls' locker room|uw_locker]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/girlslocker.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Your pulse quickens, and your breath hitches slightly as you push open the door. The room is quiet, aside from the occasional shuffle of shoes or the hum of the overhead lights. You move swiftly, eyes scanning the benches and lockers. Laughter echoes through the steam. You freeze. Just beyond the dividing wall, the cheerleaders are already showering—voices playful, bodies glistening under the spray. You crouch low, heart pounding, peeking through a narrow gap. Water streams down toned backs, over bouncing breasts, over easy, confident smiles. One tilts her head back, rinsing shampoo, oblivious. Another stretches, arching slightly, muscles flexing.<<pickup $wardrobePresent "Blue Boy Shorts" 1>><<pickup $bag "Blue Boy Shorts" 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Basketball/BlueBoyShorts.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> You spot a Blue BoyShorts on the floor close to a nearby bench. Your hand moves before your mind catches up. You snatch them, tuck them into your bag, and slip out as quietly as you came—pulse racing, breath shaky, heat buzzing under your skin.. You move quietly, exiting the locker room the same way you came, your pulse still thumping in your chest.<<set $uwevent += 1>><<set $uwlocker += 1>> [[Done for the day|oceanuni_new]] <<endswitch>>

<<switch $uwstore>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/underwear/aisle.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> The cool air seems to heighten the buzz of your nervous energy as you make your way toward the lingerie aisle. Your heart races as you scan the shelves. You’ve never bought something like this before. Something so... deliberate. This is the moment—this is it. You stop in front of a pair of white boyshorts, their lace trim delicate against the smooth fabric. They stand out against the rows of more utilitarian items, almost as if they’re calling your name. You hesitate, fingers brushing the edge of the fabric, your mind swirling with the oddness of it all. But there’s something about them—the softness, the way the lace catches the light—that draws you in. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/underwear/whiteboyshorts.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You glance around nervously, hoping no one notices. The aisle is quiet, but your skin prickles with the weight of being seen. With a shaky breath, you grab the boyshorts and slip them into your basket, trying to act casual as your hands tremble.<<set $uwstore += 1>> [[Turn Around|uw_store]] <<case 2>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/uwmanager.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You turn to head toward the counter, each step heavier than the last. Samantha looks up just as you approach. She’s folding a shirt, but her gaze lingers on your basket, sharp and knowing. There’s a moment of silence, and then she meets your eyes with an almost knowing smile. <<say "Store Manager" "left" "Images/NPC/manager.jpg">>A Gift? Perhaps. Don't you work in the backroom. I've seen you around. Is this from Miss Rachel?<</say>> Her voice cool, but with an unmistakable curiosity behind it. You swallow, feeling your face flush. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, uh… It is<</say>> You manage, trying to sound casual, but you can’t ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. A female customer passes you by and you get a little embarressed. She look at you seeing the embarressement in your eyes. <<say "Store Manager" "left" "Images/NPC/manager.jpg">>A Gift, it is then! Maybe for a special someone? I can help you find the right size. Just in case, I’ll take a guess at the size.<</say>> As she looks to your waist, there’s a certain knowing in the way her eyes linger on the boyshorts. She kneels down in front of you and takes a deep look at your crotch. She takes a measuring tape, she lifts your tshirt brushing her hand against your stomach and rolls it around your waist, her fingers brushing your crotch. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/underwear/measure.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div><<set $uwstore += 1>> [[Check Out|uw_store]] <<case 3>> She moves to a different aisle and picks out another size of white boyshorts. Without a word, she heads to the register, her movements efficient but unhurried. As she begins to pack the item, her fingers glide over the register keys—precise, practiced. The soft beep of the scanner breaks the silence as the barcode is read, and she barely glances up, already reaching for the next step. The transaction drags, stretched thin by silence and something unspoken. You hand over the cash—$90—light between your fingers, but heavy in meaning. It leaves your hand too easily, yet something in you clenches. You mumble a hurried thanks as you take the bag, eyes fixed anywhere but hers. She watches you leave. The soft click of the register fades behind you, but her smile lingers—warm, unreadable—as you step out into the open air. <<set $uwevent += 1>> <<set $uwstore += 1>><<pickup $wardrobePresent "White Boy Shorts" 1>> <<set $money_present -= 90>> [[Go back|mall_new]] <<endswitch>>

<<switch $uwlily>> <<case 1>> You watch Lily walking away from the store. Her skirt flutters with each step a she walks towards her car. light and teasing, revealing glimpses of toned legs and the casual confidence she wears like perfume. The heat of the day has mellowed, and a warm breeze carries the scent of salt and sugar through the narrow boardwalk street. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/out.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Hey, I though you left already. Are you stalking me? I've never had a stalker. This is so exiciting.<</say>> Her jokes never made you laugh. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Hey, Uhh.. Do you have a pair of boyshorts I can borrow?<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>What kind of weird question is that? Are you serious?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. I need them for work. Long story. Can you please help me out? Please. Please, plewwease<</say>> Her eyes search your face for a beat longer, and then—perhaps because it’s you, or perhaps just for the story—she grins. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Let's take a walk on the beach.<</say>> <<link "Beach">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "uw_lily">> <</link>> <<case 2>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/beachwalk.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> The two of you stroll down the noen drenched boardwalk and eventually step into a cozy little beachside bar with thatch overhangs and reggae playing from battered speakers. Lily leans casually against a driftwood pillar, watching you with that trademark smirk. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Fine. I'll bite. I'll help you. Get me a Sex on the Beach and a Blowjob with extra Special cream for yourself.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>What!<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/bite.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>The drinks dingus. I don't actually want you to blow someone for it, not for now atleast.<</say>> You nod, relieved and half-dreading whatever she has in mind. You make your way to the counter, brushing sand off your sneakers. <<link "Beach">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "Bar">> <</link>> <<case 5>> <<if $bag.hasAll("Sex on the Beach", "Blowjob")>> You carry the drinks back, placing it gently in Lily’s hand. You hand over Sex on the beach to her and keep the Blowjob with you. She takes a long sip, eyes on you the whole time, the straw bobbing between her lips. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilydrink.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> You bring the brim of the glass to your face and you can't escape the unmistable strong scent. It almost smells like something you have already and you don't want to admit it. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Come on, drink up.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lips.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You want the underwear and if this is the way then so be it. You swallow your pride and along with it the Blowjob. It has pungent aftertaste. Nothing like anything you have tasted before but weirdly it's not that bad. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>How does it taste?<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/swallow.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Actually, not terrible, it tastes nutty and swimmy as if it's trying to reach for my throat and it is creamy.<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You are full of surprises, aren't you. Okay, I’m impressed. You do know how to treat a lady and yourself. I am sure you'll taste it much more in the future.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Is now the part where you hand over your underwear?<</say>> She laughs, loud enough to draw a glance or two from nearby tables. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Not here. Let’s walk. Somewhere quieter.<</say>> <<link "Tree Covers">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "uw_lily">><<drop $bag "Sex on the Beach" 1>><<drop $bag "Blowjob" 1>> <</link>> <</if>> <<case 6>> A few minutes later, the boardwalk gives way to a stretch of sand and sparse thickets—palm trees swaying gently, cicadas humming somewhere in the distance. When you’re finally far enough from the crowds, Lily stops near a bend in the path shaded by a fan of overhanging leaves. She turns to face you, sipping the last of her drink, then tossing the empty cup into a nearby bin. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Alright. You need my boyshorts, huh? Gotta admit, I’m dying to know what this is about.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I told you… it’s a work thing.<</say>> She studies you for a moment longer and then turns around and walks a bit away towards the tree. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Fine, fine. No pressure.<</say>> Then, just like that, she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and cocks her head at you. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>You sure you’re ready for this?<</say>> <<link "You nod, throat dry.">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "uw_lily">> <</link>> <<case 7>><<set $arousal_present += 20>><<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> With deliberate slowness, she begins to slide the waistband of her boyshorts down her hips. The skirt rises slightly as she bends, giving you a fleeting but unmistakable view—soft skin, the curve of her ass, and just a glimpse of pink between her thighs. You freeze, the image seared into your memory. She adjusts the denim skirt higher on her hips, now going without. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/pantydrop.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Here you go, champ.<</say>> She holds the black boy shorts out toward you—still warm, soft, with the faint scent of her perfume clinging to the fabric. <<pickup $wardrobePresent "Black Boy Shorts" 1>><<pickup $bag "Black Boy Shorts" 1>> You reach for them, but she pulls them back at the last second, eyes gleaming. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I have a request or a condition or whatever you want to call it.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">><<link "Condition?">><<set $uwlily += 1>><<goto "uw_lily">><</link>><</say>> <<case 8>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I want proof. A photo of you wearing them. Otherwise, you give them back. And after what I just did? That’s the least you owe me.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Why did you assume I asked it for myself.<</say>> <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>I see through you. I can see your mind through your eyes and I wonder if I see the future you want. I am here for you and the picture will help you denounce your doubts if you have any. Come in. Do it for me.<</say>> You stare at her, heart pounding. The boyshorts are now firmly in her grip, dangling just out of reach. Her tone softens, but that mischievous grin lingers. <<say "Lily" "left" "Images/NPC/Lily/lilyface.jpg">>Your choice. No pressure. I just want you to know you're brave enough.<</say>> Then, with a wink, she finally presses the lace and cotton bundle into your hand and turns away, sauntering down the path. Her hips sway with each step, hair catching the fading sunlight like strands of fire. You walk back to her car and she take a final look at you <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/lilycar.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> <<link "Beach">> <<set $uwlily += 1>><<set $uwevent += 1>> <<goto "beach_new">> <</link>><<endswitch>>

<<switch $womanwork>> <<case 4>> Madam Rachel stands near the back office. She doesn’t bother with a greeting—just flicks her gaze toward you, cool and assessing. Her ample breasts protruding. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/shift2intro.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Turn around and show me. Pull down your pants.<</say>> Her voice is sharp, unbothered. You hesitate. She looks at you with an instant dejection. Her gaze prompts you into action. You immediately undress feeling the tightness of the boyshorts around your hips as you move. Every shift, every step, reminds you. Madam Rachel steps closer. You hear the soft click of her heels as she circles you slowly, sizing up prey. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/panties.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> For a moment, her hand lightly taps your hip—just a faint pressure, almost absent-minded, but it sends a jolt through you. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You wore it<</say>> She murmurs, almost to herself. She stops in front of you, folding her arms. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>You’d be surprised how many people fold right here. Claim they're ready, claim they’re willing... then choke the moment it requires actual follow-through. It’s never about the clothing. It’s about discipline. A willingness to be true yourself and you work.<</say>> You swallow hard, heat creeping up the back of your neck. She leans closer, her breath brushing your ear. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>And you're doing very well so far. As you promised you will be paid $120 today. <</say>> You don't know whether to feel proud or turned on. She straightens, jots something briskly onto her clipboard, and gives you a final unreadable glance. <<say "Rachel" "left" "Images/NPC/Leo/deebossface.jpg">>Carry on.<</say>> She's already turning away. <<set $womanwork += 1>> <<link "Start Shift">> <<goto "Shift_2">> <</link>> <<case 5>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/steam.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Hours later, in the stockroom, you’re surrounded by steam and the scent of fresh fabric. You’re alone, left to organize and steam the new arrivals—delicate dresses, soft skirts, tiny tops that seem impossibly small. The mirror used for customer fittings stands tall in the corner. You don’t mean to look. But you catch a glimpse of yourself. You hesitate, then glance around to make sure you're alone. Slowly, you lift your shirt. The waistband of the boyshorts peeks out—against your skin, the lace trim delicate and unmistakably feminine. You tug your pants down a little further, revealing more. The boyshorts hug your hips snugly, giving a slight curve to your silhouette that wasn't there before. You tilt your hip experimentally, watching the way the fabric moves with you. You look... different. Softer. Almost beautiful, in a way that twists something strange and sweet inside you. You tug the underwear down and look at your ass. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/women/pantieslook.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> A flush rises to your cheeks. You jerk your pants back up, breathing faster. You quickly turn back to the steaming machine, forcing yourself to focus—but the image stays with you, lingering in the back of your mind like a secret you’re not ready to unpack.<<set $arousal_present += 60>> <<set $womanwork += 1>> <<set $money_present += 120>> [[End Shift|mall_new]] <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<endswitch>>

This is not the time to practice violin. [[Set down the violin|livingroom_new]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/noclub.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <<if $violin !== 0>> The Club is still recovering from the storm. Hope they open soon for the public. For now, they seem to rent the place to the local orchestra that Julie is a part of. Maybe you should check back on another Friday morning. <<else>> The club hasn't opened yet. <</if>> [[Exit|downtown_new]]

You sit on the edge of your bed, trying to collect your thoughts. Everything’s changed so fast. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/stress.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You moved to OceanView hoping for a fresh start—a better life. Getting into OceanView University felt like the beginning of something new, something real. You even joined the basketball team, wanting to make connections, feel part of something. But then came the injury. Just a friendly match, they said. But you hadn't anticipated how that cold break your resolve. You became a bit slow. You glance at your phone. No signal. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/mc/mc_present/phone.webp" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> The storm’s knocked out all communication. It’s been that way since yesterday, and there’s still no sign of it returning. You hold the phone a little longer, waiting for something. Anything. But it stays silent. Just like the world outside. The Mayor's voice echoes in your memory—talk of contingency plans, of reaching out to loved ones. You should probably call your parents from Frieda’s like Sam suggested, just to let them know you’re safe. If they’re even able to pick up. <b>Then there's the dream.</b> You can’t shake it. Vivid faces, strange sensations, voices you almost recognized. Who were they? What did it mean? You blink, trying to push the images aside, but they linger like mist—shifting, shapeless, familiar. You glance at the time. It’s later than you thought. You should shower, clear your head, and get ready. Classes might still be running at the University as the Mayor said. You should also practice basketball for a bit today. It's been a while since you went for practice. Plus the cheerleaders are fun to be around. [[Prepare to go to University|bathroom_new]]

Honey, Not the time to sleep. [[Get out of Bed|bedroom_old]]

<img src="Images/places/past/raolhome.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Raol's House</b> [[Go back|neighbourhood_old]]

<img src="Images/places/past/lisahome.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>Lisa's House</b> [[Go back|neighbourhood_old]]

<img src="Images/places/past/williamhome.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> <b>William's House</b> [[Go back|neighbourhood_old]]

<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/wedding/lawnalone.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The guests are scattered in on the lawn eating refreshments as you and Alexander pass through them. <ul> <li> <<if $visitedRaol is 0>> [[Meet the gentleman with a cane|raol_old]] <<else>> <span class="disabled-link">✔ Met the gentleman with a cane</span> <</if>> </li> <li><<if $visitedLisa is 0>>[[Meet the Cheery woman|lisa_old]]<<else>><span class="disabled-link">✔ Met the cheery woman</span><</if>> </li> <li><<if $visitedWilliam is 0>>[[Meet the older man|william_old]] <<else>><span class="disabled-link">✔ Met the older man</span><</if>> </li> </ul> <<if $visitedRaol and $visitedLisa and $visitedWilliam>> The wedding is over and you can't wait to head home in anticipation. For tonight is the night. <<set $pastwedq to 7>> <<advancePresentTime>><<advancePastTime>> <<link "The night awaits">> <<goto "Wedding Night">> <</link>> <</if>>

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/tour.avif" width="600" alt="My Image" /> Rows of people mostly tourists are trying to leave the island. The Theseus Black Rock 815 is under repairs and docked on the shore. [[Try to get out|offisland]]

<img src="Images/places/present/coastview/storm.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /> You can't leave the island. There's a big fucking storm around that will swallow you. Go back to your life here for now. Maybe you'll get a chance to leave <b>some other way.</b> [[Go Back|beach_new]]

Cover yourself. [[Go back|bedroom_old]]

<<switch $swim>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/swim/light.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The water was warm, shallow, and quiet this far from shore — just enough movement to rock your body into a trance. Salt clung to your skin like silk, and the sun lit everything in gold. You dove under, hoping to cool your thoughts, your body. The storm is far away today, curled on the horizon like a bruised cloud, growling in the distance. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/swim/swim2.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> Here, though, the beach is alive — couples drifting lazily in the shallows, friends with waterproof speakers trying to match the rhythm of the waves. You plan to take a swim. The peace and serenity of the cold water takes over you. You drift, chest-deep in the surf, when you notice him. He's still — mouth open, brows furrowed in concentration or pleasure, you couldn’t tell which. Then you catch the subtle twitch of his hips, the way his hand briefly strokes the back of something beneath the surface. <<set $swim += 1>> [[Curious, you ducked under.|swimisland]]</div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/events/swim/blow1.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> And there she was — her body half-kneeling on the sea floor, hair flowing with the current, eyes fixed up at him. Her lips moved along his length with a smooth, steady rhythm. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/events/swim/blow2.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> Bubbles drifted up from her nose. Her hands gripped his thighs to keep balance as the water swayed around them. He let out a soft, choked sound above the waves — you could hear it even from down here, muffled by the ocean. Your chest tightened. Arousal stirred — not from the act alone, but from how calm, how intimate it all was. Like they were alone in the world. You come up for air just as his body jolted. A faint gasp escapes him. A soft ripple spread through the water. And then — a strand of his cum, lands on your palm <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/swim/chin2.webp" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You flinch. It's warm. Slick. Unmistakable. Semen. Your breath catches. You weren't to feel it. You should be disgusted but you aren't. You dive back down just to wash it off your hands through the water, slow, almost teasing, you see the girl looking at you while playing with is cock. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/events/swim/blow4.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> You quickly pounce out and away from the water. <<set $swim += 1>> [[End the day|beach_new]] </div> <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<endswitch>>

<<set $randomBusScene to either(0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)>> <<set _busScenes to [ { img: "busquiet", ext: "jpg", text: "You rest your head against the window, the road humming softly beneath you." }, { img: "busflirty", ext: "gif", text: "A girl across the aisle catches your eye, smiling before turning away." }, { img: "busrain", ext: "jpg", text: "Rain patters against the glass, and you get lost in its rhythm." }, { img: "buscrush", ext: "jpg", text: "Your crush boards the bus, sitting just two rows ahead. Your heart skips a beat." }, { img: "bussleep", ext: "gif", text: "You slowly drift to sleep, the bus's vibrations rocking you gently." }, { img: "buscrowd", ext: "jpg", text: "The bus is packed today. You stand near the door, barely able to breathe." } ] >> <<set _busScene to _busScenes[$randomBusScene]>> <<set _imgPath to "Images/bus/" + _busScene.img + "." + _busScene.ext>> <<print '<img src="' + _imgPath + '" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;">'>> <p><<= _busScene.text >></p>

<<switch $fulciquest>> <<case 0>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> and your heart sinks. There are almost 40 people there. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Lily/line.avif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You walk over and take your place at the end. The couple ahead of you seems normal at first — mid-twenties, matching windbreakers. Tourists, maybe? Or maybe just that annoying breed of couples who dress alike on purpose. You clear your throat and tap the guy lightly on the shoulder. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Hey, uh… do you know how long the line’s been moving? Just trying to figure out if I should grab a chair or grow a beard.<</say>> He turns halfway toward you, barely sparing a glance. His face is flushed, and his smile is… off. <<say "Guy">>Haven’t been here long. It’s slow though.<</say>> Then he turns back to his partner ahead oh him. She is wearing a plaid skirt. That’s when you notice. [[His hands!|homecall]]</div> <<set $fulciquest += 1>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/events/homecall/upskirt2.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> Inside. Her. Skirt! Moving in and out. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She bites down on her bottom lip, hard, shivering against him. A stifled moan escapes her mouth like steam from a kettle. Your eyes snap forward. Then down. Then up at the sky. Anywhere. Anywhere else. Nope. We’re not doing this. Not watching this. Not reacting to this. You take a half step back, pretending to check your phone like it actually works. It doesn’t. Why do these things happen only to me? You cough and take a step back. No good. You’re still in earshot. He whispers something in her ear, and she lets out a shaky little whimper that sends a jolt of secondhand embarrassment straight down your spine. This line better move fast. Or I swear to god, I’ll shove a condom in their hands and tell them to find a bush like normal people. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/homecall/lip bite.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You can see her bite her lip. Hard. Like she’s trying to anchor herself—trying not to cry out. But her hips betray her, bucking once, then again, pushing herself shamelessly into his palm. Her thighs quiver, and her calves strain in her boots as the pleasure drags her forward. A wave passes through her, a visible ripple that starts at her toes and crashes through her spine. <div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/events/homecall/upskirt3.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> She comes. Quiet but intense, clutching his coat like it’s the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Her knees nearly give out as she rides it out in silence, barely holding herself upright.<<set $fulciquest += 1>> [[You Cough|homecall]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk">And then—just like that—she straightens. Adjusts her skirt. He pulls his hand free, calm as anything, and wipes it against his jeans with practiced ease. The line moves forward. You do too. But your heart’s thudding like you just ran a mile. And for some reason, you're the one blushing. Behind you, someone chuckles — You turn around to see a middle aged man in a suit. He seems professional. But like someone who works for the governement. <<say "Man Behind You">>Ah, young love. Gotta admire the spirit, huh?<</say>> You don’t respond. You just cross your arms, stare at a spot on the wall, and pray to every god in every religion that your turn comes before she moans loud enough to be heard two blocks away. <<set $fulciquest += 1>> <<set $arousal_present += 30>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>> [[The line moves ahead|homecall]] </div> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/places/present/coastview/Mall/payphone.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You quickly dial your home number. <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">>$playerName?! Oh my god—is that you? Are you alright?<</say>> You try to imagine her face. She looke so beautifful the day they has dropped you off here. That day on the beach was the best day of your life. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, it’s me. I’m okay. I’m safe.<</say>> <<say "Father" "left" "Images/events/homecall/dad.webp">>We’ve been trying for 6 hours. The line kept dropping. Authorities said the network’s overloaded. Feels like we’re calling through soup.<</say>> <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">>We’ve been so worried. They said there was a storm that sealed off the island. We didn’t know what to believe.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>It’s true. Feels like we’re floating in a bottle... But we’re okay. I’m okay.<</say>> <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">>Are you eating? Do you have money?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah, I’ve got a job. They’re keeping us on. Supposed to last until I finish the degree. I’ll make it work.<</say>> </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Father" "left" "Images/events/homecall/dad.webp">>We’re… sorry, son. That we can’t get to you. That we can’t help more.<</say>> <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">>We’ll try to send you something. Money, I mean. Whatever we can scrape together. The bank said the tariff might be ridiculous—even double. But we’ll try.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Don’t. I mean… you don’t have to. I’m fine. Seriously.<</say>> You’d rather eat canned soup and shower at school than take money that could be used for your Dad's meds. They need it more than you do. Sam can live off his trust fund. You can’t. But you won’t drag them into this storm with you. <<say "Father" "left" "Images/events/homecall/dad.webp">>You’re sure?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I’m sure. You’ve done enough. Just knowing you tried… It helps.<</say>> <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">> (tearfully) You always act so grown-up. I still remember the boy who cried over broken Lego pieces.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>To be fair, I built that spaceship for three days straight.<</say>> <<say "Father" "left" "Images/events/homecall/dad.webp">>We’ll keep calling whenever we can. You do the same, alright?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. I will <</say>> If the lines stay open. If the storm doesn’t get worse. If you don’t lose your mind here. <<say "Mother" "left" "Images/events/homecall/mom.jpg">>We love you.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Love you too. <</say>><<set $homecall += 1>> —The line cuts with a pop, like the air itself swallowed the call. You stare at the now-silent receiver, the world outside the store feeling a little heavier. A little quieter. <<set $fulciquest += 1>> <<set $phoneCallToday to true>> [[Back to Store|Store]] </div> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $arousal_present>> <<case 100>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/officep.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>You watch a salacious office romance</p> <<case 1>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/vix.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>it's an intimate porn scene.</p> <</switch>> <<default>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1, 2)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bent.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The girl wriths as she's fucked from behind.</p> <<case 1>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/mission2.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>Her tits bounce as she is fucked.</p> <<case 2>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/porno2.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>She is penetratred from behind..</p> <</switch>> <</switch>> <<link "Masturbate">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> [[Log off|room_new]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<if $arousal_present < 100>> <<set $arousal_present += 5>> [[Turn off|room_new]] <</if>>

<<switch $arousal_present>> <<case 100>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/les1.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>Two girls go at it with passion.</p> <<case 1>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/les2.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>It's an intimate porn scene.</p> <</switch>> <<default>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1, 2)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/les3.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The contrast looks surreal.</p> <<case 1>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/les4.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The way the girl squrims clutching the bed gets to you.</p> <<case 2>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/trib1.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The girls mix their juices together.</p> <</switch>> <</switch>> <<link "Masturbate">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> [[Log off|room_new]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<if $arousal_present < 100>> <<set $arousal_present += 5>> [[Turn off|room_new]] <</if>>

<<switch $sam>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/violin.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You draw the bow across the strings, coaxing a slow, melancholic note from the violin. The sound lingers in the air, like breath on a windowpane. Tonight, you're practicing an excerpt from Wagner’s "Wesendonck Lieder"—the fifth one, "Träume." You try to stay with it—inside the discipline of your practice, the tempo, the flow—but your concentration is brittle tonight. Then you hear it. The front door opens with a familiar creak. You pause mid-stroke, the bow hovering like a held breath. Voices follow—one low and murmuring, the other unmistakably Julie's. Bright, teasing, too confident for someone trying to be quiet. She giggles! You set the bow down gently across your lap. As Träume hums in your mind. You can’t see them, but you picture it clearly. </div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/intimate.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Her lacy white bra. Her short skirt swaying with each step. Her lipstick slightly smudged from the ride over, maybe. They go into Sam's room unbeknowst to your presnece in the livingroom. You hear the soft thud of Sam’s door closing. <<set $sam += 1>> [[Shift in your seat|Sam_2]] <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Haha.<</say>> Then a laugh. Julie's again. Slightly muffled by the wall but unmistakably giddy, like she’s trying to suppress how turned on she already is. Julie gasps. It’s soft, but real. You imagine Sam’s mouth on her neck, his hands under her top. The way she probably arches into him. You’ve seen them flirt at parties. You’ve seen how she looks at him—like she knows she’s won something. Then a sound like a zipper, fabric rustling. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/unbuckle.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>AHHHH!<</say>> Julie moans —louder this time, sharp and rising, the kind that comes when someone forgets to hold back. You flinch slightly, as if her pleasure passed through you like a current. Your hand twitches on your thigh. The edge of the chair presses between your legs. Your breathing’s changed and you’re aware of it—how shallow it is. How needy. <<set $sam += 1>> [[You give in|Sam_2]] </div> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You let your hand slide slowly across your thigh, fingers tracing heat beneath your clothes. Your other hand falls to your side. The violin slips from your lap onto the sofa without a sound as you listen to them kiss. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/kisssam.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You sit there in the warm quiet of the livingroom, while next door—Sam and Julie are losing themselves in each other. The rhythm quickens. Julie gasps again—this time it's almost a cry, sharp and raw. Your fingers slip beneath your waistband.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Oh God! Yes!<</say>> You bite your lip. A soft moan escapes before you can stop it. You press your fingers more firmly against yourself, slick and aching now. You feel yourself throbbing in time with the bed hitting the wall. Julie cries out his name. Sam groans back. The rhythm builds. You move with them now, fingers tracing circles, back arching slightly in the chair. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>SAMMMM! AHH!<</say>> You rub harder now, faster. Everything is tightening. Your thighs tense around your hand. Julie’s voice breaks—sharp, near sobbing with how good it sounds. Her orgasm. You fall over the edge a heartbeat later. <<set $sam += 1>> [[CUMM!|Sam_2]]</div> <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/cum2.gif" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You tremble through it, back pressed into the sofa, jaw slack, eyes unfocused. Your fingers slow gradually, your breath shaky and uneven. You pull your hand out. Rest it on your thigh. The air is cooler now. Your skin is damp. There’s a strange calm—afterglow and guilt mixed together. Your violin lies beside you. Forgotten. This is all because of Lily. She put these ideas in your head, You decide to meet her again tomorrow after basketball. <<set $samquest += 1>> <<set $sam += 1>> [[Go to your room|room_new]]</div> <<endswitch>> <<set $samquestprogresstoday to true>> <<set $arousal_present -= 120>>

You spray your cum all over. <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/cum3.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:200px; border-radius:2px;"> <<set $arousal_present -= 120>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

You pay $200 in rent to Sam, just like always. He’s told you more than once to stop, insisting you don’t need to pay since it’s technically his father’s house and you’re just sharing the space. But you’re stubborn about it. You can’t bring yourself to live here for free—not when you use the same water, the same power, the same roof. So every week, you hand him the money anyway—quietly, deliberately, like it’s non-negotiable. After that, you set aside $500 for your debt, which feels like a mountain you keep climbing with no summit in sight. Between the rent you won’t stop paying and the debt you’re trying to erase, most of your week’s earnings disappear fast—but at least your pride stays intact. <<if $money_present is 0>> [[end1]] <<else>> [[Sleep|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $money_present -= 700>> <<set $debt_present -= 500>>

<<switch $mbs>> <<case 1>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/stare.gif" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, the fan spinning like a slow clock above you. It’s been a week—but everything still feels like it just happened yesterday. The storm. The flicker of candlelight. Hearing Julie and Sam. Reconnecting with Julie. And then... Lily. Why does she have such a hold on me? <i>Does medium still fit?</i> You reach into your desk drawer and pull out the medium condom.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <b>This will do just fine… for now.</b> Lily had said. You undress and unwrap the condom packet. You slip it on. It fits snug. Perfect. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/condomM.gif" width="300" alt="Sam Image" /></div><<drop $bag "Condoms M" 1>> <<set $mbs += 1>> [[Open Drawer|MBS1]] </div> <<case 2>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You remember the XL condom you pocketed from Sam’s room. Curiosity stirs in you? How much bigger can it really be? You pull the packet out, roll it between your fingers. It feels different — larger, heavier — even before it's open. You try it on anyway and your penis looks like it's wearing an oversized court. <<drop $bag "Condoms XL" 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/condomXL.jpg" width="300" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You feel a tightness in your chest. And a different kind of tightness in your thighs. Your skin prickles with heat. You fire up your computer, more out of impulse than thought. The signal’s patchy. You’re still technically offline. But the archive is cached. <<set $mbs += 1>> [[Move to the Computer|MBS1]] </div> <<case 3>> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You start with something harmless. <i>Average penis sizes by ethnicity.</i> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/ethinic.jpg" width="300" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You click on that image and an article pops up — a forum post with a baited title: <b>BBC: The Big Black Cock</b> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/article.png" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> It has a long article on the superiority of the size of Black Cock. Thick. Veined. Dark. Massive. Your breath shortens. Your tighten your thighs.</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You search again: <b>Do women prefer BBC?</b> A link pops up saying: <i>The last remnants of SQ Cruise Ship.</i> I that a real ship? It's very cryptic and you don't really know what to make of it. Then you click again. It's supposedly an instructional video of a woman's preference. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/what.gif" width="500" alt="Sam Image" /></div> Your skin buzzes. Is this real? Is this what people really feel? You glance down. Your own cock feels smaller than ever. Fragile, almost. You keep scrolling, falling deeper into a rabbit hole. Then — an image that hits like a punch to the gut. A woman, mouth slightly open, eyes wide with awe. Like she’s not just looking at a body part. Like she’s staring at a God <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/surprise.gif" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> She starts to drool — lips parted, tongue twitching slightly as she stares up with that same hunger that caught you off guard moments ago. There’s no shame in her eyes. Just need. Desperation, almost. Your breath catches. You try to slow your hand, but your body has taken over. She leans closer, her breath brushing against the tip. It twitches — and she responds with a flick of her tongue, soft and tentative at first, like she’s savoring something rare. That’s all she can take in. But she takes it in deeply, like it means everything. Her lips tremble. Her gaze never leaves you. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/lick.gif" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> You groan, quietly, more like an exhale torn from somewhere beneath your ribs. Your hand starts moving faster, knuckles tense, wrist aching. Each stroke sends a pulse up your spine. Then he steps forward — slow, confident — and she turns her head slightly, still on her knees. A look passes between them, wordless but full of intent. And then he enters her. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/fuck1.gif" width="600" alt="Sam Image" /></div> It’s primal. And something in you responds to that: the inevitability. You watch her change. You can see it in her face — the release, the surrender, the way her breath catches in time with his thrusts. She’s lost somewhere you can’t reach. And yet, you’re right there with her. <<set $mbs += 1>> [[Cum!|MBS1]] </div> <<case 4>> <div class="reveal-chunk"><<set $arousal_present -= 120>> You cum — hard — hips bucking, mouth open, breath shattered. Your eyes flutter closed for a second, but you force them open. You don’t want to miss this. Not one second. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/cum2.gif" width="400" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You sit there, trembling. Still twitching. The screen is paused mid-thrust, the moan frozen like it’s waiting for you to press play again. You blink. Breathe. Return to yourself. A link in the video description. “Verhorn is Real!”</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"> <b>Verhorn?</b> But the name hooks into you. Something about the sound of it. You read it again: <i>Verhorn is Real.</i> You scroll through the comments — filth, praise, laughter — but one stands out: <i>Can’t believe this is still up. Still gives me chills.</i> You click it. A PDF opens in a new tab. It loads slowly — the kind of lag that feels intentional. At the top, in brittle a newspaper:</div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><b>BBC ARCHIVE SCAN – June 14, 1964</b> Preserved via public submission. Not part of official digitized records. You exhale — a dry laugh. BBC. Of course. From one kind of BBC to another. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/BBC/verhorn.jpg" width="700" alt="Sam Image" /></div> You lean back. Stare at the scan. Why the hell would someone link this beneath a porn video? You say the name again, quietly: <b>Verhorn</b> You download the PDF.<b> Maybe you shoud ask someone about it.</b> <<set $mbsprogressedtoday to true>> <<set $mbs += 1>> <<set $mbsout += 1>> [[Log off|room_new]] </div> <<set $bisexuality_present += 1>> <<set $corruption_present += 1>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<nobr>><div class="reveal-chunk"> <div class="reveal-fade"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Nights/Stormisland_night.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /> <div style="text-align: center;"> A raging storm surrounds the island of OceanView and your Dreams...</div></div></div></div> <</nobr>> You have a weird sensual dream of two women, whose faces you don't recognise. <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/present_vis/neg_vis_6.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div></div> <div class="reveal-chunk"><div style="text-align: center;"><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop><source src="Images/dreams/dreamintro_1.mov" type="video/mp4"></video></div> [[Wake up|intro3]] </div> <<set $intro = 3>> <<set $arousal_present += 40>> <<updateStatsUI>>

<b> Of Memories New and Old</b> <img src="Images/logos/logo edited.gif" alt="Game Logo" style="max-width:150px;"> Of Memories New and Old is an emotionally charged, erotic narrative game about memory, identity, and transformation. You play as a 21-year-old university student who has left everything behind to start fresh on the quiet island of OceanView. He shares a small home with his best friend Sam, but things are far from simple. As the days pass, strange dreams, forgotten memories, and unfamiliar desires begin to surface. Something is changing—inside and around him. The game explores themes of feminization, cuckolding, interracial dynamics, and body swap, but always through a lens of personal vulnerability and growth. Nothing is played for shock—everything comes from within the world and himself. <<nobr>> <<if $playerName === undefined>><<set $playerName = "Lucas">><</if>> <div id="nameSection"> <b>What's your Name?</b> <<textbox "$playerName" $playerName>> <<button "Set Name">> <<set $playerName = $playerName.trim() || "Lucas">> <<replace "#nameSection">> Hello, <strong>$playerName</strong>! <<link "(Change)">> <<goto "intro1">> <<replace "#nameSection">> <<textbox "$playerName" $playerName autofocus>> <<button "Update">> <<set $playerName = $playerName.trim() || "Lucas">> <</button>> <</replace>> <</link>> <br><br> [[Continue|new]] | [[Skip Intro]] <</replace>> <</button>> </div> <</nobr>>

<img src="Images/mcpresent_home/kitchen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Kitchen</b> You are not hungry. [[Go back|mcapartment_new]]

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<<set $isInPast to true>> [[Wake Up]] <<set $pastDay to 15>><<set $pastintro to 3>> <<set $presentDay to 15>>

[[Change Clothes|WardrobePast]] [[Mirror|Mirror_past]] [[Step out of the closet|bedroom_old]]

<div class="mirror-scene"> <p><em>You stand before the mirror, taking in your reflection from the past.</em></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><p>Your hair is <strong><<print $hair_past>></strong> — long, flowing, framing your face like it always has.</p></div> <div style="display: flex; justify-content: center; align-items: center; gap: 20px; max-width: 900px; margin: 0 auto;">  <div style="flex: 1; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5;"> <p>Your facial features are soft curves and delicate.</p> <p>Your lips are full and inviting.</p> <p>Your hands and arms are slender with graceful fingers.</p> </div>  <div style="flex: 0 0 300px;"> <img src="Images/pastwear/mirror.jpg" alt="Your reflection in the mirror" style="display: block; width: 300px; border-radius: 8px;"> </div>  <div style="flex: 1; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5;"> <p>You have plump curvy round breasts,.</p> <p>Your waist narrows elegantly</p> <p>Your Pussy is pink and Virgin.</p> <p>Your ass is soft, round, Virgin and full.</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><p>Your legs are smooth shaved, carrying a natural elegance that makes you feel light on your feet.</p></div> <p><em>It's the beautiful you, just as you’ve always been.</em></p> </div> [[Go Back|bedroom_old]] [[Change Clothes|WardrobePast]]

<<if $isInPast is true>> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_past == "None" and $braimgname_past == "None" and $bottomimgname_past == "None" and $underwearimgname_past == "None" and $shoesimgname_past == "None" and $hosieryimgname_past == "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/nudefemale.jpg" alt="Nude" width="100">' >><</if>><</nobr>> <<elseif $isInPast is false>> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_present == "None" and $braimgname_present == "None" and $bottomimgname_present == "None" and $underwearimgname_present == "None" and $shoesimgname_present == "None" and $hosieryimgname_present == "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/nudemale.jpg" alt="Nude" width="100">' >> <</if>><</nobr>><</if>> <<if $isInPast is true>> <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; gap: 10px; padding: 10px; max-width: 140px; margin: 0 auto;"> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $topimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Top" width="60">' >><</if>><<if $braimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $braimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Bra" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $bottomimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $bottomimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Bottom" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $underwearimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $underwearimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Underwear" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $shoesimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $shoesimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Shoes" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $hosieryimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $hosieryimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Hosiery" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>></div> <<elseif $isInPast is false>> <div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; gap: 10px; padding: 10px; max-width: 140px; margin: 0 auto;"> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $topimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Top" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $braimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $braimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Bra" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $bottomimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $bottomimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Bottom" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $underwearimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $underwearimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Underwear" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $shoesimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $shoesimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Shoes" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $hosieryimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $hosieryimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Hosiery" width="60">' >><</if>><</nobr>> </div><</if>>

<<widget "showOutfit">><<if $isInPast>> <<if $topimgname_past == "None" and $braimgname_past == "None" and $bottomimgname_past == "None" and $underwearimgname_past == "None" and $shoesimgname_past == "None" and $hosieryimgname_past == "None">> <img src="Images/pastwear/nudefemale.jpg" alt="Nude" width="120"> <<else>><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; gap: 10px; padding: 5px; max-width: 140px; margin: 0 auto;"> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $topimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Top" width="60">' >><</if>><<if $braimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $braimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Bra" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $bottomimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $bottomimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Bottom" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $underwearimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $underwearimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Underwear" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $shoesimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $shoesimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Shoes" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $hosieryimgname_past != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/pastwear/' + $hosieryimgname_past + '.jpg" alt="Hosiery" width="60">' >><</if>><</nobr>> </div><</if>><<else>> <<if $topimgname_present == "None" and $braimgname_present == "None" and $bottomimgname_present == "None" and $underwearimgname_present == "None" and $shoesimgname_present == "None" and $hosieryimgname_present == "None">> <img src="Images/presentwear/nudemale.jpg" alt="Nude" width="120"><<else>><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; gap: 10px; padding: 5px; max-width: 140px; margin: 0 auto;"> <<nobr>><<if $topimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $topimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Top" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $braimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $braimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Bra" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $bottomimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $bottomimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Bottom" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $underwearimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $underwearimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Underwear" width="60">' >> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $shoesimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $shoesimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Shoes" width="60">' >> <</if>><<if $hosieryimgname_present != "None">> <<print '<img src="Images/presentwear/' + $hosieryimgname_present + '.jpg" alt="Hosiery" width="60">' >><</if>><</nobr>> </div> <</if>><</if>><</widget>>

<<switch $violin>> <<case 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/clubprac.webp" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The rehearsal room smells faintly of resin, sweat, and the quiet grief of old music. Faint notes from another practice hall bleed through the walls — disjointed arpeggios, warming scales. You find your seat, the varnish on your violin catching a shaft of light from the high windows. Everything in here feels suspended — like time stopped caring a little. Julie’s not here today. You scan the room. No familiar faces. Just strangers with taut shoulders and sharp eyes, all adjusting their bows or tuning with the kind of reverence that feels like fear. Mr. Rickles stands by the piano, unmoving. He clears his throat once, and everyone falls silent. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/ricklesintro.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Rachmaninoff was a man of excess. Too much emotion, too much reach, too much sorrow. That’s what critics said. And they were right. But it’s also why we still play him.<</say>> He begins to walk slowly down the center aisle, voice even, eyes scanning. <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>To play him right, you don’t just use your fingers — you bare your restraint. You show the moment before the heart breaks. The moment after it pretends it hasn’t.<</say>> He stops near you. Gestures toward your Violin. <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Page 3. Measure 16.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/violin.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You raise the violin, feeling your throat dry up a little. The bow touches the string. The room shrinks. You begin to play — quietly, but with that slight swell in the middle of the phrase, just as he instructed last week. His head tilts as he listens. Then slowly, his eyes close. When you finish, he doesn’t speak. Just gives a single nod. You exhale. The class continues for another forty minutes — short critiques, hand gestures, demonstrations on the piano. Eventually, the room begins to clear. Chairs scrape back. Strings are loosened. The last few notes hang in the air like a question that won’t be answered today.<<set $violin += 1>> [[Pick up the violin case.|club_new1]] <<case 2>> You kneel to close your violin case, trying not to rush. Your hand brushes the polished wood, warm from your playing. You lean down farther, adjusting the strap. That’s when it happens. Your shirt lifts just slightly. The waistband of your pants shifts down. The delicate line of your boyshorts, soft against your skin, shows for only a moment. You feel the air hit it. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/julie/downpant.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> You glance up — and meet his eyes. Rickles is watching. But there is no change in his expression. <<say "Mr. Rickles" "left" "Images/NPC/Rickles/rickles.jpg">>Your phrasing improved after the second repetition. Less push. More presence. That’s how you keep an audience listening without knowing why.<</say>> His tone is calm. Almost softer than usual. He turns back to the blackboard, marking something with a piece of chalk that screeches once, then falls silent. Your ears are burning. You close the case gently, click it shut. Stand. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Thank you, Mr. Rickles I’ll… keep working on it.<</say>> You start walking out before he can say anything else. Your steps feel too loud. Your face is warm and your thoughts won’t stop spinning. You think of Julie’s voice, laughing about how he’s going through something he won’t admit.<<set $violin += 1>><<set $clubevent += 1>> [[End class|downtown_new]] <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<endswitch>>

Violin Session 3 You step into the softly lit music room, the scent of resin and old wood wrapping around you like a familiar shawl. Julie is already there, seated near the window, carefully cleaning her cello bow with focused grace. She gives you a small nod but doesn’t speak, the silence between you filled with the gentle swish of horsehair and cloth. Mr. Rickles arrives moments later, carrying a stack of sheet music under one arm. His eyes flick briefly to you as he sets the stack down and begins the session. Today’s focus is Wagner—demanding, intricate, and unapologetically emotional. Under Mr. Rickles’ firm but encouraging direction, your bow slides into rhythm. The music commands all of you, but your mind drifts for a moment—back to last session, when Mr. Rickles had caught a glimpse of your boyshorts as you adjusted your position. His reaction had been quiet, but not unnoticeable. When the session ends, you're gathering your things when you notice Julie and Mr. Rickles speaking in hushed tones by the doorway. Their eyes flicker to you now and then, unreadable. Julie approaches first, brushing invisible dust from her skirt. “See you tonight,” she says, a hint of something more behind her words. Before you can ask what she means, she’s already walking off with her cello in tow. You’re halfway through packing up when Mr. Rickles steps closer. he says, then hesitates. “If you have a minute, to talk over coffee—in my office.” This is definietly because he saw my underwear last session. Am i going to be thrown out of thee group so soon? I really like playing here. Gosh! what to do. What to do. Maybe I should apologize and leave with some dignity intact. The Panic builds as you follow him down a hallway. Mr. Rickles walks slightly ahead of you, his footsteps softer than usual, as if the long hallway to his office has grown longer. You follow in silence, heart ticking steadily. The building is quiet this time of day, the usual bustle of students and staff replaced by the distant hum of air vents and muffled echoes of a world elsewhere. His office is a cozy mess. Old recital posters, photos of orchestras past, and leaning stacks of music theory books crowd the walls and corners. A small desk lamp casts a golden glow over the room. He motions toward the armchair across from his desk, then moves to the coffeemaker tucked on a shelf near the window. He pours two cups without looking at you. “ou played well today,” “There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he says finally, handing you a mug. He sits down slowly, carefully, as though the act itself weighs more than usual. You nod but wait—something in his expression tells you this isn’t a typical critique or advice session. He runs a hand over his face and looks away for a second before meeting your eyes. “It’s... going to sound strange. But I want to be honest with you.” He takes a breath. “Last week, when I caught that—glimpse, of your waistband… I noticed something. The seams, the cut… I realized it was, well... feminine. Boyshorts, right?” You freeze for half a second, heat rising to your cheeks. Here it comes this is the end of my dream of being the next Chopin. But he holds up a hand—not in defense, but in understanding. “I’m not judging,” he says. “Quite the opposite. It struck something in me. It reminded me of myself. Or rather… of something I’ve been hiding. Managing. For sometime now.” He leans forward slightly. “That moment—seeing that detail about you—was like holding a mirror I didn’t expect. And it made me realize I wasn’t alone.” The room feels smaller now. It's better if I just show you. Julie said this shoud be the way.” There’s a pause. Not embarrassed silence—but heavy, necessary. He reaches down and lifts the edge of his shirt, showing you the delicate lavender band beneath his slacks. The fabric hugs gently against pale skin. Beneath it, the faint metallic glint of a small cage. “I’m telling you this because… I trust you,” he says. “And because I think—after what I saw—you might understand more than most ever could.” You don’t speak right away. There’s no need to. The air between you feels filled with something both fragile and grounding. You set your coffee aside. “Why the cage?” Reading the words on the cage. Verhorn. There's that word again. And on it are numbers etched 4. 8. 15. 16. 23. 42. What are these numbers? The font looks so familar. He leans back, finally relaxing a bit. “It’s hard to explain. But it helps me focus. In music, in identity. It quiets the part of me that always wanted control over everything. Julie’s been helping me with all of this. She understands what I need. I’ve started… letting her lead.” There’s something in the way he says it—letting her lead. A kind of surrender that’s brought him peace. You walk over and wrap your arms around him. Not out of pity. Not out of obligation. But because you’ve been seen—and now, so has he. He returns the hug slowly, with the care of someone not used to being held. “I support you,” you whisper. His breath catches a bit. “That means more than I can say.” You sit together in the warm, fading light of his office, your coffee cooling on the table. You talk a bit longer—about the music, the session, the subtleties of Wagner—but underneath it all flows the quiet understanding that something has changed. Verhorn still itches in your brain. I think you should try to find out about it more. <<set $clubevent += 1>>

You sit at your desk, the faint hum of your laptop filling the silent room. The clock’s hands inch forward, marking time you don’t feel like you have. Your homework stares back at you—math equations and physics problems blurring together into an indecipherable mess. The past few days have been a relentless storm of deadlines, awkward moments, and emotions you haven’t quite processed. Your eyes drift from the screen to the window, where the world outside moves on without you. It’s comforting, in a way, to remember you’re not alone. Rickles is tangled in the same mess, stumbling through it just like you. There’s a strange solidarity there—a shared secret of struggle that you both carry but barely speak about. And then there’s Julie. She’s been a constant shadow at the edge of everything lately. You know she’s “helping” Rickles—trying to guide him, maybe even manipulate him. But with you, it’s different. There’s a weight in the way she looks at you, something unspoken. This morning, her gaze held you longer than usual—calm, calculating, like she saw through you in a way no one else did. It left you unsettled, your chest tightening with feelings you barely understood. You blink and force your attention back to the screen, trying to focus. KNOCK. KNOCK. The sound is soft but deliberate. Your heart skips a beat. You weren’t expecting anyone. You stand, legs stiff from sitting too long. Your hands tremble slightly as you push your chair back. Slowly, you move to the door and open it. Julie stands there, framed by the dim hallway light. She’s smiling, but it’s not a friendly smile. There’s something sharper, almost predatory, beneath the surface. Her hands are clasped behind her back, concealing something. You swallow hard. JULIE: "Rickles told me what he saw." She pauses, letting the words hang between you. Your cheeks flush red. YOU: "I... that’s not—It’s just for work. Some kind of... thing." Her eyebrows rise in disbelief. JULIE: "Work, huh? You expect me to buy that?" You open your mouth, but your voice catches. She steps inside without waiting for an invitation. The door clicks softly shut behind her. JULIE: "Rickles didn’t know what to make of it. So I told him I’d help him figure it out. Help you figure it out." You want to protest, to tell her it’s none of her business, but the words stick in your throat. JULIE: "And about Tuesday..." Her voice drops, slow and deliberate. JULIE: "I missed your presence this tuesday. JULIE: "I left my door open on purpose. Wanted you to watch. To see me with Sam." Your mind scrambles. What were you doing that Tuesday? The memory slips away like smoke. A sudden sharp pain blooms at your forehead, blurring your vision for a moment. You were sure you were somewhere. The sound of glass clinking and sounds of a pub distract you. Julie watches you closely, her gaze unwavering. Slowly, she pulls her hands from behind her back, revealing a pair of pristine white panties—soft, delicate, innocent-looking. JULIE: "I can’t believe you kept this from me." Your breath hitches. Before you can react, she moves forward and locks the door. JULIE: "This is going to be interesting." Her hands are steady and sure as she reaches for your waistband, undoing your belt and unbuttoning your pants. You freeze, your pulse roaring in your ears. You: What if Sam? Julie: Sam is my boyfriend. You are mine. There's a difference. He is superior man. Man being the operative work here. We'll soon find out what you are. Together. The boyshorts slide down with ease. She giggles JULIE: "So perfect for you." Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she takes the panties, sliding them up over your hips. Julie: Now you look perfect. Just as you should. The cool fabric contrasts sharply with the warmth flooding your body. Your heart races. Your breath catches. You’re suddenly hard, caught between embarrassment and something else—something you can’t name. Julie steps back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. JULIE: "Don’t stop watching us. Me and Sam" Her words hang in the air as she turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind her. You sit there, your body buzzing, your mind spinning. The soft fabric of the panties against your skin is a constant reminder: you’re no longer just watching anymore. You’re part of something you don’t yet understand.

Scene 1 – Entering the Government Building You pass through the entrance of Oceanview Town Hall—arched doorways, worn brass plaques, and the faint smell of lemon polish lingering in the air. You step inside, your footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. The air is cool and dry, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead the only sound beyond your own breathing. In the lobby, folding tables and campaign posters are set up. Bright signs read “Oceanview Deserves a Future” and “I Believe in Reyes.” The room buzzes quietly with volunteers talking and sorting materials. Alia stands near a whiteboard, clipboard in hand, addressing a group of volunteers. Her campaign polo is rolled at the sleeves, her hair pinned back loosely. When she sees you, her face brightens for a moment. She mouths a silent “Hi” you raise your hand in the air. Alia clears her throat. “ We all know this storm has cut us off from the mainland, but Mayor Reyes has made sure we’re still standing. He pushed to get emergency shelters ready early, even when no one believed the storm would hit this hard.” A volunteer nods. “Yeah, my family stays at one of those shelters. The power stays on for most of the night.” Alia smiles softly. “Exactly. And when the phone lines went down, Reyes got a satellite phone system up within a day. That’s how we stayed in touch with the outside world, at least a little.” She glances at you as you step closer. “And for people who can’t get out, like the elderly or those with kids, he makes sure supplies are delivered. No one is left without food or medicine.” Another volunteer, an older man, speaks up quietly. “He’s been around too. I saw him last week checking on folks down by the docks.” Alia nods. “He’s not just about the big plans. He’s here, walking these streets, talking to people. For me… well, I don’t want to get too personal, but he helped when I really needed it.” She pauses, smiling but not explaining further. What kind of help was she getting from Mayor Reyes. Your mind goes back to the party last week where his hands were freely roaming on her back. Is he really such a nice man and you just landed on a secret you weren’t supposed to.. You clear your throat. “Sounds like he’s done a lot.” Alia glances at you, eyes bright but serious. “He has. And that’s why this campaign is important. It’s not just about winning votes. It’s about making sure Oceanview doesn’t fall apart while the storm keeps us trapped.” She taps her clipboard. “That’s why we’re here. To help keep the town going and to get the word out. I believe in Reyes, and I hope you do too.” You step forward. “Hey.” Alia’s smile flickers and dims slightly. She looks away, cheeks coloring. “I’m working,” she whispers, eyes darting toward the others. You lean in to kiss her, but she gently turns her face. “Mayor Reyes wants to see you,” she says quietly. “He’s in his office. Said you should come as soon as you arrive. Do as he says. It’ll be great for us. For you and me” You swallow the knot tightening in your chest and nod. You look at the door. [[Godspeed| The Mayor’s office door stood slightly open when you arrived. You stepped inside, feeling the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders. Mayor Reyes was seated behind his desk, his elbows resting casually on the polished wood. His wife lounged nearby in a velvet armchair, the same pearl necklace from the party sparkling softly against her silk blouse. That night, the image of Reyes’ wife with that other man—so exposed, so vulnerable—floods your mind. It’s why you agreed to work for them, why you’re caught in this tangled web now. “Close the door behind you, please” Reyes said without looking up, his voice calm but firm. You obeyed, the click of the door sounding louder than expected. Then Reyes’s eyes finally met yours. “I want you to strip,” he said, steady and unblinking. You blinked. “Why… Why do you want me to do that?” His wife smiled, a slow, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We want to see what you’re wearing underneath right now,” she said, her voice low, almost teasing. You remember what you saw the other other night. The assistant fucking her hard in the bathroom. You didn’t anticipate it would land you here, in this situation just because she happened to look at your underwear. You are instantly horny. Your throat tightened. You’d like the feel of your boyshorts—soft, smooth, and just for work. Now, standing in this office, with them watching, you felt suddenly exposed, though strangely curious. You started to undress slowly, the cool air pressing against your skin as your clothes dropped away. When you were down to your boyshorts, their eyes flicked between each other. "why are you wearing Women's undergarment?" "It's a work thing. I work at Alexis." "I am familiar with the ways of Rachel. I thought she didn't hire men." "Yeah but she hired me and needed the job so one thing led to another, I wasn't forced into to. I wore it because it's nice. It's my choice." “I told you, They’re perfect. This is a sign Rey. We need him. You need him." Reyes gave the faintest nod. A sign of what? You don’t understand what they were talking about but it surely isn’t because I am wearing women’s underwear. You pulled your clothes back on, your heart hammering in your chest. Reyes stands and takes a step toward you, reaching out to gently take your hand. His touch was surprisingly soft. “You can wear your pants. We wanted to establish one thing: discretion. Trust. Willingness. You’ll be working for me from now on, directly. My personal secretary. You will work for me on sundays for now. Keep doing what you are doing the rest of the week. Normalcy is good. But you are ours every Sunday.” “I want you to know that whatever happens after this will be the greatest thing that has happened in your life. This storm—this whole situation—is going to give us both an opportunity. An opportunity to build something bigger, something lasting. And I want you with me for that.” His wife gets up and walks towards you, adjusting her pearl necklace with slow grace. She steps close, closing the space between you, and kisses you—deeply, deliberately. Her lips pressed against yours with a heat that spreads through your body, and her tongue traces inside your mouth, like it belongs to her. Your body reacts without permission, and a wave of pleasure surges up inside you until you shudder and climax beneath her touch. When she pulled away, her breath is warm against your cheek. “You have to keep those boyshorts on while you work for us They’re more than just underwear now. They’re a symbol.” Reyes turned back to his desk without another word, leaving you to process everything that had just happened. [[Get out

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 12>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach Hall</b> As you step into the Beach Hall, your gaze naturally gravitates to Alia. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/aliadress.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Hey there, you look fantastic.<</say>> The boyshorts in your pants raise the heat in you. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Thanks.<</say>> —her arm slipping into yours with an effortless grace. She’s the embodiment of elegance tonight. The deep emerald dress she’s wearing fits her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmers in the soft light, almost like it’s alive, catching the light in a way that makes her look ethereal, glowing. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I’ll be back in one minute. I need to check in with the campaign team. Just… don’t wander off while I’m gone.<</say>> She flashes you a teasing smile before slipping away, her movements smooth and purposeful. You’re left standing with two glasses of champagne in hand, a bit unsure of what to do with yourself in the sea of well-dressed strangers. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/glasses.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> The conversation around you rises and falls like waves, but none of it feels particularly important. You take a sip from one of the glasses, letting the bubbles tickle your senses as you search the crowd for something familiar.<<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Upstairs]] [[Ballroom]] [[Beach|Date_3]] <<case 14>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach Hall</b> Before you can respond, Mayor Reyes himself steps into the conversation, his sharp suit and polished shoes making him impossible to miss. He carries himself with the kind of authority that only comes from years of being in the spotlight. He’s tall, with a charismatic smile that seems to be both practiced and natural at the same time. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/reyesintro.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Sam, it's good to see you again. I had hoped to see your father tonight. But his secretary told me a fat donation cheque is on the way so I can forgive him for now. And you must be the friend, I’ve heard so much about this week from Alia.<</say>> Mayor Reyes greets, offering a firm handshake. Your cheeks turn red. He turns toward you with a smile that’s as warm as it is genuine. You extend your hand, and his handshake is strong—confident, but not overpowering. He’s a man who knows how to make an impression. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>It’s an honor, sir<</say>> Alia reappears at your side, seamlessly slipping into the conversation as if she’s always belonged there. Her presence shifts the energy in the room, and for a brief moment, you feel like the center of attention, even though you know it’s really her. She smiles up at Reyes with a knowing glance, and then turns her gaze on you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Boyfriend, actually!<</say>> That felt nice. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Are we official now?|Beach Hall]] <<case 15>> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Well, if you’ll be keeping her distracted, I might have to steal her from you, for the campaign ofcourse. She’s been invaluable to this campaign—smart, dedicated, always on the ball. She’s a huge asset for me.<</say>> He turns toward Alia with an appreciative smile. Sam, who has been quietly watching the exchange, grins and pipes up. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/aliadress.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>She’s not just a great manager, though. She’s a hell of a cheerleader too.<</say>> Alia’s eyes sparkle as she playfully nudges Sam back, her laughter ringing out across the room, full of warmth and light. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Ah, what a small island. Everyone knows everyone, doesn’t matter where you go. You'll need to turn back eventually.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/handshake.webp" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Reyes gives you another firm handshake, this time lingering for a second longer, as though to make sure that the introduction has the right weight. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>It was nice to meet you. You must be something special to keep Alia balanced. I’ll let you and Sam get back to it.<</say>> He gives Alia a meaningful glance, one that’s both appreciative and affectionate. You can sense there’s a genuine respect between them <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Come on. I need to introduce you to a few more people. We’ll talk soon.<</say>> Alia squeezes your hand, her smile lingering for just a moment longer than usual. There’s something in her eyes, something unspoken but clear. It’s the way she carries herself, the way she handles the room, that makes you proud. She’s strong, ambitious, and deeply committed to her work. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I’ll be right back<</say>> She says softly before turning toward Reyes and walking off with him, her dress flowing behind her like a trail of stardust. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Upstairs]] [[Ballroom]] [[Beach|Date_3]] <<case 17>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach Hall</b> Your eyes naturally find Alia and Mayor Reyes, who have seamlessly slipped into a circle of well-wishers, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. They move from one person to the next with practiced ease, graciously accepting congratulations and offering their own thanks. Your gaze drifts to Mayor Reyes, who stands just a little taller than everyone else, exuding a quiet but undeniable authority. He smiles and shakes hands with several people, and then, in the midst of the chatter, you see him place a hand gently on Alia’s waist, well you would categorize as her hip. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/butttouch.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> It’s nothing out of the ordinary—not a flirtatious move or anything overtly inappropriate. In fact, it’s almost protective in nature, like he’s guiding her through the crowd. But something about the way his hand rests there, the way his fingers curl lightly against her, makes a knot tighten in your stomach. You try to shake it off. It's just a hand on her waist, right? The Mayor is a respectful man, He is married, highly regarded, and this is no different than any other professional interaction. You know Alia, you trust her, and you’re not the type to jump to conclusions over something like this. You can’t help but notice the subtle difference in how his hand feels against her waist compared to yours. Alia moves effortlessly under his hand, feeling the tension pull tighter with each passing second. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Upstairs]] [[Ballroom]] [[Beach|Date_3]] <<case 22>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach Hall</b> You and Alia are now in the Beach Hall, her fingers brushing yours, still close—but quieter now, more thoughtful. There’s a brief touch on your forearm—a pause. Her eyes linger a second too long. She wants to say something, but doesn’t. Or maybe she’s testing if you will. You don’t. You kiss her! She kisses you back. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/kiss.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You say goodbye to Alia. You promise to catch her later. But first—you really need to pee after so many drinks tonight.<<set $aliadate += 1>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/crotch.jpg" width="550" alt="My Image" /></div> [[Upstairs]] [[Ballroom]] [[Beach|Date_3]] <<default>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach Hall</b> The Beach Hall is full of Rich Islandiars. [[Upstairs]] [[Ballroom]] [[Beach|Date_3]] <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/upstairs.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> <<switch $aliadate>> <<case 23>> You weave through the clinking glasses and murmured conversations. Music hums softly through the mayor’s estate. The chandeliers above you sparkle like stars trying too hard. You’ve been holding it in for over an hour now, and your bladder is on the brink of mutiny. You finally find a sign that says <b>WC →</b> A plaque reads: <b>Men</b> You try to open it. It’s locked. Next room says: <b>[[Women's|bathroom1]]</b> And a taped sheet of paper. <b>OUT OF ORDER.</b> No. You groan under your breath. Glancing around, you see no one in sight. But it doesn’t matter—your body has already made the decision for you. You push open the bathroom door and hurry inside. <<set $aliadate += 1>> <<default>> There are two rooms here, The one of the right looks has a big door with the words <b>Grand Hall</b> etched on it, like it is important. <<if $aliadate is 20 or $aliadate is 26>> [[Grand Hall|Mayor's Room]]<<else>>Grand Hall (Locked)<</if>> [[Downstairs|Beach Hall]] <<if $aliadate is 24>>[[Women|bathroom1]]<</if>> <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/bathroom.webp" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <<switch $aliadate>> <<case 25>> You step out of the stall, still adjusting your Boyshorts, when you freeze. The mayor’s wife—Kendra Reyes—is kneelingon the bathroom floor, her knees pressed against the marble, her mouth open savoring a thick black cock. You look up— <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/NPC/Steve/steveintro.webp" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> It's Steve! The guy you had seen with Alia on your last date at the club—slamming into her mouth quick, elegant thrusts. Her lipstick is smudged. A string of pearls swings wildly with each movement. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/kendraf.gif" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> You freeze. Your mouth opens, but no sound comes. The man doesn’t stop. If anything, he digs in deeper. Kendra, however, turns her head. For a split second, there’s shock in her eyes. Then it fades—replaced by calm indifference, as if you're a waiter who came in too early. She just stares at you then down at the cock then again at you, breath still coming fast, a drop of sweat trailing down her neck. Her voice is hoarse but clear. <<say "Mrs. Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Kendra/kendraface.jpg">>Wear your pants! $playerName! Leave! Out! Shut the door behind you. Meet me in Grand Hall in Ten minutes!<</say>> <<set $arousal_present += 60>> Then she turns back around, fingers digging into the cock. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[GET OUT!|Upstairs]] <<default>> The Bathroom has multiple stalls. [[Exit|Upstairs]] <<endswitch>> [[Stall 1]] <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 13>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/beachhall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Ball Room</b> It’s then that you spot Sam by the bar, leaning casually against the counter, his posture nonchalant, though his sharp eyes scan the room. It’s strange to see him here. Sam doesn’t exactly strike you as someone who’d be at a political event like this. But then, you remember his father’s business ties to the island. That must be it. Sam notices you almost immediately, and the surprise on his face is quickly replaced by a friendly grin. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/Sam.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Well, well, Didn’t think I’d see you here. Didn’t take you for the campaign party type. My dad’s been friends with Reyes for years. You know how it goes—business ties and all that. Thought I’d swing by and show some support. You look like you’re still trying to figure out what you’re doing here.<</say>> Sam says, pushing off the counter and making his way toward you. You smile, shaking your head as you meet him halfway. There’s something about him that’s always felt so effortlessly at ease, like he’s never out of place, no matter the setting. You laugh, taking another sip from your glass. You follow him to the Beach Hall. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Beach Hall]] <<case 16>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/beachhall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Ball Room</b> You sip your champagne, the bubbles still fizzing in your throat, as you find yourself back by the drink station with Sam. The crowd around you seems to have grown thicker, everyone laughing and mingling, but the conversation around you feels a little more relaxed, just the two of you talking amidst the soft murmur of the party. Sam leans against the counter, his eyes scanning the room casually, but there's a glint of amusement in his expression as he looks over at you. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>So, looks like you’re starting to get the hang of things. I'm really sorry for what happened today at the gym. I spoke to Alia after and I think you should take up on her offer. Atleast you will be close to the team until the Mad coach leaves. Besides you are finding your groove with new people. Dating Alia, the Mayor's campaign manager.<</say>> You follow his gaze, trying not to make it too obvious you’re flattered by his comment. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Well you are one who nudged me toward her.<</say>> Sam smirks, his gaze shifting to a woman standing across the room. She’s tall, with a sleek blue dress that catches the light like it was designed to do so. She’s talking to a small group of people, but her eyes keep flicking over toward Sam every few seconds. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>You see that woman? She’s been eyeing me all night. I can tell, man. She’s got that look.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/partygirl.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> You glance over at the woman, who, for all her professionalism, seems to be almost unashamedly stealing glances at Sam as she laughs with her group. You raise an eyebrow, then look back at Sam, grinning. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Whatever happened to just having sex with Julie until the tryouts?<</say>> You mind suddenly goes back to few nights ago and what you saw. The arrangement between you and Lily seems almost sinful. Sam chuckles, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he shrugs nonchalantly. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>You know me. Julie knows me and it’ll be a one time thing. Nothing serious.<</say>> You nod, your gaze lingering on the woman for just a moment longer, before turning your attention back to the crowd. She is hot, but you look at Sam. Why does Sam waste his time with other women when he's got Julie? <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Beach Hall]] <<case 18>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/beachhall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Ball Room</b> The air in the ballroom is thick with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the soft swell of music. As the evening unfolds, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. Alia walks towards you, her emerald dress clinging to every curve, the fabric shimmering in the golden light of the ballroom. a little closer as she speaks, her breath warm against your ear. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>I was really hoping I could’ve spent more time with you tonight. I feel terrible... it’s almost a crime to be away from you, don’t you think?<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/aliasmile.png" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything else in the room fades. Her proximity, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth of her skin, makes your heart race. You try to keep your composure, but she’s always had this effect on you—and tonight, it feels amplified. You smile, trying to be playful, but your tone is tinged with something sincere. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>It’s okay, I’ve been keeping myself entertained. Sam kept me busy, for one.[[You are magnetic|Ballroom]]<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>> <<case 19>> She laughs softly, that musical sound wrapping around you like silk. Her eyes linger on yours, lips parting ever so slightly. There’s something unspoken between you—charged and magnetic. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>You’re too kind. But honestly... I’d love to just be with you. To forget all this for a while.<</say>> Her fingers graze your arm, sending a spark up your spine. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Maybe I can make it up to you. What do you say—come help with the campaign on Sundays? Show Reyes just how brilliant you are. He’ll love having you around.<</say>> You have no idea where that came from. Me working for an election campaign. As she speaks, her body shifts. The sway of her hips, the curve of her smile, the subtle confidence she exudes—it all draws you in. You barely register that she’s already gliding away, her dress swishing behind her as she approaches Mayor Reyes. She leans in, whispers something into his ear. Whatever she says makes him glance your way and smile. Then, casually, his hand rests on her waist. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/whisper.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div> That small, familiar gesture—his hand on her—hits harder than it should. She walks to you and whispers in your ear. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Reyes wants to talk to you. Privately Upstairs.<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Beach Hall]] <<default>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/beachhall.jpg" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Ball Room</b> People are crowded near the bar to get their drinks. [[Beach Hall]] <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<switch $samprac>> <<case 5>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/kitchen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> <b>Kitchen</b> You’re barefoot on the cool kitchen tiles, still blinking the sleep from your eyes. The morning sun slants through the window, casting long, golden lines across the counter. Sam stands at the stove, shirtless, wearing only those loose plaid pajama pants that seem to defy gravity and a pink apron. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/apron.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Julie is leaning against the opposite counter, sipping black coffee from a chipped mug with a faded cartoon owl. She’s draped in her revealing sheer robe., sleeves hanging past her fingertips. Her hair’s tousled, but her lips—those are fresh. Bright red, deliberate. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Morning. Sleep okay?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. Had weird dreams though. Something about a storm hitting the coast. I think we were on a ship, maybe? Or a rooftop. Kinda blurred together.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Storms tend to do that. They blur things. Make you hear things. Think you saw something when you didn’t. Or maybe you did.<</say>><<set $samprac += 1>> [[Look at Julie|Sampractice1]] <<case 6>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/juliekitchen.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You can feel her watching you, but when you look, she’s turned away—studying the light outside like she hadn’t just tossed a live wire between you. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Hey, actually—can I ask you for a favor? The pipe under the kitchen sink’s acting up again. Started leaking yesterday. I meant to fix it but Coach is forcing early practice this week. And Julie's banned me from multitasking ever since The Great Blender Incident.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>I stand by that. No man should try fixing a drain while making hollandaise and jumping the whole day. It’s against the laws of God, basketball and plumbing.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>You’re lucky I like fixing things.<</say>> <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>And that I make killer scrambled eggs. That’s gotta count for something.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>That’s not the only thing you’re killer at.<</say>> You pause, just briefly. The words hang there. Sam glances at her, then at you, but no one elaborates.<<set $samprac += 1>> [[Examine the sink|Sampractice1]] <<case 7>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/sink.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You duck your head under the cabinet. The wood smells faintly of mildew and old lemon soap. You flick on your phone flashlight and examine the pipe. There’s a slow, rhythmic drip landing in a plastic bowl someone shoved under there—probably Sam’s idea of a temporary fix. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Seal’s loose, definitely. Probably needs a full replacement, not just tape.<</say>> You hear footsteps approach behind you. Then Sam crouches near you, his voice closer now, his presence more tangible. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Need anything?<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Just a wrench. I’ll get it from the store later.<</say>> You start to push back out from under the sink, and then Sam says, more casually: <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Think you could finish it this Saturday? Just so it doesn’t flood when I forget and run the dishwasher.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Yeah. Absolutely.<</say>> You reach for the edge of the cabinet to pull yourself up—and then Julie speaks again. Her voice is quiet, almost a murmur, but razor-sharp. <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>You know... I thought I heard something last night. Around one or two? Hallway floorboards creaking?<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/juliepeek.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Your blood stills. You freeze for half a second, half-out of the cabinet. The memory flickers through you like static—her on her knees in front of Sam, the glow of faint light, his breath low and desperate. Your own hand on the doorframe, watching like you weren’t supposed to. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Old houses creak. You probably heard me going to the bathroom.<</say>> <<say "Julie" "left" "Images/NPC/Julie/julieface.webp">>Mmhmm. Sure.<</say>><<set $samprac += 1>> [[Go to University|oceanuni_new]] <<case 9>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/kitchen.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /> You’re crouched under the sink once more, the morning light less golden today—more pale, almost cautious. There’s a faint scent of damp wood and coffee that’s already gone lukewarm. Your shirt sleeves are rolled, your knees sore from yesterday’s half-finished repair job. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/wrench.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Sam stands nearby, barefoot this time, and unusually quiet. He hasn’t said much since you arrived, his leg brushing briefly against your back as he reached forward. Now he lingers, standing above and just behind you, one hand resting on the edge of the counter. You can feel the weight of him there, silent but present. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/low.webp" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> You grip the pipe, easing it gently, testing the tension. It groans—just slightly—under your touch. Something’s off. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Wait, that doesn’t feel—<</say>><<set $samprac += 1>> [[Splash..|Sampractice1]] <<case 10>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/splash.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>WHSSHHHHT.</b> A sudden, vicious blast of cold water erupts from the joint, catching you square in the chest, face, and neck. You let out a yelp, jerking upward in a reflexive flinch— And slam straight into Sam. Your face crashes into the soft fabric of his pajama pants—directly into his crotch. For one long, frozen second, the world stops. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/crotch.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> No dripping, no breathing, no movement. Just the awful awareness of exactly where you are. Then, as if released from a spell, you recoil backward with a choked, spluttering noise, landing hard on your heels. You’re drenched, blinking furiously, soaked through your shirt and into your skin. Sam steps back fast, wide-eyed, his cheeks already pink. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Jesus. Are you—are you okay?<</say>> You cough once, wiping your face with your sleeve. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>Totally fine. Just, y’know... waterboarded.<</say>> He lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing a towel off the counter. In two seconds, he’s kneeling beside you, towel in hand, dabbing at your face and shoulders with an urgency that borders on frantic.<<set $samprac += 1>> [[Look at him|Sampractice1]] <<case 11>> <<set $samday += 1>> His fingers brush the side of your stomach, and that’s when it hits you. That memory. Julie licking his cock. The heat rises up your neck, down your spine, into places the water didn’t reach. You glance up, slowly. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/SAM/dry.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> He’s already looking at you. Still holding the towel, paused mid-motion. His gaze flicks—lips, eyes, lips again. Something caught between concern and something else he maybe doesn’t want to name. You try to laugh, but your voice comes out dry. Sam keeps dabbing at your face with the towel, then shifts his focus to your damp hair. He hesitates for a moment, like weighing whether it’s okay to do this, but then softly reaches out and runs his fingers through your wet strands, carefully patting them dry.<<set $samprac += 1>><<set $bisexuality_present += 1>><<set $arousal_present += 40>> [[Corridor|mcapartment_new]] <<advancePresentTime>>  <<advancePastTime>>  <<endswitch>>

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 24>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/pee.avif" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> Rushing into the nearest stall, you fumble with your pants and Boyshorts, tugging them down in one swift motion. There's a strange heat between your legs—something about the way the Boyshorts clung to you left you faintly aroused. You sit. Peeing like this—sitting down—is a first. It feels oddly... right. Unfamiliar, yet natural. Feminine. You exhale slowly, surprised by how comfortable it is. Curious, you press the button for the bidet. A sleek stream of water jets out—too strong, too fast—and splashes against your pants bunched at your knees. You wince, quickly trying to adjust, but the fabric’s already wet.<<set $aliadate += 1>> <<default>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/bathroom.webp" width="650" alt="My Image" /></div> You don't want to pee right now. <<endswitch>> [[WC|bathroom1]]

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 20>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/grandhall.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Grand Hall</b> Alia takes you to the Mayor. It's a big hall with the Mayor standing at the centre with few people droning around him Reyes’s hand rests lightly on her hip. His presence is composed, confident, magnetic in that way only politicians seem to master. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/small.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>You know, it's not every day I get to offer someone like you a shot like this. You're smart, thoughtful. We could use that on the team—especially with the election coming.<</say>> Alia stands beside him, eyes flickering to you, her expression open and encouraging. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>I’m not looking for just another intern. I need someone who understands the vision. Someone who sees what this island could be and to help us deal with the storm situation. And between us—working for me comes with... perks. Plus, Sundays aren’t so bad. Some extra pay. Time with the inner circle. Time in OceanView politics.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/reyesjob.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> His eyes flick toward Alia as he says that last word. Her smile stays warm, but you feel it—something tightening inside your chest. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>It’ll be fun. You’d learn a lot. And selfishly… I’d just love having you around more.<</say>> Before you can respond, another voice cuts in—<<set $aliadate += 1>> [[She's is stunning.|Mayor's Room]] <<case 21>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/kendraintro.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /></div> <<say "Mrs. Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Kendra/kendraface.jpg">>You’ll have the time of your life, young man.<</say>> Kendra, the mayor’s wife, appears from nowhere with a poised, slightly mischievous smile. Alia nudges you to listen. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Exactly. Think about it—every Sunday, building something real, making change. And once I win again whih is inevitable. Well, there’ll be even more opportunities.<</say>> Alia gives your arm a soft nudge, her voice low, sincere. <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>We’d be a great team. And you and I would get to spend more time together. What’s not to like?<</say>> You glance between them—Reyes’s persuasive charm Alia almost in his arms, the mayor’s wife’s knowing look. And yet… beneath all that warmth and promise, you feel it: a quiet hesitation, a question you can’t shake. <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I really appreciate the offer. It really does sound like a great opportunity. Honestly. But… I think I need to think about it.<</say>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>I just... I want to make sure I’m doing this for the right reasons. Working with Alia—with my girlfriend—that changes things. I need to think about the consequences.<</say>> <<say "Alia" "left" "Images/NPC/Alia/aliaface.webp">>Of course. I get it.<</say>> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Take your time. Just don’t take too long.<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Go out|Upstairs]] <<case 26>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/grandhall.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Grand Hall</b> Did she tell him? What is this? An ambush? As you move towards the Mayor, you see Kendra seated near the fireplace, reclined like a woman who owns the estate, and the air between your lungs. Her legs are crossed. A book rests gently in her lap, pages untouched. Her gaze flicks to you and lingers—not surprised, not welcoming, but studying you like a teacher does a student who wandered into the wrong classroom. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/lounging.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Mayor Reyes stands by the tall window, one hand in his pocket, the other gently swirling a tumbler of scotch. The dim light catches the silver at his temples. His shirt sleeves are rolled just high enough to seem casual, deliberate in its ease. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Close the door behind you, if you would.<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Close the Door|Mayor's Room]] <<case 27>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/reyesjob.jpg" width="350" alt="My Image" /></div> You obey. The latch clicks shut. He watches the storm outside. A pulsing shadow over the sea. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>You know, when I was a boy, back home when I lived in a town in England. After the war my father who was a publisher moved to a new town. Towns like these were propping up all over the old country to avoid weather disasters. My mother used to tell me that the storms came only for the weak. That they skipped the strong, the brave, the ones who stood their ground. I’ve since learned better. Storms come for all of us. What matters is who still standing when the water recedes.<</say>> He turns, finally meeting your eyes. Calm. Steady. Like he’s giving a sermon. Like you’re the only parishioner. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>You saw something you weren’t meant to. That much is clear. My wife and I… we have an arrangement, yes. Not a secret. A contract. One built on trust and understanding. But the world—especially this little island of ours—rarely understands such things. They need simpler stories. Cleaner ones.<</say>> Kendra shifts slightly as she plays with her pearly necklace. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>I’m not angry. Not at all. In fact, I think this could work. Serendipity, even. Sometimes, the tide brings the right person to you. And the only question is—do you pull them aboard, or let the sea take them back? People here… they need something to believe in. The storm has been circling for weeks. It’s more than the weather. It’s uncertainty. Fear. Fatigue. I’m offering them hope. A vision of calm in the eye of the chaos. Family. Faith. Order. You, are going to help me give them that. You’ve just volunteered for my campaign.<</say>><<set $aliadate += 1>> <<say "You" "right" "Images/mc/mc_present/mcpresentface.jpg">>[[I—I haven't yet...|Mayor's Room]]<</say>> <<case 28>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/grandhall.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Grand Hall</b> <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>No, you didn’t. But now you will. Because the alternative, of course, is much messier. Gossip has a strange way of backfiring. Especially when it sounds like slander. Especially when it makes no sense. Who would believe you? You weren’t supposed to see us. But now that you have, you belong to the picture. Congratulations.<</say>> You feel like you're sweating through your spine. The window behind the mayor is filled with lightning flashes. The kind that reveal more than they light. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>Nothing too hard. Sundays. The offer still is the same and you will accept it. Besides, your new girlfriend works for me and she wouldn’t want to know that her boyfriend was found lurking in the women's bathroom.<</say>> Your heart sinks. You think of Alia—she called you her boyfriend in front of everyone today. It’s still new. She’s worked for the mayor far longer than she’s known you. And it’s true you can’t deny you were in a sticky situation anyway. It’s Kendra’s word against yours and she’s the Mayor’s wife. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/kissreyes.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> Mrs. Reyes gets up from the sofa, walks up to her husband and kisses him. <<say "Mayor Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Reyes/Reyesface.jpg">>We’ll make sure you’re taken care of. That’s what we do here. We look after each other. You’ll find this… isn’t such a bad arrangement. Kendra and I are equals and we'll make sure you are treated as one.<</say>><<set $corruption_present += 1>> <<say "Mrs. Reyes" "left" "Images/NPC/Kendra/kendraface.jpg">>Ohh $playerName Next time knock when you enter women’s bathroom.<</say>> You nod. Because you don’t know what else to do. You almost fall out of the room.<<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Go out|Upstairs]] <<endswitch>> <<set $arousal_present to Math.max(0, Math.min(100, $arousal_present))>>

<<switch $aliadate>> <<case 11>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/outside.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> <b>Beach</b> The air smells of saltwater and champagne as you stare into the grand ballroom from the beach. The expansive space is aglow with soft, golden light that dances across the polished floors, reflecting off the crystal chandeliers. Outside, the ocean stretches endlessly, and storm is right at the horizon. You wonder when it will end. Guests in elegant attire mingle, their laughter weaving into the night, while the smell of fresh flowers mixes with the scent of sea breeze coming through the open doors. Above the entrance, a banner proudly declares: <b>"For Oceanview – I believe in Reyes."</b> The bright, inviting colors of the campaign logo catch the light as it flutters gently in the sea breeze, a symbol of the hope and promise that Mayor Reyes claims to bring to this lost island. It serves as a reminder that tonight isn’t just a celebration; it’s a pivotal moment in the political landscape of Oceanview. <<set $aliadate += 1>> [[Go in|Beach Hall]] <<case 29>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/outside.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> You step out in the open on the beach, take a deep breath and kneel down in reverence. And there he is. Sam, making out with the same woman he was eyeing in the crowd.Still wearing the same rumpled button-down from earlier. Hair is a bit messy. Eyes soft and concerned. He stops his quest of exploring her tongue and walks towards you in his tracks when he sees you. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Whoa. You look like you are going to collapse.<</say>> You try to speak. Nothing comes. The words would unravel everything. You’d have to say the mayor. His wife. The bed. The deal. The way Reyes looked at you like a lion eyeing a deer who forgot how to run. Instead, you do the only thing that feels real—you step forward and hug him. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/fireworks.gif" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Sam doesn’t hesitate. His arms wrap around you, strong, familiar, the way they used to when things made sense. His hand rests firm against the small of your back. The other presses gently between your shoulder blades. You sink into him, just for a moment. His body is warm. Steady. Yours isn’t. You can feel his erect cock touching your penis through the boyshorts and all the fabric. This feels wrong. But right in all the other ways. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/hug.jpg" width="750" alt="My Image" /></div> He squeezes you tighter for a moment, then pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching, gentle. Like he doesn’t want to push you, but wants to make sure you’re okay. <<say "Sam" "left" "Images/NPC/Sam/samface.jpg">>Let’s just get out of here, alright? You look like you need sleep.<</say>> Your eyes flicker over to him—his strong arms, his presence, the way his gaze never falters. <<set $aliadate += 1>> <<set $gfquestProgressedToday to true>><<set $gfquest to 3>> [[Go home|room_new]] <<default>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/reyes/outside.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> The waves are crashing on the shore, the storm brews at a distance and you can hear the people enjoying the cocktail party. [[Go in|Beach Hall]] <<endswitch>>

<<switch $uwlily>> <<case 3>> You make your way to the weathered driftwood bar, sneakers kicking loose sand with each step. The bar smells like coconut oil, lime, and sunscreen—summertime frozen in amber. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/bartender.jpg" width="700" alt="My Image" /></div> Behind the counter stands a sexy bartender bathed in green light. She gives you a smile as she wipes down a glass. <<say "Bartender" "left" "Images/NPC/bartender.jpg">>What can I get you, boss?<</say>> <b>Drinks</b> <span id="pinacoladaInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Pina Colada - ($10)">><<replace "#pinacoladaInfo">>This is not the right drink.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="sotbInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Sex on the Beach ($10)">><<set $money_present -= 10>><<pickup $bag "Sex on the Beach" 1>><<refreshInventory>><<run window.setTimeout(() => { Engine.play(State.passage); }, 500)>><<replace "#sotbInfo">>You got Lily a drink.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="bjInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Blowjob - - (Extra Cream) ($10)">><<pickup $bag "Blowjob" 1>><<refreshInventory>><<run window.setTimeout(() => { Engine.play(State.passage); }, 500)>><<set $money_present -= 10>><<replace "#bjInfo">>You got yourself a drink.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> <span id="martiniInfo"><<nobr>><<link "Vodka Martini -( $20)">><<replace "#martiniInfo">>This is not the right drink.<</replace>><</link>><</nobr>></span> Check your bag after you pick the items. <<if $bag.hasAll("Sex on the Beach", "Blowjob")>> <<link "Confirm Order">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "Bar">> <</link>> <<else>> <span id="drinkInfo"> <<nobr>> <<link "Confirm Order">> <<replace "#drinkInfo">> Choose proper drinks <<run window.setTimeout(() => { Engine.play(State.passage); }, 500)>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</nobr>> </span> <</if>> <<case 4>> Sse raises an eyebrow. <<say "Bartender" "left" "Images/NPC/bartender.jpg">>Extra special cream you say.<</say>> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/bartender.gif" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> She looks over his shoulder towards Lily. She meets her gaze, a knowing smirk curling at the edge of her lips. She holds it for a second longer than necessary before turning back to you, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. Then, without missing a beat, she goes on to prepare the drinks. She professionally lines up the glasses, her movements smooth and practiced. The bottles clink gently as he pours—measured, precise. A twist of the wrist, a flick of the shaker, and the scent of citrus and spirits fills the air. The whole act carries a quiet confidence, as if this—this rhythm, this performance—was second nature to her. Eventually she adds a white tablet in your drink. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/lily/drink.jpg" width="600" alt="My Image" /></div> She slides the two glases toward you with a soft smile as her eyes briefly flicks to Lily again, as if the drink carries more than just flavor. Sex on the beach has pink color and looks like any other cocktail. The Blowjob however is thick, white, you have seen nothing like it before. Ever. <<say "Bartender" "left" "Images/NPC/bartender.jpg">>Hope you like it strong<</say>> When she’s done, she garnishes the drink with a wedge of fresh pineapple and drops in a tiny pink umbrella. The glasses are cold in your hand, already sweating from the heat. <<link "Take the Drinks">> <<set $uwlily += 1>> <<goto "uw_lily">> <</link>> <<endswitch>>

<<switch $arousal_present>> <<case 100>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bbc4.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>You watch her get fucked by a Big Black Cock.</p> <<case 1>> <video width="100%" height="auto" autoplay muted loop> <source src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bbc5.mov" type="video/mp4"> </video> <p>It's an intimate porn scene.</p> <</switch>> <<default>> <<set _scene = either(0, 1, 2)>> <<switch _scene>> <<case 0>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bbc1.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The contrast looks surreal.</p> <<case 1>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bbc2.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>The size is nothing that you had expected.</p> <<case 2>> <img src="Images/mcpresent_home/porn/bbc3.gif" style="width:100%; max-width:500px; border-radius:2px;"> <p>AHHHHHHH!</p> <</switch>> <</switch>> <<link "Masturbate">> <<replace "#cumContent">> <<include "Cum">> [[Log off|room_new]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="cumContent"></div> <<if $arousal_present < 100>> <<set $arousal_present += 5>> [[Turn off|room_new]] <</if>>

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You pull the damp clothes out of the washing machine, piece by piece, shaking off the heavy cling of water. The shirts and socks slop into the laundry basket like reluctant guests. Your back already aches. The basket's heavier than you expected. You carry it to the dryer, knees slightly bent, careful not to spill. You’ve done this a hundred times, maybe more. Still, the bend of your body, the press of your shirt into the small of your back — it reminds you that you're not just bones and purpose <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/events/past/chore.jpg" width="500" alt="My Image" /></div>.<<set $arousal_past += 20>> The slow slide of warm fabric across your thighs — it should soothe something. But it doesn’t. The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the washing machine. You finish up the last of your chores and start making your way upstairs to your bedroom. [[Look out through the window|raol_old1]]

2. Cleaning the Bathroom (Moisture & Reflection) The gloves squeak slightly as you adjust them tighter over your wrists. You grip the sponge and start with the sink, scrubbing around the base of the tap, where toothpaste crust clings stubbornly. You rinse and spray again. Your tank top starts to stick at the back. It’s not even noon and already the sweat beads on your collarbone, trailing down into the space between your breasts. You move to the tub. It’s the worst of it — soap scum, a little ring of grey where the water sits. You crouch, stretch forward, scrub. The tight bend of your body pulls at your shorts, the waistband pressing into your stomach. The lemon-scented cleaner burns your nose a little. Beneath it, faint traces of your perfume — something floral, light, like a forgotten version of yourself. You wipe the mirror last. The glass is foggy from your breath. When it clears, you see yourself from the side — flushed cheeks, the rise of your chest, a line of skin peeking between fabric. You look into your eyes, longer than you meant to. You blink, clear your throat, and reach for the toilet brush. It's mechanical now. Just something to finish. 3. Ironing Shirts (Heat & Rhythm) The iron sizzles and steams as you press it down against the sleeve of his work shirt. You shift it slowly, from shoulder to cuff. Steam rises like it’s whispering things you won’t admit aloud. The heat builds in the room. You open a window but it doesn’t help much. You unbutton your blouse halfway, roll your sleeves. It sticks to your lower back anyway. You iron another shirt — his favorite, the blue one. You remember the last time he wore it. A dinner with friends. He smiled a lot. You don’t remember smiling much yourself. Your fingers glide across the warm cotton, smoothing wrinkles, aligning buttons. Each motion is methodical. Perfect. As if perfect creases could keep things from falling apart. You finish the last shirt and hang it carefully. You run the iron across the board one more time. Not for the fabric. For you. 4. Grocery Run in the Rain (Cling & Chill) The rain caught you as you stepped out of the store. You didn’t bring an umbrella. Now your dress clings to your thighs and your bra feels like wet paper. You hurry, grocery bags biting into your forearms. A carton of milk, a few vegetables, bread, eggs — the essentials. Heavy when waterlogged. You fumble with your keys outside your door, fingers trembling from the chill. You feel exposed. Not because anyone's watching — though someone is. A man across the street, half-hidden behind a car. Your eyes meet. Just for a moment. You look away quickly, not because you're shy. Just because it doesn’t matter. You get inside and drop the bags with a grunt. They slump to the floor, lettuce spilling out. You peel the dress off your body and let it drop. The fabric slaps against the tile with a wet sigh. You don’t pick it up.

<img src="Images/dreams/vintage.jpg" width="300" alt="My Image" /> You dream of a past that is yet to occur. [[Wake Up]]

You have an important Mayoral party tonight so you have to wear the suit you bought before you head out. <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/presentwear/Suit_1.jpg" width="400" alt="My Image" /></div> You rush Home quickly to change <<set $top_present to "Formal Suit">> <<set $topimgname_present to "suittop">> <<set $bottom_present to "Formal Pants">> <<set $bottomimgname_present to "suitpant">> <<set $shoes_present to "Expensive Shoes">> <<set $shoesimgname_present to "suitshoes">> [[Ball|Date_3]]

Why would you buy anything from here. [[Get Out|mall_new]]