+3% Score Multiplier

This wasn't her first rodeo. Well - she'd never been to an actual rodeo, but she'd dabbled in enough computer games when she was younger to know the value of economy-boosting upgrades in games that used an economy. It was a positive feedback loop; earning more points would let her in turn earn more points, which usually - somehow - translated to letting her improve her point earnings, and so the cycle fed itself again and again.

It was a mechanic similar to many real systems. If you were a rich person, earning money was way easier than if you had been poorer - a fact Cindy had parroted many times when she fought for broader causes of social justice and equality. But, that's a digression. The point was that her choice made sense. She could remove her inability to wear anything but the most slutty of barely-there microskirts, but then she'd likely just fail the next one, and she'd keep spiraling from one punishment to another.

Normalize sounded terrifying. Presumably, it'd either make her see all the changes done to her as normal, as her default - which might indeed mean some major changes to the kind of person she was, if she was comfortable waltzing around like a porn actress waiting for her big break.

Cindy's shiny-gaudy acrylics produced a resonant clack against the glass of her phone screen, and a little +3 % text swirled around on the screen. The little avatar-Cindy jumped in joy, the barely-there microskirt bouncing up to expose her panties underneath, which made the pixel-thot blush and giggle, holding a long-nailed hand over her face.

Cindy felt an inexplicable sensation of relating to her. With the newest edits made to her brain, she couldn't fully set aside the possibility that she'd ever 'accidentally' flash someone like that.

She'd probably look hot doing it, too, a part of her informed her. Happily.

She snapped herself out of her miniature-fantasy, looking down at her phone again. The [Next Level] button taunted her with its siren song. Now she'd have an edge, and could probably - at least somewhat - start to work her way towards removing these punishments...

Cindy felt relieved, truth be told - and wandered down to her couch, slumping down - only to then feel and see just how scandalously little her skirt once more covered - had there been anyone else in the room, they'd have a near-direct line of sight to her panties, which were more modest than the rest of her. Maybe they'd like that, though. But- First?

She had a game to win. Punishments to remove. Then she could drop by those guys and see how turned on they got-

The music blared from her phone. Oh, right! The game! She snapped out of the fantasy and re-focused, sort of, tapping away. 3 % wasn't nothing, but it also wasn't a lot. The chief difference was the hope - for once it didn't at least feel like it was rigged.

12 Seconds left.

7 Seconds.

3 Seconds.

1 Second.

The klaxon buzzed in a scream of failure. A popup appeared, reducing the Level counter back down from 2 to 1.

[Fall From Grace! Punishments Intensified]

[Choose A Punishment]

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