Agree to participate in the promotion

You sigh, twiddle your fingers, rub your feet, chew on your hair, and bite your lip. Your body is desperately trying to stop you from saying what you are about to say. “F-fine, I´ll be your model. How hard can it be?”

“Yes, thank you!”

“S-so, should I start dancing or…”

“Oh, we are not doing it here on the store.”

“W-what do you mean?”

With the sun in the sky and the warm sand under your feet, you are back at the beach. Fliers and banners promote the store while loud music blares from the next-gen speakers. The little party is set up near the changing cabins.

Onlookers are slow to approach, but more and more people trickle in thanks to the free drinks and music. They dance, laugh, eat, and stare at you, mostly. Under the banner of the electronic store, all you can do is shuffle your legs tepidly while bobbing up and down. Your little jig isn´t even going along with the music, but your arms are a bit busy hugging yourself to dance freely.

“Boo!” a man yells.

“Move your hips!”

“Shake your arms!”

“Come on girl,” The blue-haired clerk nudges you. “Dance for real or we are not going to give you anything.”

You swallow. “O-ok.” Your knees twist more rapidly. Slowly, painfully, your arms leave your intimates to join in with the shake that the rest of your body is doing.

“Yeah, that´s what I´m talking about!”

“Now we can party for real!”

{if Ropa < 3}“Shake those titties.”{endif}

“How dare you, this is a family beach!”

{if Bully > 1}“Wasn´t she the streaker from before?”

“I guess she is an exhibitionist.” {endif}

{If Ropa > 4} Yes, you are covered and not really naked, but that doesn’t make your little saunter any less awkward. Before this week, not even Sabrina saw you in your underwear, and now you are showing off your nonexistent dance skills to what feels like a legion of people. Not to mention that half the crowd still stare at you like you are wearing nothing.

{else if Ropa = 3} You try to keep one hand on your crotch, but not only is it hard to do while moving at the rhythm of the music, but the crowd also begins to boo you when they realize what you are doing. With gritted teeth, you keep your dance, trying to ignore the laser-focused stares aiming directly at your exposed skin.

{else if Ropa = 2}You try to keep one hand on your chest, but not only is it hard to do while moving at the rhythm of the music, but the crowd also begins to boo you when they realize what you are doing. With gritted teeth, you keep your dance, trying to ignore the laser-focused stares aiming directly at your exposed skin.

{else if Ropa = 0}Everyone is staring, most aren´t polite in where they aim their eyes. Yikes, did someone turn up the heat? Wasn´t this a family beach or something? Why yes, while the young townspeople love your dance, you can already see the judgmental older generation scoffing behind the crowd. You close your eyes and try to move your body to the rhythm to try and ignore the world. {endif}

The music stops, it´s time for a corporate-mandated ad. You read the cardboard cue card that the blue-haired girl is holding up. “S-swing by the Lake Electronic Store and b-buy one of these next 3D Sound r-radios for your house, the neighbors will love it! R-remember at the L.E.S, w-we have more! Ugh...”

The music turns up, and the party resumes, you kept doing your silly shuffle that everyone pretends to like. Seconds turn to minutes as minutes turn to hours, or at least that´s what it feels like.

You open your eyes again and gasp. While there were a couple of people dancing in the sand before, now it´s a mosh pit. Where did they all come from? You even spot a handful of college students from the university next door. And they all are staring at…

“Ok, that´s it! I´m done.” You stop dancing. Nope. That´s too much. “I did what you asked. Where is my reward?”

“Yes, thank you! You´ve been a great help. Go ahead and take your complementary radio along with an item of your choosing.”

Well, what do you chose?