Animal Print Lover

None of the options were great, but at least this one seemed like it didn't have the potential to go off the rails, or to send her down some treacherous spirals. She gave it some thought, after making her choice. It really wasn't that bad, was it? Animal prints had a kind of vibe, y'know? They were kinda hot. They added something exotic to an outfit, something wild and sexy which Cindy loved.

Catching herself mid-daydream, Cindy jerked herself upright. That wasn't at all why she'd chosen that option! That was just the option that seemed less likely to... backfire, so to speak. And she knew she wouldn't have liked it if the app hadn't - bent reality or whatever it did. She was glad it had, of course, because animal print stuff was great, but she knew she shouldn't think that!

Ugh.

Cindy looked down at herself.

Ah.

That explained why she felt a little bit more chilly. Either gradually, or instantaneously, but certainly without her noticing, her former attire had dissolved, or simply - simply exchanged with what she now wore, which - admittedly, she did like a lot more than the boring outfit she'd just been in, but she knew very well that that was the game's doing. For indeed, where there had once been a rather bland and generic t-shirt, and a set of loose-fitting denim jeans, Cindy's outfit had been wholly reworked. When she hadn't been looking - or perhaps it'd always been there, as of just now - the aforementioned generic garments had been replaced with a barely-there leopard-print minidress. Shape-wise, it had the look of the 'sexy short black dress' that was so famous for its simplicity and success - but it was shorter still, and visibly, notably tight enough to pinch her skin inwards a little at the edges, enforcing just a slight amount of the so-called skindentation. Snug and slutty still, it also sported a mesh section on each side, exposing just enough skin to remind everyone who'd look at her just how little she was actually wearing. And below? Normally she didn't wear her shoes inside, but now, as she looked down - a pair of matching leopard-print wedge sandals were wrapped around her feet, with what looked like a three, almost four-inch heel to them. Shit. Looking back up, and gingerly towards the living room mirror, she looked at her reflection with-

With horror.

She looked like a tart. Like, part party girl, part trashy, part- part slut. Somehow her nails worked perfectly into this outfit.

The worst was arguably how she knew the outfit was, objectively, not her, and to yet feel at the same time just how much she loved it.

"God..", Cindy mumbled aloud. But before she could give more verbose, eloquent verbal insight into the matter - there was a knock on the door, which indeed made her jump. Shit!

Oh god. There's no fucking way she could answer the door looking like - like this! Shit! She carefully moved towards the door, feeling the slight clack of her wedge heels as she approached.

"Uh, who is it?", she called out.

"Uh, Chris?", came the familiar voice from the other side of the door. Chris was her neighbor - he lived just on the other side of the hall. There was no fucking way she could let him see her dressed as some - some wannabe tramp!

"You busy? I can come back later," he added after a second. Shit shit shit shit. Uh. Think. "Uh, sorta! I'm- I just got out of the shower. What's up?", she yelled, feeling warmth spreading across her cheeks.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down.

[Lied To A Man: +5% Bad Girl]

"Oh, I - just wanted to let you know I'm having some guys over later, so there might be a bit of noise, is that okay?"

Cindy gritted her teeth. No it was NOT fucking okay, the last thing she needed while wrangling some cursed fucking phone app was a school of bros hanging around. "No - I - Just. Try to keep it down a little, yeah?", she replied. She couldn't quite say no without opening the door and all. By this point, most people would've had a towel nearby.

"Yeah, sure sure. You feeling OK?", he asked, perhaps even with a touch of genuine concern.

"Peachy! Never better!", Cindy replied, as if on autopilot. "Just, uh. Shower and all. You know."

[Lied To A Man: +5% Bad Girl]

"Yeah, alright. Have a good one," she heard him say. "You too!", she called back out, real loud, way too late, feeling - feeling so silly.

Her phone buzzed again. She looked down.

[Rude To A Man: +5% Bad Girl]

[Bad Girl Streak: +5% Bad Girl]

[20% Threshold Reached! Click to Resolve]

She tapped the message, with a mixture of dread and curiosity swelling within her.

And promptly blacked out.

She woke up some time later - or, perhaps even instantly. She had no way to tell, as it happened - but it felt as if she'd just blacked out. Like the whole world had gone dark for a moment, like a flicker, about as fast as a blink of the eye, while simultaneously as slow as a groggy Sunday morning. With a groan, she raised a hand to the side of her head, and looked around herself - she could barely see anything. Some shelves, maybe? In front of her, a narrow strip of light by the floor - and reaching forwards, she found her suspicion to be correct, as her hand ran into a door handle. Tentatively - slowly - she opened it, letting bright light spill into the room she was in - revealing it to be something like a janitor's closet. Looking down, she frowned. She was holding onto something.

To be precise, she couldn't help but to be holding onto something. She couldn't bring her hand to relax. It didn't hurt, but -

Oh god.

With her eyes acclimatizing to the new lighting, she began to identify her current location - a janitor's closet? Something buzzed in the back pocket of her microshorts. No...

She reached back - with her other hand - and fished it out, looking at the notification.

[Bad Girl Challenge: Give the CEO A Blowjob Before you leave the building. Reward: Reset Bad Girl Points. Punishment: Oral Sex Addiction]

Oh god. She peeked out the open portion of the door, trying to get some information on where she was, exactly. She could hear phone calls. High heels. Keyboards. Distant chattering.

And on the end of the hallyway she was in.

The SiliTech logo. The very company she'd spent almost a year fighting against, to the point where the majority of their employees surely knew her face by now. This couldn't - this couldn't be happening.

God.

She couldn't...

She couldn't betray her entire cause like that. She'd turn the entire movement into a joke if the word got out, which it would. She'd never be taken seriously ever again. Her co-activists would hate her. The public would think she was some sell-out skank. But the alternative was equally bad. She'd end up doing what the app clearly wanted her to do anyways, just to - other people, presumably. She could fight it, but if the app could just - just fucking teleport her?! Cindy glanced out the window. Her phone buzzed again, as if to remind her of the horrible, horrible choice waiting for her....