As well as you expected

The digital numbers above the door continues to ticks down towards the lounge level as Eliza stared at her reflection in the polished brass doors. Her dress emphasized her curve greatly, the plunging neckline and short hem leaving just enough to the imagination to make the mind race. Her mom choose it for her to "impress" the businessmen, and Eliza hated it.

This isn’t happening. This is insane. Magical mind-control apps aren't real. I must have hit my head, she thought, thinking back to that bizarre app and it's punishments. Just then the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to reveal the opulent hotel lounge. She immediately sees her mother Penelope standing with two men in tailored suits.

Oh, god. Three. She thought back to the Crowd Pleaser punishment. "Ah, there you are, darling!" Penelope said with enthusiasm. The two businessmen turned and the man with silvering hair and a politician's smile let out a whistle. "Wow Penelope, you failed to mention your daughter is such a vision. That dress is... breathtaking."

Eliza felt a hot flush of indignation. You old lech... Stop glaring at me! But the thought died before it reach her lips. She felt her smile widen, becoming less demure and more... inviting. Her head tilted coquettishly.

"Why, thank you," she purred, one hand coming to rest on her hip in a show-off pose. "It's so sweet of you to notice. I just had to wear something special for such important company." She replied teasing and with a playful lilt she had never used. The second businessman’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. The first looked pleasantly surprised. Penelopeis surprised at first, before her shock face quickly turned into a sly smile, clearly misinterpreting the performance as a newfound dedication to the company's interests.

What?! Mother this isn't me! Eliza screamed internally. The emboldened silver-haired man chuckled. "Well, we're certainly the lucky ones."He said as he reached into his inner suit pocket and pulled out a notebook. "I was just telling your mother, I had some preliminary figures I wanted to-"

As he's taking it out, he sees Eliza giving him a seductive smile and sway of her hips in response to his word causing his grip fumbled. The notebook clattered onto the marble floor and stoping near Eliza’s feet.

She immediately began to bend her knees to retrieve it. But the punishment kicked in and her legs locked. Instead, she hinged forward at the waist.

No, not the waist! Bend at the knee!

The already-short dress rode up dramatically, flashing a couple of people behind her to an unobstructed view of her backside. She can hear gasp and whistles behind her, clearing catching the attention of a few businessmen. She picked up the notebook and straightened up, presenting it to the stunned man with that same unwavering smile.

"Here you go," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. Internally she is screaming.

Oh god! What is happening to me?! This is so not happening!!

Penelope’s face is a mask of shock and horror. She'd hope that her daughter would come to terms with the nature of doing business, but to this degree and this quickly? She gulp down a lump of saliva as she tried to remain silent.

"I... see," the man with the notebook said.

Eliza couldn't take anymore humiliation. She had to get out. Now.

"If you'll all please excuse me for just a moment," she said, the smile never faltering, though her voice had a strained edge. "I just need to... freshen up. I'll be right back."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked with her hips swaying teasingly. Crowd Pleaser is still in effect, goddammit!. The moment the lounge door swung shut behind her, the compulsion eased. She broke into a near-run on her heels, bursting into the empty bathroom and slamming her back against the door, her chest heaving.

Oh my god. Oh my god. I just flashed some business associates. I talked like a... a call girl! Mother is going to think I'm turning into a slut!

Her hands are trembling so badly she could barely grip her phone. She fumbled with the screen and opened the cursed "Gem Ladies" app.

The main menu is still obnoxiously pink. Tapping frantically, she went straight to the "Punishments" screen. The three active curses were listed, taunting her.

[Crowd Pleaser] - ACTIVE

[Bend At The Waist] - ACTIVE

[Corrective Action] - ACTIVE

Win a round to remove 3 punishments!

"Okay, okay, just win. You can do this," she muttered to herself shakily. She tapped "Play."

The level loaded. It is deceptively simple-looking, but she stood no chance of winning in her state of panic. She made stupid moves, mismatched gems, and watched the timer tick down with a growing sense of despair.

The infuriatingly cheerful "Uh oh! You lost!" message popped up inevitably.

"Better luck next time! Stick around to choose your punishment!"

The avatar that looked just like her appeared on screen, this time with a mock-pout. Eliza stared in horror as a new black box faded into view.

PUNISHMENTS

[Sexy Maid]

[Oral Fixation]

[Sore Knees]