Challenge Mode

There was no fucking way that Cindy was going deeper into this fucking rabbit hole. The first two were clearly designed to build on what had just happened, and - clearly, the app was trying to ruin her life. She'd even checked - she couldn't even disable her online socials, the buttons were somehow just - greyed out. Likes and comments were pouring in still, albeit at a slower rate, both good and bad - from what she knew of social media, it meant that the post was losing traction, but also that most people who in theory would see it, had seen it. Her.

She chose the bottom option. It was fine - she didn't need to match gems or the likes, she just - she just needed to win a game of something, or do a challenge or whatever, then she'd be able to undo the last punishment. Because that's what the game meant, right? It'd make it so it never happened. Clearly this app was fucked up in some- somehow it must've been able to hack her, or something, or someone was playing a prank on her. It didn't matter. She just needed to move on and plug this leak ASAP.

A little pink wheel turned and turned in the app, loading - something. A moment or so later, the game had reappeared, looking different. The point score meter was still there, as was the timer - but the game board had been replaced by a trio of text boxes, each listed with a point score next to it.

Oh god.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Cindy looked at the app. A little popup near the bottom read 'Complete challenges to earn points! Complete at least one challenge before the timer runs out, or face an automatic punishment! Completing any challenge resets the timer and replaces all challenges!'. The little pixelated version of Cindy was still there, in some kind of idle 'thinking' animation, which of course had her sucking on an oversized lollipop.

Looking closer, Cindy's eyes widened at a little footnote near the bottom.

Earning 10 000 points will let you remove one punishment!

Shit. Okay, so not all was lost, then? Was that what she was supposed to take out of this? Fine, okay. She could play ball...

She looked down at the challenges.

Cindy looked at the challenges, producing a wry grimace as the . She needed 10 000 points, it'd seem, for the app to hopefully fix things. If these challenges were representative of things to come, she was thoroughly fucked. This was worse, way worse...

[Time Remaining: 3:59:59] [Score: 0] [Inactivity punishment: Personality Change: Antifeminist]

[3500 points] Sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

[5 000 points] Ask a stranger to rate the fuckability of your body out of 10.

[7 000 points] Get the Silitech logo tattoed on your upper arm.