Clubwear Craze Lvl. 2

"Fuck!", Cindy yelled at her phone. Not a single one of these options were any good whatsoever. The second one would likely push her to become some - some prostitute or something, which was absolutely out of the question. The third one - looking used - gave her the shudders, just thinking about what the hell it could mean. Why the fuck didn't these options come with little explanations? She gritted her teeth as she looked over her options - fine.

Better the devil you know, and all that...

Cindy tapped the first option, opting instead to 'upgrade' (she didn't believe for a second that it would be an actual upgrade) her wardrobe once more. Fuck....

Closing her eyes, wincing as her digit touched the phone screen, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, waiting for something to happen - a sudden breeze between her legs, or maybe a hot tube top replacing what she was already wearing, or something like that. But - when she opened her eyes, she found herself surprised to see that, seemingly, nothing had changed. The little mini-Cindy on the phone screen, the pixelated demon, didn't even look any different. She simply smiled smugly at the real Cindy as she so often did.

"Huh?" Cindy mumbled, taking stock and inventory of herself. Her outfit remained the same, and - a quick look in the mirror revealed that she looked the same as well! A slight frown of disappointment washed over her face. The app had gotten her all dressed up to look good, but... that was it? It wasn't going to address her unkempt hair, or her - ugh - naked face? Or just how bland her outfit really was? Sure, it was clubwear, but it was the kind of clubwear someone might put on if they wanted to try going to a club the first time. Granted, Cindy had never been to a real club, but that didn't mean that she needed to look like a rookie. Ugh.

Luckily, she could probably rectify this. Wandering back into her bedroom, she begun to methodically strip down again. There were a few risqué panties she could've donned in another life, but they'd have to stay here for now, until she got that stupid thing removed. For now, she'd just have to dress up a little more properly. She couldn't quite say with confidence if her wardrobe's contents had changed again - she hadn't taken too close a look earlier - she'd seemingly just tried to find the most boring outfit one could possibly create. Still - it didn't take her long to mentally compose an outfit that she then brought to life. Peeling herself into a black sequined halter minidress, built around an enormous diamond-shaped front panel, she admired herself in the mirror. Some greatly distressed voice in the back of her head reminded her about how she still wasn't wearing any panties, and thus couldn't bend over much - but she found herself able to reassure the voice by informing it that this outfit wouldn't permit a bra, either. The dress had huge cutouts on the sides, starting from just beneath the bust, and terminating near the upper hips, leaving a tiny, narrow waist connection to what was essentially just a short, skintight little skirt. Her back was left completely bare, of course, and she managed to pluck out a pair of black patent stiletto heels. Hot.

Almost as if running on autopilot, she then click-clacked her way into the bathroom, before getting to work applying a heavy amount of makeup she hadn't owned until just a few minutes ago. Sparing no pigment, she applied a builder-type mascara that made her lashes long and heavy, framing the effect with a dark, sultry charcoal eyeshadow and matching -liner. A sticky, glass-effect lipgloss was applied on top of her lips, and some good use of contouring and highlighting gave her face that model-esque, divalike look. She blew her reflection a kiss, grinning to herself.

And then snapped out of her trance. She squealed, looking at herself. "Fuck!" she yelled, grabbing a towel, pouring some water on it. And-

And-

She couldn't bring herself to do it. The mere idea of taking off her makeup, or easing it up left a heavy rock in her stomach, like the kind of deep discomfort the mere idea of strolling through a street in the nude would. Same went for the outfit. It looked- She looked like a total slut! It wasn't even clubbing hours! No way she could go out like this, people wouldn't do anything but stare! She felt a spiral of imagined shame grabbing hold of her mind. She could put on something else, but - she knew, deep in her core, there was no way she'd be able to bring herself to wear something so boring as what she'd worn in the past.

She heard her phone buzz, back in the bedroom, and quickly made her way over.

Once she'd fixed the tear-smeared makeup and applied a new layer, of course.

[Event Challenge!]

Looking gorgeous, girl! But what's the point of getting all dolled up and staying home?

Hit the town, and visit one nightclub, and spend at least 30 minutes there. Mini-challenges, with no consequences on a failure, will appear throughout your stay. Completing enough challenges will let you reduce the severity of a punishment, ease future challenges, remove a punishment, increase your future odds of winning, and more!

If you do not take this challenge, you will gain the following punishment: The Night Is Early