Collect your wages and tips, then head home with David to get some sleep.

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You carefully collect the bills tucked into your tube top and skirt, smoothing them out and counting with a satisfied smile. The purple-haired staffer—whose name tag reads "Violet"—hands you an envelope with your wages.

"Platform dancers get paid nightly," she explains, watching you wiggle excitedly. "Jamie says come back tonight. You're a natural."

"Like, thank you so much!" you beam, tucking everything into your tiny purse. Between wages and tips, you've earned nearly £800 for the night—not bad for shaking your enhanced assets for a few hours.

David pushes himself away from the bar where he's been watching you all night, looking exhausted but still alert. His eyes drop to your cleavage before he catches himself.

"Ready to go?" he asks, jingling his car keys. "You must be knackered."

"Totes," you agree, suddenly aware of how your feet throb in your platform heels. "I need, like, serious beauty sleep."

The ride home is quiet, dawn just beginning to lighten the eastern sky. Your mind feels foggy—the Show-Off Slut kink satisfied for now, but the Plugged-in Princess need growing more urgent with each passing minute. You can feel your thoughts becoming simpler, your IQ beginning its slow descent.

When you arrive at the flat, David unlocks the door and you both stumble inside, the exhaustion of the long night hitting you hard. He watches you curiously as you head straight for your bedroom.

"I'm gonna, um, get ready for bed," you announce, tugging at your silver tube top. "Night!"

Inside your bedroom, you strip off your clubwear and stand naked before the full-length mirror. Your reflection startles you briefly—platinum blonde hair cascading past your shoulders, plumped lips still glossy, enhanced C-cup breasts perfect and perky. The girl looking back at you bears no resemblance to Rob.

You rummage through the dresser until you find what you're looking for—a small pink silicone plug you'd discovered earlier among the purchases David made. Perfect for satisfying your Plugged-in Princess kink overnight.

You grab some lube from the nightstand and carefully prepare yourself, gasping softly as you work the plug into place. The effect is immediate—your thoughts sharpen, the mental fog lifting as your kink is satisfied.

"Oh thank god," you whisper, feeling your brain function returning. "So much better."

Instead of putting on pajamas, you crawl naked into bed, remembering how your Show-Off Slut kink requires revealing outfits to maintain your intelligence. Even alone, you feel compelled to follow its dictates—and besides, your body looks too good to cover up.

You set your phone on the nightstand, watching as Becky's smiling face appears on screen.

"Sweet dreams, babe!" she chirps. "Don't forget—double Babe Bucks for Sunday's first spins! "

You're too exhausted to respond, your eyes already closing as your head hits the pillow. The plug ensures you'll wake with your wits intact, ready to continue your journey toward those 10,000 Babe Bucks and potential restoration.

11:30 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Riley's Bedroom, Putney Flat, London