Get a Neuralink credit card

Getting a Neuralink credit card was easy. It didn't even have a high interest rate. With it at my disposal I had an unlimited line of credit to pay my rent and buy food. Unfortunately the trade offs weren't the easiest to deal with. Before I received the card, I had to get a Neuralink Implant. My orgasms were now the property of the Neuralink Company, and as long as I was in debt to them I wouldn't be getting any.

With the Neuralink device permanently implanted into my brain, I got my new card and promptly paid my rent and bought groceries. I that my first charge would initiate the "incentive features," but nothing could of prepared me for how bad it was.

In order to "encourage" their customers to pay their bill and not just keep spending, customers were subjected to Neuralink's "constant arousal" feature. By the time I got home from the grocery store, my cunt was a dripping mess. All I wanted to do was lock myself up in my bedroom and fuck myself to orgasm with my favorite vibrator.