It's just a video game anyway - whip it out!

You're horrified for a few moments before you realize, none of this is real! It's all obviously just a huge video game your sister has somehow trapped you inside. And since that's the case, nothing you do in here has any consequences. Which means there's absolutely no problem just going ahead and whacking off. (You try not to notice that your Sanity meter is starting to decline.)

Shrugging, you tug down your pants and underwear and get to work. From one touch, you know something's wrong: you've never been this sensitive before. Every tug on your rapidly hardening dick feels like some heavenly ministration, and you start moaning involuntarily. You've never moaned before.

When people pass by you and notice what you're doing, most of them either gape or blush and hurry past you, shaking their heads in disgust. A few of them drop what they're doing and move away with their cell phones out, probably calling the cops. As more and more people see you touching yourself, the pleasure starts being outweighed by the embarrassment. You're sure your face is bright red, and a heat pervades the area from your chest down into your dick. It stops being pleasurable to run your hand up and down your shaft, and you hoist your clothes back up onto your body and turn to walk. Where you go doesn't matter as long as it's not here.

As you start to push back through the crowd, you hear a siren coming up the street behind you. Before you can get far enough away, someone has pointed you out to the police officer, who runs over to you.

"I'm gonna need you to stop right there, son, and come with me."

bitch: Listen, officer, there's been a misunderstanding....

No words come out of your mouth, though, which seems weird, because the cop definitely talked.

Sarah: Oh, did you think you could talk for yourself? That's a 'nope' on that one, bro.

Your mouth begins to move without you telling it to. "What's the matter, officer, can't a guy masturbate in peace around here?"

Shit.

The cop looks at you with narrowed eyes. "Right, get in the car." Before you can respond, he pulls your hands around your back and handcuffs them together, then shoves you roughly in the direction of the car. Just before you enter the cop car, you notice the timer in the bottom corner of your vision. Five seconds left before you fail the 'quest'.

Sarah: Also, just to let you know, this is definitely real life.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.