Luxury Dependency

"Luxury Dependency," Sahar said, "You will feel uncomfortable and develop rashes, hives and other symptoms when using cheap makeup, soap, and skincare products."

Ivy sighed, "There goes my budget...but I woman has to look good, right?"

Kat rolled next, "3-1, thank God. A railroad is only $25 right?"

Ivy nodded, "Yes, and your punishment is you are more comfortable with public displays of affection."

"That's it? Oh, I guess it's just $25. I'll take it. Better than those blue properties." Kat said. She was a little nervous though. She didn't have enough to land on any of Sahar or Ivy's properties. If she did, she'd have to sell and that would be the beginning of the end. Not that she wanted Sahar to lose but she really needed Sahar to land on her property this turn.

And fortunately for Kat, unfortunately for Sahar, she did.

"Noo!" Sahar cried as the dice came to a rest. She moved her piece to Underground Fight Club, "H-how much?" She looked at Kat.

"$950."

Sahar clicked her tongue. Once again she'd have to sell. She just couldn't keep houses on green. She sold one on each green property and had enough to pay Kat, with $33 left over.

"And...what is it?" Sahar asked. This was the first time anyone had landed on the Fight Club since Kat had put a hotel on it.

Kat frowned, "I'm sorry...it says...Vengeance Delivered - Whenever someone feels wrong by you they will instinctively know that they should spank you as punishment. How many times and how hard they spank you is depended on their own perception of your misdeeds."

Sahar gulped, "Oh no..." If it had been her own perception she might have felt ok, but she could easily see others getting upset with her for things beyond her control.

Kat looked at her new pile of cash, and then down at the board. Ivy was 5 away from The Trafficking Hub and 7 away from Yakuza Headquarters. With two dice 7 was the most likely number, and 5 wasn't too bad either. Buying those houses right before passing the light blue and pink spaces was a risk, but if it worked...

"I'm buying 6 houses..." Kat placed 3 down on each and crossed her fingers.

Ivy gulped. Anything but 5 or 7...she rolled the dice.

She stared at them.

Oh no.

"7..." Kat said quietly.

Ivy slowly moved her piece and looked at Kat, waiting for the hammer to drop.

"$1400..." Kat said. Well, her gamble had certainly paid off.

Ivy tapped her fingers and started at her cards. She had ****. She mortgaged her yellows and her railroad and then started selling houses. The blues had done well for her, but the reds were worth more and she needed Sahar to land there next turn. So she reduced each blue to a single house and paid Kat, leaving herself with just $63.

"And it says your punishment is Property of the Yakuza - You will be marked with an intricate tattoo. You may never completely cover the tattoo. You will experience sharp pain around the tattoo if you disrespect Kat."

Ivy suddenly screamed as she felt thousands of needles prick her back. It only lasted a second, but it left her covered in sweat. She turned so her back faced her friends and pulled her shirt off, then waited for their response.

"Sick..." Dax whispered appreciatively.

"Hot..." Theo mumbled.

"It looks good." Sahar added.

Kat finally told her what she wanted to know, "It's a dragon. It covers your whole back. It looks pretty good actually."

Ivy sighed, "Ok. And umm...I just want to test it so don't take offense for real...you....bitch-Ah!" As soon as she called Kat a bitch she felt the same sensation of thousands of needles stabbing her. Again it passed in a second, but it left her gasping for breath, "Whoa...won't do that again."

She quickly put her shirt back on and turned around.

Kat frowned. This game was getting out of hand. It had to finish. Not that she wanted to hurt her friends, but she was determined to win herself. This was Kat's game to win now. If she could just make it past Sahar and Ivy one more time...

Or not. "8...that's strip club." At least she hadn't spent her newfound cash this time.

"It's $750," Sahar said, "And is says Stripper Name - Your new legal name is Kitty Melons. You will forget your original name and can't be convinced you ever had it, although you remember that the game gave you your current name. You will feel a shot of arousal whenever you hear your name spoken aloud and feel the need to correct someone if they call you by a different name."

Kitty blinked, "Wait...what...what was my name?"

"Kat, you're Kateryna Ivanova." Sahar said.

Kitty shook her head, "N-no. I'm Kitty Melons..." She gasped as she felt a rush of pleasure. So even speaking it herself would do that. She shook herself, "It's just a name. I'm fine."

Sahar wasn't so sure, but she she didn't see any point in saying that aloud. She looked at the board, she was right in the thick of it still. She needed a 9 to pass of all Ivy's properties, although there were a couple safe spots before then.

She tossed the dice, 7...not safe.

"Private Fitness Club. Great. What do I owe?" She asked.

"$1050," Ivy said, "And it says Personal AI Trainer will assign mandatory exercise & diet plan. Unable to eat anything not approved by AI."

Sahar looked at Kitty, "Guess we can be workout buddies." She smiled. Then she looked down and frowned. She didn't have 1050. She sold her final 3 houses on green and had just enough to pay.

Ivy went next, rolling a 7 to pass go and land on the Dairy Bar. Kitty also rolled 7 and stopped on the Underground Hideout, and then Sahar rolled 9 to land on her own Green property.

Ivy ended the safe streak with a 12, landing on Kitty's Tabloid Newspaper. She had enough money to pay it now, but how much worse could her punishment get?

Kitty let her know, "It's $950 and it says Paparazzi Curse - Strangers who catch sight of you will sometimes feel an overwhelming urge to take your photo and post it online."

"Grrreat." So now she'd be flashing people all over town AND having them post it online. Now that she was ashamed of her body, but still.

Kitty had a lot of cash now, but she decided to make sure she got past Ivy's properties before she spent it. She rolled...5. Landing on her own railroad. Now she felt safe buying hotels for her dark blue properties.

Sahar gulped. Just $85 dollars and she was so, so close to Kat's dark blue. She rolled..."7 that's...Oh no!"

Kitty looked at her sympathetically, "I'm sorry. It's $2000."

Sahar didn't have enough. She had to sell. And sell. And sell.

After selling all her houses and mortgaging everything she still didn't have enough. That was it. She was bankrupt. She looked up at Kat, "So...what's my punishment?"

Kitty gulped and opened her mouth, "It says...