On a bench outside

You awaken sitting upright. You clear your head and assess your surroundings, a sense of relief filling you as you take note of the lack of buzzing in your crotch. Sitting on a bench in the middle of the city, you’re still wearing the unreasonably short dress picked out for you by Samantha. You’re catching several sideways glances, no doubt enjoying the peek they’re getting at your nipples, which shouldn’t be visible to any degree.

“Good morning, Em!” Samantha practically sings. “You weren’t in much of a state to buy the dress so I went ahead and got it for you. With your money, of course. It was only $60, pretty cheap for such a hot little item.” That is not cheap!

Money Lost: $60, Current: $15

“So Emilia, what’s next on your agenda?” You cross your arms, refusing to answer your very mean friend who did a very mean thing for a very mean reason. Well… her reason wasn’t mean, she just wanted you to look good. But she was mean about it! “…Emilia? C’mon, you can’t stay mad at me!”

You can and you will! You look away with a “Hmph!”

“I’m sorry girl, I know that was a little ****, but you were gonna buy more of those frumpy clothes you wore when we were younger! I couldn’t let that happen. Your new fashion sense is so much better! I gotta keep you on track, you know? Besides, if you walked away empty-handed, I’d feel like I let you down...” For her closing argument, she wraps you in a hug, rubbing her face against yours. Remembering the soft moments you’ve shared with Samantha in the past, it’s hard to stay mad at her like this...

“…Fine, fine. I forgive you,” you grumble.

“Awesome! Where to next?” the redhead asks.

“Gym time!” you say with fire in your eyes.

“Aww, can’t we go get something to eat first? I’m huuuuuuuungry. You keep trying to go to the gym like you’re on some kind of schedule, but the gym’s not going anywhere.”