One of those ring-pops for kids (costs 20 guts)

Your eye is caught by the sudden discovery of candy that you can't imagine this place's clientele possibly being interested in. This place is, above all else, not for children. Why would she be selling candy like this? It's one of those sugary, artificially fruit-flavored suckers that sits atop a plastic ring, meant to be worn on one finger while you suck it. You're so curious about its inclusion that before you fully think it through, you find yourself choosing that one.

Bubblegum appears to be surprised, but that expression is quickly replaced by her easy grin. A hint of mischief plays in her eyes as she grabs the small bag with the pinched fingers of each hand and quickly pops it open. "My, my. We've only just met and you're already giving me a ring?" she teases you. When you turn red, aghast at how she's managed to misinterpret your gesture, she laughs and shakes one hand dismissively. "No, I'm only joking! I know that's not what you were going for. I'm sure marriage is the last thing on your mind, anyway."

Once she fishes out the bright red ring sucker, she inspects it for a moment, then gives you a conspiring wink. "Hmmm! I think I see what you were going for. I know why you really chose this one."

You're baffled. You haven't actually managed to put that together yourself. Why did you pick this one?

While you're pondering the answer to that question, she grabs hold of your hand in her own slender, gloved fingers, causing your heart to skip a beat. With a tender motion, she slips the ring onto your finger, almost like you're a bride and groom at an engagement ceremony. Your heart beats harder and harder as the gorgeous clown smiles up into your eyes, holding your hand for longer than you think is strictly professional...

Then, to your surprise, Bubblegum immediately shifts the mood in the candy store from romantic to lewd. Rather than flirting, she's now being downright demonstrative, as her pink tongue emerges from her painted lips and begins to slowly circle the ring she placed upon your finger. "You were thinking about this... right?" she prods at you.

You like hadn't pictured this at all, but your eyes are now rooted on her wet tongue as it traces the circumference of the diamond shape in a slow, methodical way that no child has every eaten one of these things. Without breaking eye contact, she tilts her head slightly, then moves it downward so that her upper lip begins to suck one side of the candy. At the same time, her tongue swipes back and forth on the other side. You can see the red surface of the crystal growing slick with her saliva... and then you feel it, as the sugar begins to grow sticky on your hand.

Bubblegum doesn't let up, even as you feel yourself beginning to get erect just from watching her eat some dollar store candy. She purses her lips and then makes a loud sucking noise, still looking up into your eyes as her lips tug against the sucker. You feel her holding your hand down against the pink-painted surface of the sales counter as she sucks harder and harder, extending and distending her lips with a decidedly lewd face. Her tongue circles the increasingly slimy sucker as she works it like she's competing in a new kind of sport.

A smile plays at the corner of her puckered lips as she moves her tongue to run across your fingers. It's not sanitary, but it's hot as hell.

As if she'd made a mistake, she suddenly draws back, placing one hand over her mouth and giggling bashfully. "Oh my! I got a little carried away there, didn't I? You were quite a sport for putting up with me," she laughs, making a show of fanning herself with one hand.

The sucker and your fingers both are still sticky with saliva, but you don't even care. In fact, now you want to suck on the thing yourself. She did make it look pretty good, after all.

More importantly, perhaps, you now understand the point of the exercise-- Bubblegum's antics just now have drawn a huge crowd, who now all have their eyes rooted on her.

"Now you can help me work the register, Bowie!" the clown girl chuckles, moving aside and offering you the place where she'd normally stand. The two of you make a pretty good haul! You can still feel your heart thudding inside of your chest as you shift awkwardly, trying to hide your boner from your coworker and the many customers.

((Lost 20 guts))

((Gained 20 wealth))