Plans & Reality

Nermeria considered her options throughout the night, and narrowed it down to 4 different avenues to escape her current situation.

Pathway one was the most obvious, but also the least likely to work: simply pay a surgeon to remove. She knew nothing of surgery, which meant, annoyingly, she'd have to find someone who'd do it. Keeping it in the back of her mind, Nermeria moved to option two, where she went back to the bank and tried her best to work and steal objects, hopefully one which might free her. That option sat well with her roguish self, but she also considered option three: trying to 'complete' the set as it repeated a few times. There was a city library, and with enough research, perhaps she could track down the old coot who made this. Option four was the worst one, the nuclear option: contact the mods. They had their own section of the city. She felt like she would be banned and probably humiliated, so that was the last resort.

Right. Nermeria looked at her clock and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Option 5, she guessed, would be someone pulling her out of the machine and saving her ass completely. That was a hope and a prayer. Outside people on forums she accosted and jeered at, she basically cut contact with old friends once she moved cross country. Her family, no cousins or siblings, never checked on her, the last message she received being probably 5 years ago. All her bills were automatic, and her rent came straight from her portfolio, meaning she wouldn't stop paying.

Fuck. Nermeria sighed to herself, and wished she just had been a bit more social. The thought stuck in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

Alexander Mimez laughed at his girlfriends expression, enjoying her face as she emerged from her FBMMORPG setup. They'd just had a long, long, session in the virtual reality both had spent years developing.

"I'm gonna get you back for that, you know." Sarah Gailem said to Alex, smirking at him. He knew it wasn't an empty threat, especially since she'd gotten him trapped in gear worse then his own inventions before.

The two had met nearly 4 years ago when Medieval Times was first being developed, and as they began to take on more responsibility as Lead Dev's, they grew closer and closer. Eventually, they hit off completely, and both reveled their secret fetish: roleplaying. Without a doubt, it started normally, progressing to costumes and props, then full fake erotic campaigns. One day they tried it in the Alpha version of Medieval Times, and things quickly spiraled out of control from there. Of course, no one ever knew better, since all the items, actions, skills and associated stuff were NPC only, meaning not a single player could access all the erotic content they'd added to the game. Not even the upper tier devs knew, only their close friend who one time bailed them out from a very...sticky situation.

"Oh, I know." He said, kicking his feet back up. "How'd you like ol' Argathus?"

"Lovely, just....umm...great.." His girlfriend replied, looking blissful from the past 12 hours of orgasm after orgasm. Alex was a simple man, preferring virtual sex, but Sarah loved a storyline. Sometimes Alex joked he needed 1000 word essays just to get her off. The two moved on from the topic.

"Ready to go?" Alex asked. Sarah looked shocked and checked the time.

"Our flights! We'll be late!" Sarah gasped.

"Relax, moved 'em to later. Don't you worry babe." Alex said as he closed his eyes to relax a bit. When they opened back up, Sarah was dressed and ready to go, and working on her laptop. Alex slowly shut it for her.

"Come on Sarah. No work, our vacation is starting." He fake begged.

"Fine, fine." She said, logging off for the time being. Waving her computer goodbye, she dreamed of the cruise, beaches, and jungles which would make up their next four weeks. And that promotion she was promised, finally moving on from development into administration. Alex dreamed of the new project he would begin working on when he got back, a sci-fi FBMMORPG named Future Times.

Life was, for the both of them, great.

Nermeria groaned, slapping her alarm until she realized she was hitting solid wood, and she wasn't in her apartment, but in her bed in Medieval Times. Right...the cursed stuff. Looking at the time, Nermeria nearly shit a brick when she realized she'd be late to work at the bank! Fuck, not another spanking!

Thankfully, there was not another spanking, but the reason for it was perhaps worse.

"I....it's just lovely. I understand why you were late, Rosey Cheeks. I mean, goodness, how proper your ass looks plugged." Mr. Matthews, her boss at the bank said with a smile. She had been bent over in preparation for a spanking, but apparently, not only was the chastity belt invisible, it allowed direct access to her butt. She felt the plug slip out, and she moved her hand to touch the plug. A hand swatted her away.

"I don't recall saying hands off the desk." Her boss said, making her nod and place them back on. Damnit, this was utterly humiliating.

He seemed to enjoy bringing the plug in, then out, and back in, before giving it a good shove and patting it in place. Nermeria felt a flush of gross....arousal at it all, and was unable to stop herself from gasping.

"Sh, Ms. Richardson. Your tardiness is excused, but I expect you to be arriving early every single morning unless you have my permission. Understood?" Mr. Matthews said, getting a 'Yes, sir' from Nermeria. He responded with a firm pat on her ass and putting her pencil skirt down for her.

She began her shift at the desk, and immediately began to crash and burn. Counting was....hard. Really hard. Every time she messed up and the NPC or adventurer would help her a bit. When she got her 15 minute break, she had one of the girls whisper to her.

"Use your fingers to count! It definitely helps!" She said, and Nermeria tried that. Her brain was still exhausted, and on her next 15 minute break, she was happy just to sit in the breakroom and check her GUI.

Skill Check - Major Failure! Having an intelligence less then 2 meant you could not count the coins properly in the teller minigame.

(Notification Repeated x 34)

Skill Check - Failure! Having an intelligence less then 2 meant you could not count the coins properly in the teller minigame. However, use of Count on Hands Technique lowered intelligence requirement by .5.****

(Notification Repeated x 13)

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Nermeria rubbed her temples. Fuck. She was a certified _idiot. _The cycle repeated over and over until lunch, and Nermeria found herself just listening to what people told her, which ended her up in Mr. Matthews desk, who asked if she wanted lunch. Feeling a rumble in her stomach, she nodded, happy to take a break from the days struggle.

However, of course, Nermeria's lunch was not so simple. He rolled back from oddly modern looking desk and unzipped his trousers, pointing at his dick with a grin. "Lunch is served, Miss Richardson."

She had no will to refuse, and merely shuffled her way over, biting her lip unconsciously and asking, like a robot. "For me?" No words came out of her mouth until she finished sucking her bosses dick, and he finished inside her mouth. Not knowing what was going on inside her head, Nermeria continued licking until he said to stop, and finally, stood her up, patted her on her ass, and sent her to go get lunch for the bank.

She had time to check her interface as she waited for the food cart.

Skill Check - Major Success! Having a seduction above 7 allowed you to seduce your way into some extra lunch!

Skill Check - Major Success! Having a seduction above 8 made your boss finish quickly, and have a memory he'll want to repeat every, single, day.

God damnit. Nermeria rubbed her temple once more as she put the food for everyone, realizing they had sent her on purpose, seeing as she had been the one fucking up the most. The minute the clock hit 2, she was happy to rush out of their, not a single thought of the vault on her mind. Once she was home, she sat on her couch with her head in her hands, not eager to get up after such a mentally exhausting day. A knock roused her, and she saw the glitchy man from the bar she served as a wench.

Great. About to speak up to him, he spoke to her first. "Shift tonight....you....late....not again."

Nermeria nodded, and found herself going up the steps before she stopped herself. Wait a minute, what was she doing? She didn't want to work there tonight, she wanted to rest, go to the library, and maybe try to get cash from her actual account. Before she knew what her hands were doing, they touched the wench uniform, and the boots lit up, equipping her outfit for her in an instant. The heels, in cahoots with the hand wraps, made her unconsciously walk downstairs, and before she knew it, she was walking with the man to the tavern.

Mayb-maybe....she reasoned with herself. Maybe she needed the coppers. That was why she 'chose' to go with him. Definitely. Hitting the ground running, Nermeria found herself ran ragged, especially as she struggled to remember food and drinks order, and even worse, lacked the coordination needed sometimes. Her uniform was soaking wet by the end of the night, and she, **** not to have customers hate her, was stumbling drunk from all the free drinks she'd gotten. Starving from the days work, she eagerly devoured the offered food before heading out.

Walking home, she felt her bosom, filled to the brim with coppers clinking and _clanking. _Laying on her houses couch, she popped up the GUI and skimmed the contents, as fuzzy as the text was.

Reputation Changed!:

Reputation(s) for - Asburn:

Empty-Headed (Lvl. 5). Description- Through your actions, you've pretty much proven to everyone who knows you that you're not the brightest. This allows you to seem more approachable, yet opens you up to be targeted by more unscrupulous persons. Don't worry, smarts aren't everything! (Increased due to continued errors in Wench minigame and massive failure in Teller minigame)

Push-Over (Lvl. 5). Description- Through your actions, you've pretty much proven to everyone that you have no will at all. This makes you more likely to be seen as 'innocent' in cases of questionable guilt, but also makes you more likely to be taken advantage of. Just find the right crowd, and you'll be just fine! (Given due to failure to address groping in wench minigame and not standing up to your boss)[LVL 5 LOCKS CERTAIN CHOICES]

Lightweight (Lvl. 1). Description- Through your actions, you've acquired a minor reputation of being bought one drink, and hitting the floor afterwards! This makes you more likely to have drinks bought for you, but increases all **** debuffs by 10 percent. (Given due to continued drinking during wench minigame)

Quest(s) Progress/Started!:

Hidden in Plain Sight - You've begun a game of hidden exhibitionism and sexual acts with your boss. Make sure you're there every morning and lunch, counting his stacks!

Wench Job (Repeat Daily) - You've become so used to working as a wench during the night, you don't know what to do with yourself if you miss a shift! Quest will auto-equip needed equipment for your ease, and if too late, teleport you to your work!

Special Ability Acquired!:

Storing it close! (Lvl. 1 of ??) - You've gained the ability to store small objects in your bosom region, you clever girl! Of course, everyone now will want to help you skip having to put it in yourself!

Nermeria groaned as she read everything, and was happy when she passed out, still clad in the wenches outfit, copper coins spilling out onto her bed. She didn't look forward to tomorrow.