Saturday morning visit

Despite staying up so late, you manage to wake up early in the morning and make your way to see your father. Nadia is still asleep when you leave, and Karina's room is dark. She probably stayed the night with Mia or something.

As you sit on the train, headed to Park Place Avenue, you consider what Nadia said last night. All things considered, you know your wife. She isn't bisexual. Or, at least, she wasn't. Is this the app's doing? Her scores did jump significantly. Is that because of her passion being "re-ignited," or was her passion re-ignited because of her scores? The line is blurring between the woman you fell in love with and the machinations of the Affection Multiplier. Or did you never know her at all? No longer in the heat of the moment, you begin to worry about what she said. She wants to explore everything with you? Some people have an open relationship, sure, but she has never been like that. And the worst part is - this is exactly what you asked for. A way to love them all, together. So why does it feel so strange? So foreign. Alien. The line of thinking only raises other concerns: Karina's sudden jealousy, Mia's sudden bravery, Ana's sudden affection. It is as though the app is warping the women around you. Even more concerning, you know there is no way to stop it.

The train comes to a stall, snapping you from your thoughts. You disembark, make your way to the nursing facility, and plant a knock on Donna's office door. As before, she is beautiful. She drags you inside, provides an update on your father, and gives you a pointed look. Your mind is elsewhere. You try to listen, though, and you hear that part of your loan has been forgiven. She managed to involve a charity organization. They're going to pay off roughly twenty percent on your behalf - truly an act of God, she says.

It is wonderful news, but the words ring hollow. Her voice is distant. You know why Donna has managed this for you - the app. Once again, it is altering your life in a way that you never could on your own. Or never would. You try to act excited, and she purrs in response.

After your business is done, she kisses you. Her lips are like satin, but your heart isn't in it this time. Your skin is numb to her touch. You fuck her anyways. You have to - you need her to continue helping you. She thanks you afterward, her scores already shooting ever higher you know, and you leave.

You sit back down on the train with a hollow pit forming in your stomach. Donna quickly slides into the past, forgotten for now. Your girls - will they still be the same when your goal is achieved? Will they even be themselves anymore? Or will the butterfly effects of this application alter them even more?

You return home in a daze. It's nearly nine in the morning. When you walk inside, you find two people sitting in the living room, talking casually while the TV runs in the background: Nadia and Ana.