“… have called the police.”

“You… what?”

She nods with a determined furrow on her brow. I wait for clarification, or for her expression to break, for the joke to cave… but I am given none of these things, and slowly I realize she’s telling the truth. She gives me no clue beyond an upset wrinkle to her face and… and something akin to fear, but not fear itself. Trepidation? Disbelief? I wonder if even she believes they will come.

I… I have to stop- no, it’s too late, she really did call them already, didn’t she? Useless questions roll out of me as I try to figure a proper response to this treachery, here on the morning after what may have been the greatest night of my life. “How… why?”

“With the house phone… and because you didn’t stop when I told you to.” The words ring in my head as I waver and tip- no, no, I steady my feet as blood rushes to my head. She means… I know what she means. I knew what she meant last night, too, but in the end everyone has a good time, right? No matter how involuntary their descent into pleasure, they are always pleased! The succubi are getting their pleasure, what more proof did I... need? After all, they had… had…

Oh fuck. Oh fuck the police are on their way!

My panic turns into a rapid-fire attention to every useless detail of the house and morning as I try to process every incriminating thing in the house, outside the house… Ms. Green! She’s barely dressed and passed out in her car, oh God, she even looks like a **** victim, they'll-! Crap, she doesn’t have 100 gems, and neither does Patricia, I… I have to get the Gem Law Program for both of them, at least! Diwa, Sophia, and Alice... no, they all have it already, they're are all secure against getting me in trouble, but these last two…! And is it too late? Will I be arrested anyways-?! I can’t go to jail! What’ll even happen to-?!

This miserable script in my brain continues to be read as I run past Patricia and into the bedroom where my Vita waits. I have to do my best. How long will they take to get here? How long ago did she call? It’s impossible to say, but if I worked fast…

… and despite all the distraction, or perhaps because of how aggressively the tires screech as they come to a stop, I can hear a car pull into the driveway as I’m about to cross the threshold of the bedroom. Looking back, I watch as Patricia, still in the buff, goes to re-open the door.

I lunge into the bedroom without even closing the door. The Vita is on the nightstand out of the hallway's line of sight, but even as I scoop it up I can imagine cops barging in and tackling me before I even have a chance. No, no no-! I open the app, not caring what I pick for the two Girls, but I’m blocked first by new, damned notifications! I rapidly tap, my eyes barely registering what I read.

Changelog for Version 1.3b:
Based on User feedback, we've-

Tap.

APPEAL TO MAJOR PUNITIVE AUTHORITIES DETECTED. MAJOR VIOLATION: MAJOR PUNISHMENT-

Tap.

TIME RAN OUT! RANDOM PUNISHMENT CHOSEN FOR PATRICIA MATHEU: TRIUMPH OF ZENOBIA.

Tap!

TRIUMPH OF ZENOBIA
Any public sexual act or nudity carried out by, on, or with her will be ignored as normal but will arouse unaware witnesses.

Tap-! Oh wow, that's a pretty strong custom- POLICE, DAVID!

At last the interface arrives, and with some luck: the ****, disheveled woman left to sleep in her car is first on the interface. I grab the first high-price item I can find for Erika, who could be the first one the cops notice and start questioning.

ERIKA GREEN
Carnal Tutor (User can request her sexual tutoring on any carnal subject at any time.)
TOTAL COST: 65 gems. OK? Purchased!

I flip over to Patricia as I hear her open the front door to the stereotypical sound of a police walkie-talkie. I blindly slam in the first huge item I see, almost hesitating when the total readout appears.

PATRICIA MATHEU
Infectious Nudity (Women who see her will be compelled to strip until they only as clothed as she is.)
TOTAL COST: 180 gems. OK? Purchased!

GEMS 382/300

It’s done… and a scrub of the names on the Vita doesn’t help me identify if the responding police officer is a woman. Too many women are still in the neighborhood, and I can’t remember which ones were here last night! Vita still in hand, I do my best to calm my breathing, relax, shake the building pressure in my head, and go back into the hallway…

… to see, at the other end of the house, a naked Patricia covering herself and speaking to two male officers. Both officers wear mirror-shade sunglasses, both are in full uniform complete with shiny badges on their chests and not-so-shiny guns at their hips, and both perk their heads up slightly as they no doubt notice me.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Good morning,” one sternly declares with absolutely no tone to indicate the morning is good. My dread must be worn clear on my face, but I can't even fathom a pleasant response.

Numbly, I stand there until the taller, more muscular of the two waves me over. As I near, I make their features out more clearly against the sunlight behind them: Officer Wayne, who had all the Hollywood flair of a well-toned, tall policeman, wore the city’s trademark blue-black uniform, as did his less impressive partner, Officer Sheen, whose gut and shortness made him see more like a cop out of a comedy. Of course, you don’t need to be all that strong to lift a gun and shoot a **** trying to flee the scene, do you? I step lightly as I approach, armed with naught but my Vita, and unconsciously I raise my hands to my sides to show it. Where did I go wrong? What upgrades should I have given Patricia to make her acquiesce? It’s too late to ponder it now.

“That your phone?” Wayne barked as I get within arm’s reach. Numbly I looked down while standing near Patricia who, despite her nudity, hasn’t been told by either Officer to go get covered up.

The Vita rests in my hands. What would-? “Eh, no, it’s… a video game. I mean, a Vita, it’s a portable…” Stop locking up, David!

“One of my kids has one of those, it’s like a PlayStation,” Sheen says with a more relaxing smile.

“Put it away. We want to talk with you. You don’t mind talking to us, do you?” It didn’t sound like an invitation.

Patricia watches the entire scene with quiet intensity, but she offers nothing. Did she already accuse me? Can I Silver Tongue my way out of this? “T-That’d be fine, sure,” I stammer as I shove the Vita as best I can into my jean pocket, “c-come on in.” Why did I invite them in?! Cops are like vampires, they need an invitation to enter from you or a judge with a warrant, you could have delayed this-!

Officer Wayne only briefly considers it with a wrinkle to his nose. It takes a stern sniff and a wince from him to realize it. Oh right… the smells of a twelve-hour orgy with twenty human bodies in it. I only barely noticed it after stepping outside in the fresh air earlier. “We’ll talk outside. Both of you, please,” he commands, particularly with a wave of his hand to Patricia.

The nude victim hesitates. “I don’t know where my clothes are-”

“We're already past excuses. You can come outside or you can get dragged outside, your choice.”

Patricia and I both blink dumbly at the officers.