The third one. Why not?

Mercy rolled her eyes at the spread of images. Money changing hands, a pretty girl in what looked like an old style of dress, and... was that a sex doll? Maybe it was just a naked woman with an O-shaped mouth.

None of them meant anything. The cash could mean "pay" as easily as "receive," so that was a risky option, assuming any of it mattered, which was a stretch. The choice was pointless and—thanks to the total lack of context clues—effectively random, so with a frustrated sigh, she tapped the naked girl, closest to her thumb.

The other images faded away, making space for the chosen image to expand to fill most of the screen. Then it flipped around like a card to finally give her a little bit of information about what all was going on.

Exhibitionist

Toys

You simply cannot leave the house unless wearing a sexy, stimulating toy.

Mercedes blinked, not sure she'd read it right. 'A sexy, stimulating toy? What is that supposed to mean?' But she had an idea of what it meant. Images of vibrating dildos, ben wa balls, and various other devices that tease and excite the wearer endlessly while worn. She was not likely to actually wear something like that outside of the house, and never at work; she didn't even own something like that. Well, not that was specifically intended to be worn. She had a small vibrating dildo that would probably fit inside her clothing...

She shook her head. It was a stupid idea. But now that she had made a selection, the app released its **** grip on her phone. She immediately tried to delete the app, but simply couldn't. There was no option. She moved it off of her home screen, but by the time she was done, it was right back where it had started. "This is hopeless. Someone has really outdone themselves with this stupid thing."

At least now she could tap into the app and poke around, but there was precious little of note. There was a history that showed her one selection and a 72 hour countdown timer covering where a second selection would have been listed. There was also a "Trait Summary," which just repeated the information from the card.

You simply cannot leave the house unless wearing a sexy, stimulating toy.

Mercy wanted to scoff at the very idea, but she couldn't quite deny that there was something... powerfully erotic about doing something so scandalous. Not that she would. But that didn't explain how it got on her phone or why she couldn't remove it.

Well, she'd worry about it later. Minimizing the app, she pulled up some messages from friends. It looked like they had all agreed to meet up as a group. That sounded like fun. Mercy shoved her things into her bag to go join them.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the dark monitor and paused. It would be so easy to conceal a buzzing toy beneath her clothes... inside her body. Who would know? That was the whole fun of it, wasn't it?