It’s $100, yeah.

Click. Send. “Congratulations.” Text. The website helps you set up an account and you are $100 richer. You look at the picture of yourself on their site. The girl in the store was another fan of the show and insisted you get fence net stockings to wear under your ripped jeans, plus she “stylishly” ripped them more, a bright pink thong, and matching little crop top to show off your basically nonexistent abs. Then she helped you frame the picture so it was from your ribcage to your knees because she said you needed a makeover and better shoes. You can’t help but stare at the picture.

“Why am I hot?” Framed as it is, you can’t help but feel a bit turned on by the girl in the picture. “Damn. Um. I’d totally fuck Lexi.” You blurt out a little laugh.

Your phone dings. “Great shot, the fans love it. They voted to make your game a speed round. All ten tasks in one day for double the prizes. Do you accept?”

“Double.” You blurt out as you quickly send “Yes.”

“Wonderful. Next task in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes. Of course it doesn’t give you any clue about what is coming. Unless you want to ask one of the fans. The lingerie girl is right inside, and the coffee shop is not far away.