Browse the app for your next task and check how many Babe Bucks you now have

You bounce across the marble floor to retrieve your phone from where you left it propped on the kitchen shelf, your stilettos clicking rhythmically. Marcus and Becky remain sprawled on the leather couch, both still catching their breath, their aprons discarded on the floor.

"Ohmigod, I need to, like, check my score!" you announce, unlocking the phone with a giggle. The pink interface pulses welcomingly as you navigate to your stats page.

The numbers glow at the top of the screen: 100 Babe Bucks.

"Yay! I have a hundred now!" you squeal, doing a little victory dance that makes your enhanced breasts bounce beneath the tiny apron. "That's so many!"

You tap through to the task menu, where QUEEN BEE remains highlighted with its Friday 20:00 deadline. Below it, a notification banner catches your attention: " Daily Task Limit Reached! You've completed 4 tasks today. New tasks available at midnight!"

"Aww," you pout, scrolling through the grayed-out task options. Each one displays a small clock icon with "Available Tomorrow" beneath it. The app shows several enticing options you can't yet accept:

COFFEE RUN - Serve Rick breakfast in bed wearing only lingerie. [25 Babe Bucks]

OFFICE HOURS - Visit Rick at work and give him "stress relief" under his desk. [40 Babe Bucks]

SISTER BONDING - Take Becky shopping and model outfits for her. [30 Babe Bucks]

POOL PARTY - Sunbathe topless on the penthouse terrace. [35 Babe Bucks]

You tap each one hopefully, but the app refuses to let you accept them. A helpful tooltip appears: "Daily task limit prevents burnout, babe! Come back tomorrow for fresh opportunities!"

"Becky, look!" you call out, bouncing over to the couch. "I have a hundred Babe Bucks now! That's, like, so close to five hundred!"

Becky peers at your screen with mild interest, still flushed from her encounter with Marcus. "What happens at five hundred?"

"I can get something super special!" you explain excitedly, though the exact details feel fuzzy in your simplified mind. You know it's important, that reaching five hundred matters somehow, but the why escapes you.

Marcus clears his throat, standing awkwardly as he retrieves his apron. "Miss Ashley, if you'll excuse me, I should return to my regular duties."

"Okay!" you chirp, still focused on your phone. You navigate back to the upgrade shop, scrolling through the available purchases. Each one glows temptingly, showing preview images of enhanced features and expanded capabilities.

Your stomach growls suddenly, reminding you that you haven't eaten since breakfast. The morning's activities—the driving lesson, the cleaning disaster, the photoshoot—have left you genuinely hungry.

15:45 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

[QUEEN BEE] | [Medium] | [Friday 20:00] | [3 days, 4 hours, 15 minutes remaining]