Ava makes it to the laundromat

“Sabotage her birth control while you are here. Serve the rich bitch right to get knocked up, let's see if Mummy and Daddy can bail her out of that one.”

Target > 90, 1d100 roll+2=74, failed suggestion

“Take her edibles! It will help you relax.”

Target > 50, 1d100 roll+2=96, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

“Stitch up your bed sheets; at best a blouse and at worst a toga to wear.”

Target > 20, 1d100 roll+2=20, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Ava Smith Corruption Points: 4

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Ava reaches for the gummy bear edible and squeezes it between her fingers. Such a small thing. She still feels like Maddie owes her one for not leaving her anything more useful than a red thong to steal. She needs to relax. She pops the gummy in her mouth and stands up, letting the sweet flavour soak in her mouth.

She stands up and pulls the tiny red thong up her legs. The tiny strip of fabric that once covered Maddie’s pussy now covers a much more deserving pussy — hers. Her eyes meet the photo of Maddie’s boyfriend Benjie. She feels like the photo is staring at her. “Perv!” she says and flips Benjie face down. She then looks at the big wet spot she left on Maddie’s bed and giggles.

Her laundry’s still in a big dirty pile. The edible should help her pass the time at the laundromat, but she still needs to get there and all that she’s wearing is a tiny red thong. She leaves the now wet sheets on Maddie’s bed and goes back to her room, where her sheets are dry if not crisp.

She cups her bare tits with her hands and thinks about it, and then she grabs her flat sheet and wraps it like a toga around herself, scrunching up the ends so that she can tie them like a halter around her neck. It’s a fine look for a college party, and it’ll serve her for getting to the laundromat.

She bunches up the rest of her clothes into a cloth basket and walks out of the townhouse. The clouds are dramatic and the sun is getting low in the sky, shining on her bare shoulders in golden afternoon light.

Her slumlord Gareth is sitting on the front porch of his townhouse with a beer. She walks past and giggles at how useless he is. “Hey Gareth, the washing machine is still out of service,” she shouts from the street.

He shrugs and sips his beer. “So? Ain’t no tenant’s right to washing machine. Don’t spend all your money at the laundromat either. Save some for rent.”

Ava keeps walking. She hears distant thunder, and then the rain starts in the second block. By the time she turns the corner to the commercial strip, her toga is soaked and clinging to the curves of her body. She walks past the liquor store, the payday lender, the pawnshop, the pizza place, and then goes into the laundromat.

Hubert’s face lights up behind the counter when he sees her. He’s an older guy, but he seems to remember everyone’s names. He notices the soaked sheet wrapped around her. “Hi Ava! Got wet?”

The edibles are beginning to kick in. The soaked sheet feels funny on her skin, like it’s licking her goosebumps. What Hubert just said sounds incredibly funny for her. Ava starts giggling.

Eventually Ava gathers herself and blushes. “Hi Hubert! Yeah, bit of rain,” she says before waving and going in the back to the machines. She's got a lot of laundry to do and only so much left credit on her card to spend.

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