I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul

You've already gone in on some body modification, so what's a little more self improvement going to hurt? You buy yourself Toned and Tight before you can second guess the decision.

After clearing the "Contragulations" pop-up, you can see that you're still on your store page, but the Toned and Tight option has been removed. So it seems like you can still buy a second perk, which is strange. Maybe you can buy someone else only one perk a day, but you can buy yourself multiple perks? While you can't complain with the results of the app so far, you kind of wish there was some better documentation.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. You click Kiss From a Rose as well, and sure enough you get another congrats pop up. When you navigate back to your main profile, your gem count has been reduced to 200. Looks like it's all in order then.

You're not sure how long it's going to take for either of these perks to go into effect. You don't feel any different at the moment, that much is obvious. The last perk you bought for yourself seemed to take effect while you were asleep, so maybe that's when perks trigger. Then again, Morgan's perk seemed to activate within a few hours. She was already acting friendlier by the time you saw her at the time clock. So maybe physical modifications took more time than mental ones? You can't even begin to guess. The sample size and supporting data for this new hypothesis is woefully lacking. Maybe you should be taking notes on your observations?

Ah, whatever. While you're certain you'll figure out the puzzle of this Affection Multiplier sooner or later, right now you've got a date to go on!

You pull up outside of Morgan's house. She lives in the suburbs nearby, although in an area of town with significantly higher property values than your neighborhood. According to the text, you've got the address right, but you sincerely doubt she'd be able to afford living in the nice two story home in front of you. The app says she's nineteen, so it's pretty likely she's still living at home. Not that you can judge, you were in the same situation up until about a year and a half ago.

You're a few minutes early, so you take some time to calm yourself down and check the app. There's no updates to any scores yet, but the fact you've got it on hand gives you some measure of confidence. It's like having your own little magic ace up your sleeve. Well, to be fair, there's still a lot you don't know about the app. So it's like an ace up your sleeve, but you aren't totally sure what suit it it. And you don't get to decide when exactly to play it. And also it might be a joker instead of an ace.

On second thought, it's nothing like an ace up your sleeve. Your previous confidence is now shaken somewhat.

After a few moments, you pull out your phone to send off a text. It's about 3 now, and you'd rather not keep Morgan waiting.

"I'm outside whenever you're ready" you send.

"Be out in a sec" she fires back.

Sure enough, a few moments later the front door opens, and Morgan strides over to your car. She's not wearing her Bailey's uniform, obviously. She's dressed in what you can only assume is the goth equivalent to casual wear.

She's wearing what appears to be a black pair of pants with an extra set of pockets halfway down the thighs and a impressively long chain dangling on her left hip. Her black shoes, or rather boots, are heeled, and have what you assume are decorative buckles; they look a little too big to actually serve any purpose. Interestingly, she's wearing a single glove, on her left hand, which is also black. The first two fingers and thumb have been cut out of her glove, leaving only her ring and pinky actually enclosed.

The only thing she's wearing that isn't either all black or made of metal is her zip-up hoody, which proudly displays in stark white the name of a band you've never heard of. Then again, it's in a font you can't even read, so who knows? Her hair and makeup look much the same as usual, her pale and dark accents contrasting. She strides towards your car, opens the door, and sits in the passenger seat, not even bothering to say hello.

"Let's get the fuck out of here before my Mom notices I'm in a boy's car," she says as she buckles up.

"Sure," you respond, suppressing your nervousness. There's something different about how she looks now compared to when you saw her at work, even though you can't tell any difference in her makeup. You always knew she was pretty, but now that you look at her close up, you're certain she's gorgeous. While it occurs to you that you may well be out of your league, you've already come this far. Nothing left but to try and have fun, right?

"So where to?" you ask her.

"What?" she responds, that wry smile creeping back onto her face. "You haven't taken the initiative to plan something for us? What a disappointment." She gives a mock sigh. "And here I had such high expectations for you."

While your first instinct is to try to explain yourself, you've known Morgan for long enough to know when she's looking for some repartee. "I'm sorry," you respond, drawing out the sorry for emphasis. "I was under the impression you asked me out. If anyone's to be disappointed, it's me."

She scoffs, but her smile's still in place. "Alright, I guess if I have to be the one taking charge today, I will. Let's go to the mall. We can walk around, window shop, make snide remarks at people returning Christmas gifts."

"Oh wow, a mall date. How very nineties of you."

"Who said this was a date?" she says sarcastically, but her exaggerated reaction simply confirms to you that this is absolutely a date. "Maybe I'm just trying to get a free lunch out of this."

"You **** your way into my Saturday afternoon, you expect me to plan everything, and now I have to pay?" You say as you put your car into drive and pull out onto the street. "And what exactly do I get out of this?"

She thinks for a moment, then pulls out of her pocket a lacquered wooden box with a hinged lid. It's about the size of a pack of cards, if somewhat thicker.

"Well, if you play your cards right and impress me, how about a free Tarot reading?" She's still got her smile on, but now you're not sure if she's being facetious or not.

You smile to yourself. "Yeah, sure. Sounds fun." Not that you needed an excuse to make sure she has a good time, but it's nice to know she wants to do something for you, too.

Little does she know, you've still got your joker up your sleeve.