Return to your dancing platform with your mind clear and ready to earn more Babe Bucks

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With your mind startlingly clear for the first time in hours, you sashay back toward your platform, acutely aware of the pleasant fullness inside you. The encounter with David has temporarily satisfied your Plugged-in Princess kink, lifting the mental fog that had been clouding your thoughts.

"Looking better already," Jamie comments as you pass the VIP section, his knowing smile suggesting he might be aware of what transpired in the private bathroom. "Keep the energy up—big tippers are arriving."

You mount the illuminated platform with newfound confidence, your movements more coordinated and purposeful now that your thoughts aren't scattered. The bass thrums through your body as you begin to move, hips swaying with calculated precision rather than **** abandon.

"Damn, she's even better when she's focused," you hear Jamie remark to someone.

Within minutes, a new crowd forms around your platform—businessmen, party girls recording on their phones, couples watching with different forms of hunger in their eyes. The attention feeds something primal in you, something that existed even before the app's changes.

"That's Riley," Clara explains to a group of women who've gathered nearby. "She's David's new girlfriend. Used to be a librarian or something before he got hold of her."

You catch snippets of their conversation as you dance, your enhanced ass jiggling perfectly in time with the beat, your platinum extensions whipping in glittering arcs under the strobing lights.

"How much did all that work cost?" one woman asks Clara, openly assessing your body. "The lips, the hair, the ass..."

"Ask David," Clara laughs. "He bankrolled the whole transformation."

Their words should bother you—would have bothered Rob—but instead, they send a thrill through your simplified nervous system. Being discussed as a purchase, an investment, a transformation project feels strangely validating.

A group of men in expensive suits approach, led by Gregory who's returned with reinforcements. One of them—shorter but commanding in presence—holds up a stack of bills.

"Private dance for my friend's birthday?" he calls over the music.

Before you can answer, Trixie appears at your platform with a tray of neon shots. "Break time, superstar. VIP needs service."

You step down gracefully, accepting the tray. As you move toward the VIP section where David and Jamie are entertaining guests, you feel the comfortable weight of bills stuffed into your waistband and the satisfying knowledge that each hour of work is earning you Babe Bucks—bringing you closer to potential restoration.

David watches your approach with possessive eyes, his hand patting the space beside him in clear invitation. For now, at least, your mind is your own—as much as it can be with a 70 IQ ceiling and bimbo programming. But you know the clarity is temporary, that in a few hours, the fog will return unless you find more relief.

"Perfect timing," David murmurs as you set down the tray and slide onto the leather seat beside him. "Jamie's guests are very eager to get to know you better."

22:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Pulse Nightclub, Putney, London

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