She's not quick enough to decide

Sapphire quickly exited the vehicle as soon as the doors unlocked. She had a hard time getting her flamboyant, feathered outfit to fit through, but she managed to pop out after some jiggly struggling. Before she could bolt, William took advantage of her many curses by asking, "Are you going to follow me in?"

"Yes, of course!" She responded eagerly with a theatrical about-face. Her strutting legs carried her deeper into the lion's den as her confident shoulders--and consequently, her gravity-defying chest-- swung broadly after the magician. He led them to a room far from the front desk and inconspicuous from any other occupants. He held the door open with exaggerated chivalry, and Sapphire's body played along with demure gratitude. Her legs bent in a low curtsy, and she was **** to slightly bow, giving William ample time to gaze at her cleavage before she quickly straightened, sending her tits jostling like a water bed in an earthquake. She stepped into the dingy motel 'suite,' with all the modern amenities of 50 years ago, which was most likely when it was last deep cleaned based on the stains and smells. She rolled her eyes and huffed as she felt how her hips rocked with every step she was **** to mince. She turned to face her captor was he was throwing the final lock on the door. "Alright, you wonderous wizard, what are you planning for your next great trick?" She inquired. She had to reassure herself that her speech was being altered and her bent-kneed pose of anticipation was enforced. It terrified her how natural it sounded and felt. She had to take this App seriously if she ever got a chance to play unimpeded again.

"How about you strip out of that costume, and then we can "practice our next performance?" William sneered. He had plopped himself onto the well-used box spring queen mattress and kicked off his shoes and was now undoing this belt and trousers. While not required to, Sapphire feared how he would manipulate her if she didn't willingly obey him, but she wasn't about to give him a free show and retreated to the bathroom. Her stilettoes echoed in the linoleum-tiled cubicle the establishment called a bathroom, and she almost stumbled as the privacy gave her free reign over her movements for the first time in hours. Her posture felt horrible compared to the overly stretched displays into which she was usually ****, but she was happy to have a sliver of agency for the time. She sat on the loose toilet lid to remove her painful footwear and massage her tired soles, but fate sent her a *Ping* that vibrated through her funbags and shimmied her sequins until she finally fished out her phone. Her impossibly huge boobs clung to her searching hand like memory foam and almost felt permanently slippery from their perfect roundness, and her device kept sliding away from her **** grasp. Each shift of her chest rubbed her diamond-cutting nipples against silky fabric, and by the time she got it free, she had worked herself up to a panting sweat, one she couldn't tell was from exertion or some combination of curses turning her on. She wiped her brow with a nearby hand towel, ignoring the crustiness, and opened her phone, knowing which app she needed without reading the notification. The cheerful music made her flinch as she cycled through screens to reach her next game.

The banner awaiting her on the start screen had a sly comment as usual. "Looks like you might get lucky tonight! Let us offer some extra Fun potential." Sapphire's stylized avatar held up the start button like a boxing match card girl. She tapped the swaying square, and the next round began. It was the first game of which she was in control since before her alleyway bukkake, Technically 'her' last game, when she wasn't held back or shamefully carried by her bimbo persona, was at her house, which felt like ages ago in this one, horrible day. Because of this she had forgotten how difficult the game was designed to be. She fumbled with her first combo attempts, not used to nails this long as her non-bimbo self.

"Are you almost ready in there?" William called from the main room, cursing Sapphire to another obstacle in her path to freedom as she yelled her response.

"Yes, sir! I'm almost ready for showtime!" The entire sentence carried loudly through the motel room with a practiced stage voice and sing-song playfulness. Her body began keeping its word, and with the speed and expertise of a girl who did this eight shows a week, her hands started taking apart the outfit she was wearing. Sapphire cursed to herself as she could only play with one had at a time. Sometimes she could only watch helplessly as her body put the phone down to undo her corset or slide her fishnets down her legs. She was nude in an impressive 26 seconds, but it was enough time to put her hopelessly behind in points. Shivering slightly in the confining room, she still made a vain attempt to win, but she knew it was hopeless. As usual, her options awaited her choosing.

Noisemaker
Can't Keep my Hands to Myself
Mother of God

Sapphire bit her lip nervously. William was expecting her shortly, but she hadn't been **** to do anything yet but strip. She had to make a choice before he used one of her triggers again.