Show Clara your DIY top and explain that you need something similar but better quality for your 'cleavage task'. As she drives, quiz her about David. How did she meet him? Did they ever date? Does he have a big dick (Where Did That Come From?!?)

Clara's white Audi purrs through London traffic, her oversized Gucci sunglasses reflecting the midday sun as she navigates with one manicured hand on the wheel. You tug at your makeshift V-neck, drawing her attention to your DIY handiwork.

"So I have this... situation," you begin, feeling oddly comfortable discussing this under Comfort Mode's influence. "I need to show cleavage for at least two hours today. It's a long story, but this was my quick solution."

Clara's perfectly shaped eyebrow arches over her sunglasses as she glances at your improvised top. "Honey, that's creative but tragic. We can do so much better." Her laugh is warm, not mocking. "I've got three push-up bras in my bag that'll give even your modest girls some serious lift. Plus, wrap dresses are your friend—they'll show as much or as little as you want."

As she merges onto the motorway, you find yourself relaxing into the plush leather seat. With Comfort Mode smoothing away your usual anxiety, curiosity bubbles up from somewhere unfamiliar.

"So, how'd you meet David anyway?" you ask, watching her reaction carefully.

Clara smiles, tapping perfectly polished nails against the steering wheel. "Banking conference in Manchester, if you can believe it. I was doing PR for the event, he was fresh out of his MBA program. We bonded over terrible canapés and overpriced champagne."

"Did you two ever...?" The question hangs between you.

"Date?" Clara finishes with a laugh. "God, no. Not for lack of trying on his part, mind you. But we work better as friends. David's got this thing where he collects beautiful women as conquests but gets bored within a month."

Something about her casual dismissal of David as a collector of women should bother you, but under Comfort Mode's influence, you find yourself leaning in further, voice dropping conspiratorially.

"So... does he have a big dick?"

The words tumble out before you can stop them, shocking even yourself. Where did THAT come from? Your hand flies to your mouth, but it's too late.

Clara nearly swerves the car, then erupts into delighted laughter. "Well, well! Look who's coming out of her shell!" She pushes her sunglasses up into her auburn hair, eyes dancing with amusement. "Haven't sampled the goods myself, but Jessica—you know, his psycho ex?—used to call him 'The Hammer.' Take from that what you will."

You feel your cheeks burning crimson, the freckles across your nose standing out against the flush. "I can't believe I just asked that," you murmur, but you're giggling too, the embarrassment mingled with a strange thrill.

"Don't be embarrassed," Clara says, reaching over to squeeze your knee. "It's exactly what I would've asked. And honey, based on those kisses I saw last night, you might be finding out firsthand soon enough."

You sink deeper into your seat, mortified yet intrigued by the thought. The Irish lilt in your voice thickens with emotion as you protest weakly, "It's just this whole situation is so confusing."

"The best ones always are," Clara replies with a knowing smirk as she exits toward Westfield Shopping Centre. "Now, let's find you something that'll make David's jaw hit the floor—and satisfy your mysterious cleavage requirement."

13:00 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Westfield Shopping Centre

[Comfort Mode Level 2] | 09:15 hours remaining

[Return Points: 15/50]

[Tasks Today: 1/4]

[Tempt Task] | Show cleavage while shopping | 2+ hours | +4 Return Points