Tims choice

Logan unlocked the games room door and held it open. Tim stepped through. The lights were on. The pool table and arcade machines looked exactly like any other frat basement. Logan walked past them without slowing down and entered the code on the hidden door behind the pool table.

The real basement was quieter. The air felt warmer. Ring lights still glowed around the padded table. Three cameras were powered down but still pointed at the center of the room.

Jasmine was on her knees in the middle of the floor, waiting.

She looked exactly like she had in the video. The tiny pink top strained around her much larger breasts. The short skirt was still bunched at her waist. Dried cum marked her chest and chin. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were empty and soft. When the door opened she looked up, but there was no recognition in her face when she saw Tim.

Logan closed the door behind them.

“She’s still deep,” he said quietly. “The card and the session wiped the old memories. Right now she only knows she came here for cock and that she’s a dumb bimbo. She doesn’t know your name.”

Jasmine’s gaze drifted from Logan to Tim. Her eyes lingered on him for a second, then dropped lower, like she was checking whether he had something she wanted. A slow, vacant smile pulled at her plump lips. She shifted on her knees, pushing her chest forward a little more.

Tim stood frozen just inside the room.

Logan watched him for a long moment, then spoke.

“You have two options.”

He held up a single blank card between two fingers. The QR code was visible under the lights.

“Option one. You take a card. You join the inner group. You learn how this place really works and you help keep it running. Jasmine stays exactly as she is. You get access to her whenever you want, but she never goes back to the girl who walked in here tonight.”

He slipped the card back into his pocket and nodded toward Jasmine.

“Option two. You stay loyal to the house and keep your mouth shut about everything you’ve seen. In return, we can restore her memories of you. She’ll know who you are again. She’ll remember she loves you. But the body stays. The bimbo wiring stays. The cravings stay. She’ll be your girlfriend again, just… rewritten. Soft, needy, and permanently like this.”

Logan looked at Tim.

“Your choice.”