(Curtain Call) The show must go on

'Curtain call' was the first option, so Ramona just picked it. If her guess was correct, 'livestream' would give her the largest audience, and house meeting would include her roommates. At least this one could be potentially minimal. Upon choosing it, her body rose to its feet and sauntered her to the bedroom window. The curtain was drawn tight by default, not wanting to risk peeping Toms, but she realized that was exactly what she was **** to have, as her hands flung them open, leaving her naked body on full display for anyone who might look. Apparently someone was, because her chest thrust out suddenly, pressing her full tits against the glass and rubbing them across the pane. Her only release was the *PING* of the GL app on her bed. Ramona tried to spy her observer, but couldn't see anyone on the street before she was strutted back to play the next round. She picked up her phone, bending enough to give her hidden audience the perfect view of her round ass and tight slit. As much as she tried to walk out of view, her body swung quickly to return her to her stage.

She had a bay window with a comfortably cushioned bench she had loved to relax on. Now she was **** to stretch out invitingly, too focused on winning this round to look for her pervy audience. Flashing colors and sparkly gems dazzled her vision as she tried her best to get just one win. Her performing body was quite distracting, her legs mincing and pointing fully extended, while her chest angled toward the window. These obstacles plus the natural difficulty of the game led her to yet another loss. Ramona cursed under her breath, though she could only sit patiently on display while her punishment options generated.

As her choices appeared, her body suddenly slumped, and she felt her agency return. She quickly rolled off the window seat, fearing a rogue eye might trap her again. She reached blindly over head back, finding the curtain and trying toslam it shut. She couldn't even question why it wouldn't close, as a warning buzz from her phone brought her back to her choices. They read as follows:

'Touchy Feely', 'Ooh La La', 'Dry Run'

Helpless, Ramona chose 'touchy feely', eager to move on to her next round. Before any more actions could be made, the doorbell rang.