[Shameless teases: women 18-40 (1A), sexual entitlement (1A), 2A]

"Well mate, interesting to see you going for something a bit lower-key," Charles says after you describe to him your dream world. "In our other simulations, we haven't seen you take the '2A' option much."

Wait, other simulations? You don't have much time to think about this wording before he continues.

"So to summarise, you'd like women from 18-40 all to absent-mindedly do things to sexually tease you, and nobody will much notice what's happening, much less acknowledge it. It will feel perfectly natural to the women around you to do things to turn you on, and they'll escalate what they do over the course of an interaction with you. You won't see women walking around naked on the off-chance that they'll bump into you, but nobody will blink an eye if a woman unbuttons her blouse while talking to you, and leaves it undone for a while if she thinks she's likely to run across you again before too long. And if you're in the company of a woman for a good while, nobody will even think it strange if she takes off her bottoms and starts openly rubbing her crotch. Or your crotch.

"Now, you've asked for option 1A on this, which normally I'd say is selfish, though I don't know if that's exactly the word I'd use for making yourself the focus of relentless attention of that sort. They're teasing you: they won't undress you or take into account that you might need relief. It's all on their initiative, too: because it's ****, they won't be giving you permission to do anything to them. Unless they put your hand somewhere as part of their teasing, it's all look and no touch.

"I might as well warn you, chum: because this is all subconscious, I don't think the Doc's going to make it possible for you to ignore it if it gets too much. Women will pretty much be subconsciously watching all the time whether they're doing is having an effect. Maybe a bit like banter, they might take into account the fact that your attention may genuinely be elsewhere and that it might not be the best time for some reason or another. But aside from that, women who are nearby or that you're interacting with might unintentionally get a bit intrusive if their teasing isn't having as much of an effect as it should.

"Now lad, I think your second choice is just enough to keep you from going insane in that circumstances, but I want you to clarify: how is this 'sexual entitlement' thing different from free-use?" Charles asks.

You reply: "Well, both the teasing and the 'entitlement' thing are because I didn't want women to just robotically or passively accept whatever I wanted to do. The teasing thing is so that they take the initiative, and I want them mostly to keep that initiative. But I want to have a special kind of sexual entitlement, so that everyone unthinkingly accepts that I am exempted from standards of lewd behaviour: that I have no responsibility to avoid being naked or to not touch myself in public. I also want people to think that if I'm openly sexually excited, some woman should take responsibility for getting me off."

Charles frowns. "With women trying to get you hard all the time, how does that not automatically mean they're going straight to giving you a hand-job?"

"I want it to be the same as with any sort of social responsibility: people don't really accept that there's something to be done unless it's out in the open, hard to ignore, and someone is clearly responsible or made responsible. So women won't feel the need to get me off unless my cock's out, and it's clear that the 'problem' isn't likely to go away on its own. There will be a sense of personal responsibility, too: just like you'd help someone you accidentally hurt, women will judge whether they have a role to play in my being excited, and will help to relieve me in a way that makes sense in context. So a woman who flashes me her pussy is more likely to fuck me with her pussy."

Charles smirks. "You don't want any control at all over how you get your rocks off, mate?"

You shake your head. "Well, I figure I should have some control, like trying to squeeze past someone in a narrow hallway. But it will depend on what the woman subconsciously decides are sensible approaches to making me cum in the circumstances."

Charles rolls his eyes. "It'd be much easier for you if you took up free use for women who were partly exposed. Whatever, mate: though I think you're cheating yourself out of a once in a lifetime opportunity, your two choices make sense: women openly doing things to tease you sexually, and then accepting responsibility for teasing you if you whip out your hard-on. And you're making them apply only to you and you alone (1A), and no-one will even much recognise that there's anything unusual going on (2A). Look, are you sure you wouldn't rather just have women going bottomless everywhere and happily giving you a blowjob if you ask nicely?"

You shake your head. "Nope, I've made up my mind."

Charles nods wearily. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It all makes sense together in its own way. Here's what he came up with..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says a sentence or two. Charles said a few word that sounded like confirming, and the voice on the other end said something short before hanging up. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat.

"Alright, the Doc figured that it would all work out fine. He warned you that there might be one or two unexpected side-effects as a result of the subconscious-but-intentional thing about women thoughtlessly trying to get you hard, but I figured that you were fine with that after our conversation. Now if you'll follow me, let's get you on your way. "

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle.

"All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.