Accept the "Lip Service" task - it seems the least revealing while still earning Babe Bucks

16:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You tap the "Lip Service" task on the screen, and immediately the app blooms with pink hearts and a spinning confirmation animation. Becky's avatar blows a kiss at you, her cartoonish lips leaving a trail of sparkles.

"Ooooh, going for the tease route! Smart choice for a newbie like you," she chirps, twirling a strand of animated blonde hair. "Just remember - innocent, pouty, kissable, and hungry! Make 'em believe it, babe!"

David raises an eyebrow from his position across the room. "That's the one you're going with?" When you nod in confirmation, he gives a small shrug. "Makes sense. Straightforward enough."

You position yourself by the window again, where natural light pours in, illuminating your face perfectly. The first expression—innocent—comes surprisingly naturally. You part your lips slightly, letting your eyes widen behind your glasses, capturing the look of someone who hasn't been transformed against their will into a woman designed by their own hand.

"That's cute!" Becky chimes in, her voice coming through the speaker despite you not having activated any recording function. "But maybe less librarian, more 'oops, did I say something naughty?'"

Ignoring her commentary, you move to the next expression: pouty. You purse your lips together, pushing them slightly forward. The sensation feels foreign on your face—Scott never made this expression, but Sophie's delicate features seem almost designed for it. The selfie captures lips that look fuller than they did moments before, though you know it's just the pose.

The third expression—kissable—makes heat rise to your cheeks. You moisten your lips slightly, parting them just enough to suggest invitation without being obscene. David coughs from across the room, pretending to be engrossed in his phone but clearly stealing glances.

"Oh, honey, YES!" Becky's approval rings out, making David look up in confusion at what appears to him as you taking selfies for Instagram. "That's the money shot! Someone's a natural!"

The final expression—hungry—is the most challenging. You narrow your eyes slightly, part your lips more deliberately, and capture something primal that surprises even yourself. The photo shows a woman who wants something, desperately, though what exactly remains ambiguous.

The moment you take the last photo, confetti explodes across the screen. "Task complete! 15 Babe Bucks earned! PLUS 10 bonus bucks for beating the clock! That's 75 total now, working girl!"

David sets his phone down. "All done?" When you nod, he looks genuinely impressed. "That was quick. How many of these do you need to do to fix your... speaking issue?"

You grab the iPad: 500 BUCKS FOR PURITY PILL. AT THIS RATE, NEED LOTS MORE TASKS.

"Well," he says, checking his watch, "it's almost dinner time. We should probably figure out what we're eating, and maybe make a proper plan for tomorrow. You can't just hide in the flat forever taking selfies."

The reality of your situation settles over you again. Even as you're making progress with the app, the real world continues to turn, and eventually, you'll need to face it—transformed body, cursed speech, and all.

17:15 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

[Lip Service] | [Easy] | [COMPLETED]