Mayashita, 25 Year Old Ditzy Newlywed (Kinkiness Level 1, plus one enema)

You follow the masked man through a concrete archway into a poorly lit room with cement walls.

Many would call you foolish for having followed a stranger into an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere, where there's no chance of calling for help if things turn ugly.

You've been called many names over the years, and foolish is only one.

Gullible idiot.

Bimbo.

Dumb slut.

Scatterbrain.

...Some others you can't remember right now.

But none of those have the power to hurt you. Because none of those are your real name. Your name is Mayashita Tsubasa, and you're a hot young Japanese woman, recently married to a lovely young man, and nothing is going to stop you from appreciating your wonderful life.

Men adore you, your husband most of all.

Women envy you.

Fashion magazines are going to recognise your delightful tanned beauty any day now, you're sure, and the money you withdrew from several credit cards to pay for all that modelling coaching and expensive clothing with turn out to be worth it.

...But, okay, maybe you shouldn't have taken out that sixth credit card. And maybe it would be pretty bad if your husband found out about all your debt. And maybe it would be good to wipe the debt away in a single day.

That's what this man says he's offering.

He knows so much about you, and he's so warm and polite. He can't be a bad guy.

Nothing awful ever happens to the cute, lovable Mayashita Tsubasa.

And, if you're right in your suspicions about what this masked gentleman might want in exchange for erasing your debt, well, an abandoned factory with nobody around to witness it, is as good a place as any.

You don't feel great about the idea of cheating on your husband, but you feel worse about the idea of him finding out how much debt you've got him into.

Okay, yeah, so some of those credit cards you had to take out in his name. A little naughty, but if the debt goes away, then so does the crime.

"Mayashita, today you have a unique opportunity to repay your debts." The man begins, when you both reach the middle of this cold, empty room.

"Uh-huh." You say coyly, not wanting to sound too eager, but also not wanting to sound too cold.

"I represent a secret organization, which is considering inviting you to participate in today's Sex Game."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat? A 'sex game'?!" You do your best to pretend to be completely shocked that you might have to use your body to pay off your debts.

You make a show of looking around the concrete room. "Here? In this nasty place?"

The man cocks his head. "No, but somewhere closeby. The location is confidential. My organization is a very secretive one. I must say, if your greatest concern after hearing this information is the location the Sex Game is to take place, then I feel confident that you are likely a good candidate, and may even win."

"What... What would I have to do to win?" You ask shyly, trying to toe the line between not being too off-putting, but also not coming across as a total wanton bimbo.

"You will be placed in a competition against a single opponent, who is in a similar situation with credit card debt. The one of you who succeeds at meeting the brief best will win, and the other will leave with nothing but the memories of the day."

"Oh, um, well, I'm supposed to be having dinner with my husband and his family at 8pm. So will we be finished by then?"

"That's your concern? Not what might be done to you?"

"Oh, um right, that too. So, um, what might be done to you?"

"I am to reassure you that everything will be focused on sex and, to some extent, degradation. This is not an S&M situation - nothing will be done purely to cause you pain, such as whipping or clamps or so on. The rest is unfortunately, confidential. You are to find out as the competition progresses."

You nod. "Okay, I'm in, as long as we're done in time for me to get home for dinner."

The man furrows his brow. "Yes, you would be home in time for dinner." He says, sounding rather flabbergastered.

"Good." You nod. "Lead the way."