"Rose Atkinson is a bisexual human of average physicality."

Rose stares at her reflection, not quite knowing if she's supposed to be disappointed or relieved.
"Not really unveiling anything new to yourself there, Rose. Doesn't really get any more basic than that." She sighs to herself, not quite sure what to do.

She kind of hoped that the slice of Truth would reveal something about herself she didn't know yet, or at least state something she didn't really like about herself so that she could change it. Instead the only thing she has access to is so basic and fundamental in how she lived her life that she has no idea what she'd even change.

With yet another sigh Rose turns away from her reflection.
What now? Should she just start changing peoples lives at random?

"Can't even lie to myself, enacting that kinda power at will does sound enticing." Rose mumbles to herself, realizing seconds later that she must look like an insane person.
Not that anyone is watching, the people around her are all clearly still stuck in their respective morning routines of a boring work day.

"As enticing as it is to change the lives of every bad intended motherfucker on this planet, maybe I should just go back and act like I'm simply late to the job interview..." Rose thinks to herself as she slowly wanders along the street. "I could also just enjoy a day in the park... Fuck, who am I kidding I want to know more about how this whole thing... What's the Truth, really? Who's that way too attractive man that gave this power to me? Did he really just up and leave after fundamentally changing my life forever? Can anyone that hot even be that much of a dickhead?" Rose laughs to herself. "Well that last part at least is absolutely plausible."

That's when she hears a commotion. There are some awkward or nervous laughs from a crowd of people and ... screams?

"More like moans..." Rose quickly jogs closer.
She stops in her tracks as she sees what the crowd of people has formed around.

On the floor, in the middle of the street, she sees the middle aged woman that she almost bumped into earlier.
The woman's sprawled out on what looks like her own jacket. It's hard to tell because there are many, many loads of cum smeared across it.
The woman herself is also covered from head to toe and currently furiously deepthroating a random dude while slapping her slimed pussy.

She's got many piercings and tattoos adorning her body, proudly presented as she's leaning back to reach the cock she's **** herself with while sitting on her heels with her legs spread wide.

Only after Rose had taken it all in does she close her mouth. She also only then truly realizes that she caused this situation.
This woman almost bumped into her earlier and because Rose needed to make some tests, she's now enjoying a bukkake blowbang in the middle of the street.
The crowd around her is a mix of people filming, laughing, stunnedly staring and gasping in disbelief.
Rose also overhears at least a few people calling the police or arguing in hushed anger.

As Rose lets her gaze wander over the crowd, as much as she can while being distracted by the incredible display of the woman in the center, she feels many slices of truth appear in the corner of her eye, but she doesn't really focus on any of them.
Rose truly wants to think about the consequences of her actions and her place in the universe, but she can't help but focus on how hot this entire situation is.
It is entirely too distracting. The woman, Rose even knows her name to be Adelaine Summers because of the slice of truth, has now greedily invited a second man to fuck her pierced pussy.
Rose shakes her head. She needs to leave and gather her thoughts. She needs to find out what she should do with this power. She needs to know how to get to that man that gave her this power. She needed more information.

Adelaine is now on all fours, still trying to get as much of the first guys cock down her throat as possible, with the second guy fucking her pussy in an uncontrolled rythm. She seems to have the time of her life though as she's moaning, coughing and gargling with enthusiasm.

Rose pulls herself away and is about to leave when her eyes catch a red script above the head of a blonde woman in the crowd that is filming the scene with a wide smile.

"Linda Fillman knows who Adelaine Summers is and where she lives."

Rose doesn't know if it's fate, sheer dumb luck, or if the Truth actually reveals slices that are relevant to her own thoughts, but she immediately knows that this is an opportunity that might never come up again.