Final Daily Task Completed

You emerge from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, droplets of water still clinging to your freckled shoulders. Clara is in her kitchen, dressed in silk pajama shorts and a tank top, expertly flipping avocado toast.

"Hey, Clara," you begin, leaning against the doorframe, "this might sound weird, but... do you happen to have any of David's shirts lying around?"

She turns, spatula mid-air, one eyebrow arched high. "David's shirts? Why would I—" She stops herself, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Oh wait, you think David and I...?"

"Well, I just thought..." you trail off, suddenly unsure.

Clara bursts into laughter. "Well yes. But not currently. We're just friends." She slides the avocado toast onto two plates. "But as it happens, I do have one of his shirts."

"You do?"

"He lent it to me after a wine spill disaster at his birthday." She wipes her hands on a tea towel. "I've been meaning to return it, but you know how these things go." She disappears into her bedroom, returning moments later with a crisp light blue button-up. "Will this work for whatever you're planning?"

You take the shirt, the cotton cool against your fingers. "It's perfect. I need to complete this..." You stop yourself, remembering you can't explain about the app. "I just need to send a specific kind of picture."

"To Jamie?" Clara's tone sharpens slightly. She sets the plates down on her small dining table. "I saw his thirsty reply to our shower selfie."

"Yes," you admit. "I want to shut him down properly."

The towel drops to the floor as you slip into David's shirt. The fabric feels impossibly large on your petite frame, the hem reaching mid-thigh. You do up just enough buttons to keep it decent, leaving the top three undone to reveal a teasing glimpse of your enhanced cleavage.

"How do I look?" you ask, doing a little twirl. The shirt lifts dangerously high as you spin.

Clara's eyes darken. "If your goal is to make Jamie regret missing his chance, that'll do it." She steps closer, adjusting the collar. "Though I'm not sure I like sharing this view with anyone else."

You grab your phone from the counter. "Just one quick picture."

Positioning yourself against Clara's living room wall, you strike a pose – one leg slightly bent, hip cocked, the shirt riding just high enough to hint at what lies beneath without showing everything. You capture the perfect shot: just you in David's shirt and nothing else, looking tousled and thoroughly satisfied.

https://imgur.com/a/KjeIUFu

You show Clara the photo before sending it. "What do you think?"

"I think you're evil," she grins. "Send it."

You attach the image to a message to Jamie: "No room. Already have all I need "

Hitting send, you feel a strange thrill course through you – part embarrassment that Matt would never have done this, part satisfaction at Mia's growing confidence. Your phone pings with the familiar pink glow of a notification:

"Tempt task COMPLETED! +3 Return Points, babe! Looking HOT in that borrowed shirt! "

"Now," Clara says, sliding an arm around your waist, "breakfast is getting cold, and you're still very underdressed for the dining table."

"Am I?" you ask innocently, leaning into her touch.

"Definitely not complaining," she murmurs against your neck. "But we should probably eat something real before round three."

Your phone buzzes again – Jamie responding: "Damn girl, you work fast! His loss... my door's always open "

12:15 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Clara's apartment, Fulham

[TASK] | Tease | Take a sexy mirror selfie in underwear | [COMPLETED]

[TASK] | Tempt | Wear a male friend's shirt and nothing else | [COMPLETED]

[TASK] | Touch | Give someone a lap dance | [COMPLETED]

[TASK] | Taste | Lick food off someone's body | [COMPLETED]