Let's Go

You follow Clara down the carpeted staircase of her Fulham apartment building, the stiletto heels of your Office Tease outfit clicking with each step. Your enhanced body moves differently than you're used to—your plumped bottom and hips swaying naturally, your C-cup breasts bouncing slightly with each descent. The tight pencil skirt restricts your stride, forcing a delicate, feminine gait that would have been foreign to you days ago.

"The car service should be waiting," Clara says, checking her phone as you reach the lobby. "I usually take the Tube, but I thought you might appreciate not being ogled on public transport in that outfit."

She's not wrong. Even in the brief moment it takes to cross the building's marble-floored lobby, you catch the doorman's eyes widening at your appearance. The man—fiftyish with salt-and-pepper hair and a neat uniform—quickly composes his face into professional neutrality, but not before his gaze lingers on the curve of your hips.

"Good morning, Ms. Harrington," he says, his voice carefully modulated as he holds the door. "Your car is ready."

"Thank you, Philip," Clara replies with the easy confidence of someone accustomed to doormen and car services. She places her hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the doorway.

Outside, a sleek black Mercedes idles by the curb. The driver, a young man with close-cropped dark hair, jumps out to open the rear door. His professional demeanor slips momentarily as he takes in your outfit, his eyes darting from your face to your chest and back again so quickly you might have missed it if you weren't hyper-aware of your transformed body's effect on men.

"Canary Wharf, please, Malik," Clara instructs as you slide into the plush leather backseat. The car smells of expensive cologne and leather conditioner.

As Malik pulls into London morning traffic, Clara's hand finds yours in the space between you. "Nervous?" she asks, her thumb tracing small circles on your palm.

"A bit," you admit, the Irish lilt in your voice still surprising you. "I've never been to your workplace before. And certainly not dressed like this."

"You'll be fine," she assures you, her hazel eyes warm. "Most of the senior staff are stuffy old men who'll be too terrified of HR violations to say anything, and the rest will just be jealous I've got such a gorgeous lunch date."

The journey through London's crowded streets gives you time to mentally prepare for the tasks ahead. Your phone vibrates in your clutch, and you discreetly check it—a text from David confirming he'll meet you at the bank's cafeteria at 1:30. You slide the phone away before Clara notices.

The car finally pulls up outside a towering glass and steel structure in Canary Wharf's financial district. Malik opens the door, and Clara steps out first, offering her hand to help you navigate the exit in your tight skirt.

"Welcome to Harrington Global," she says with a hint of pride as you gaze up at the imposing building. "Ready to make an entrance?"

08:30 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Canary Wharf, London

Active Tasks:

TEASE: Wear Office Tease outfit to Clara's workplace. Take selfie in lobby. (5 Return Points) - Started

TEMPT: Have lunch with Clara in office cafeteria. Feed her from your plate. (7 Return Points)

TOUCH: Kiss Clara in meeting room until nearly caught. (10 Return Points)

TASTE: Go down on Clara in her office with door unlocked. (15 Return Points)