Co-Conspirator Discussion

You scan the vast lobby of Harrington Global, looking for somewhere to sit and gather your thoughts. Your gaze lands on a sleek coffee bar tucked into the far corner—"The Exchange," according to its minimalist signage. Perfect.

Navigating through the morning crowd of bankers and analysts, you're acutely aware of the attention your Office Tease outfit attracts. The white blouse has become increasingly transparent under the lobby's harsh lighting, the outline of your lace bra clearly visible against your skin. Every click of your heels against marble draws eyes, every sway of your enhanced hips causes double-takes.

"What can I get you?" asks the barista, a young woman with a platinum pixie cut and multiple ear piercings—Rebecca, according to her name tag. Her professional smile doesn't quite hide her curiosity about your presence.

"Just a flat white, please," you reply, the Irish lilt in your voice earning a raised eyebrow.

While Rebecca prepares your coffee, you find a small table partially hidden behind a large architectural plant. You pull out your phone and text David:

First task done. Meeting Clara for lunch at 12:30 in cafeteria on 12th floor. Her office is on 15th. Need help with meeting room task & final one in her office. Any ideas?

You add a photo of the lobby to help him locate the building, careful not to include yourself in the shot. The message sends with a soft whoosh.

"Flat white for...?" Rebecca calls out, holding your drink.

"Mia," you say, still finding it strange how naturally the name comes to your lips now.

As you collect your coffee, Rebecca leans slightly over the counter. "You with Ms. Harrington?" she asks, voice lowered conspiratorially.

"Yes, I am," you reply cautiously.

Rebecca grins. "Thought so. She never brings guests. Half the office is talking about it already." She winks. "You two make a cute couple."

Your cheeks flush hot as you return to your table, coffee in hand. You hadn't considered how your presence might be interpreted—or how quickly office gossip would spread.

Your phone buzzes with David's reply: Got it. Will arrive 1pm to scope things out. Meeting rooms usually have blinds. For office task, suggest "emergency maintenance" distraction on another floor. Stay calm, we'll make this work.

You sip your coffee, watching the steady stream of financial professionals coming and going. The enormity of what you're planning to do in this buttoned-up corporate environment hits you—taking sexy selfies was one thing, but the remaining tasks are borderline exhibitionist.

Your reflection in the polished table surface shows a woman you still barely recognize—copper waves framing a pretty face with plumped lips and bright green eyes, the white blouse revealing more than it conceals, your posture automatically more feminine than you ever moved as Matt.

Another text from David: PS - outfit working as intended. Security guard can't stop staring at you.

You glance up to find he's right—one of the security guards keeps stealing glances in your direction while pretending to check IDs. Your new body has power you're only beginning to understand.

09:20 | Monday 4 August 2025 | The Exchange Café, Harrington Global

Active Tasks:

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

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)