Accept Gregory's business proposition on the spot, eager to begin your new life as Riley the brand ambassador. But only so long as I get to fuck him every day and maybe all his friends and clients. Oh and Clara, and David and Thomas and Liam and....

You clap your hands excitedly, your enhanced F-cups bouncing with the motion. "Omigod, yes! I'll totally be your brand whatchamacallit—ambassador person! That sounds amazeballs!" Your platinum extensions cascade over your shoulders as you bounce on your knees like an eager puppy.

Gregory's expression shifts from professional to amused. "I'm glad you're enthusiastic about the opportunity."

"But like," you continue, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, "I have some super important conditions too." You scoot closer to him on your knees, your naked body still glistening with moisture from the jacuzzi. "I get to fuck you every day, 'kay? And maybe all your friends and clients too."

Thomas snorts from across the room where he's pulling on his boxer briefs. "Well, that's direct."

"And Clara too," you add, pointing at the auburn-haired beauty who's slipping back into her black dress. "And David, and Thomas, and Liam, and..." you trail off, counting on your fingers as you list potential sex partners before giving up with a giggle. "Basically everyone hot!"

Clara raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm flattered to make the list."

Gregory considers you with newfound interest, stroking his salt-and-pepper beard. "That's... certainly an unconventional contract stipulation," he says, but there's no rejection in his tone—only calculation. "Perhaps we could frame it as... extensive product testing?"

"Product testing!" you repeat, clapping again. "Yes! I need to test all the products! With my body!" You strike a pose, arching your back to emphasize your impossible curves.

"In fact," Gregory continues, reaching for his phone on the side table, "I think we could start with a preliminary agreement today. I'll have my assistant draw up the paperwork."

While Gregory makes his call, Clara sits beside you on the plush carpet, her expression curious. "Are you sure about this, Riley? You've only just met Gregory."

"I'm like, super sure," you insist, your enhanced lips forming a determined pout. "This is totally my new thing! Being all sexy and getting paid for it!" Something about the decision feels right—as though the memories newly implanted by the app are guiding your choices toward this path.

Gregory finishes his call and turns back to you with a satisfied expression. "My assistant will email the contract later today. In the meantime," he reaches for his wallet and extracts a sleek black credit card, "consider this a signing bonus."

You take the card with wide eyes. "For realsies?"

"Company expense account," he explains. "For appropriate attire, accommodations, and... professional development." His eyes trail down your enhanced body appreciatively. "I expect you'll represent us well."

Thomas adjusts his designer glasses as he buttons his shirt. "Should we exchange contacts? If we're all going to be... collaborating."

You giggle, reaching for your phone. "OMG, yes! Let's start a group chat!"

As you create a new contact group labeled "Hottie Squad ," your phone subtly vibrates with a notification from the app:

[CAREER PATH UNLOCKED] | [BRAND AMBASSADOR STATUS: ACTIVE] | [+500 BABE BUCKS]

04:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Platinum Suite, Pulse Nightclub, London