The Rooftop Atrium

After reviewing a map of the store, you invite everyone up to the Rooftop Atrium since it sounds like it’s a fairly cool place to hang out. Gina, in good spirits after playing dressup with Samantha, agrees. And Samantha obviously agrees too, because she’s your best friend.

Turns out the Rooftop Atrium is just benches. Oh, and there’s supposed to be some vending machines around here somewhere.

“Well, this place sure seems to fall into your budgets…” Gina sighs.

**** to save what’s left of Gina’s patience for your girl time, you set out to find the vending machines and come back with drinks.

Navigation Check: Failed!

“Hey. You,” Gina addresses the former bunnygirl.

“Samantha,” she replies venomously.

“Samantha,” Gina echoes. “You’re friends with Emilia, right?”

“Best friends, if you ask her,” Sam answers.

“Yeah, I gathered that. In fact, she just stuck her neck out to save you from working at that casino. But I haven’t heard you say ‘thank you’ once. What’s your deal, anyway?”

Samantha looks away wistfully. “Have you ever known someone who made you take a good, hard look at them and think, ‘What the hell is this person going to do with their life?’ ”

“No. Continue,” Gina prompts.

“Consider Emilia. She’s a total idiot,” Samantha explains.

“Yup.”

“She can’t follow basic instructions.”

“Mhm.”

“She has no people skills.”

“True.”

“She has no sense of directions.”

“Yes.”

“She’s as weak as a baby seal.”

“*snrk* Uh-huh.”

“And she has absolutely no impulse control.”

“Yes. All of those things are true,” Gina agrees.

“But,” Samantha continues, “she has a rockin’ body that people would pay good money to see, and better money to touch. She just has this one, pesky problem…” Annoyance fills her voice. “She’s a total prude. Her best asset, the one and only thing she’s good for, and she won’t even consider using it. ‘That’s lewd,’ she’d say, over and over, when I suggested wrapping her nice, big tits around someone’s cock to earn some spending cash. You’re gonna have to make a living sometime, Emilia, and it’s the only kind of job you’ll be any good at! So just get good at sucking cock now!” Sam fumes, getting worked up over events long since passed.

“Okay, so you’re not her friend. You’re a deranged sadist who hates her. Got it,” Gina responds.

“Wrong. I AM her friend. So I helped her! A few well-placed words here, some greased palms there, and a steady supply of perverted bets from her best friend… all of a sudden, Emilia’s life was constantly lewd! After a while, I didn’t even have to do anything. The townspeople all figured out that Emilia would take any bet no matter how dumb it was, and her entire body was on the table if she lost! Once I saw Emilia getting screwed in the middle of a grocery store with a $20 bill stuck in her hair, I knew my job was done, and my best friend’s future had been secured. I’m so kind, aren’t I?” the redhead giggles innocently. “But then, I had another problem…”

Samantha leans in, harshly invading the brunette’s personal space while staring at her intently with swirls forming in her eyes. “It felt good. I needed more. I could only imagine that there were SO many other girls out there with the exact same problem!” She leans in further, causing Gina to sit at a 45 degree angle away from the notably demented girl. “There had to be girls who insisted on keeping their bodies to themselves and pursuing other goals, when they were nothing but worthless whores waiting to be fucked senseless! THAT’S why the casino gig I had was so good! Yeah, I had to take dicks every day. And yeah, I hate dicks. And yeah, I had basically become the same kind of pitiful, cock-stuffed whore I saw in everyone else. But it’s not about me! IT’S ABOUT MAKING THEM ALL UNDERSTAND THE FACT THAT THEY’RE NOTHING MORE THAN HOLES DESIGNED TO BE USED BY-

It took a lot longer than it should have, but you’ve found the vending machines. It just hit you, though… vending machines cost money. You consider the possibility of going back and asking Gina for money…

“Hey Gina, I know I invited you to Girls’ Night Out and you didn’t really wanna go but I **** it anyway, and I also know you bought clothes for Samantha since neither of us could afford it, but… could you also buy us all drinks? We basically can’t afford anything and need to mooch off of you just to exist.”

…Not happening. Drinks are a dollar each, so you open your wallet and find… Gulp. Three dollars. Exactly.