A choice

Mechanical arms appeared through the ceiling, just as Vanessa had expected. The majority of them did something strange however. They remained dangling above Vanessa, but were not in her reach. One final hand appeared, holding a camera. "Mmmm uummm" Vanessa shook her head, she did not want there to be any photo evidence of this whatsoever. There was still dignity inside her even after what had happened that day.

"So tonight's forfeit gives me access to your social media!" The manager announced, causing Vanessa to shriek behind her pacifier. No understandable English was detected, but the manager could tell Vanessa was saying something along the lines of "My social media is my life! Please please don't take pictures of me! My whole career will be ruined!!" Plus a whole load of expletives.

The manager was going to ignore Vanessa's whining, but then she realised that there was another option for Vanessa. This whole installment was designed so that the occupant could make all the decisions from the options given to them. The idea was that the occupant was choosing their fate, wilfully, for a more relevant punishment.

"Well if you're really that bothered by it then I suppose you don't have to do it - for tonight at least. You will be sent through an evening process without any forfeits completed and a 0% score, so don't expect luxury!" The manager explained to Vanessa, who had finally stopped her whining.

Vanessa had a choice to make, but would she choose wisely? The manager smiled evilly as Vanessa made her choice.