Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, Perfect

You open the rules window, not sure what to expect. First, you see the explanation. If you could count how many words you'd read of these popups, you'd probably have a full EULA by now.

• Prices are determined by how strongly the members of Your Subjects would object to the rules being placed, to a new element of control. In order for a rule to be listed, it must not provoke a violent reaction in the majority of those present (3). Prices will be refreshed every week. Rules can be discarded to make a new rule appear.
• Note: A rule may appear that is violently opposed by one person as it is still accepted by the majority. Control will not be held responsible should the owner end up assaulted, as stated in section 1.1.

Yeah, yeah. You look at the rules only to find that it is everything you had come to expect of this app.

The toilet seat can be left up- 100 points
A curfew of 9 PM will be imposed, all members must be in their room by that time- 500 points
Any member may use the restroom, regardless of whether a person is showering- 1000 points
Women shall be responsible for the cooking- 75 points
Everyone must contribute to the Household, whether monetarily or with services- 50 points

So many were either useless or needlessly clear in their bias. A toilet seat? You know that's what started all of this, but still that seemed petty, to demand that right. And at the end of the day, it'd accomplish nothing, change nothing about your life.

The curfew was odd. Why would it impose a random rule like that? Or was it just based on what rules were possible? It was expensive too. Though that isn't that surprising. You were all young and occasionally went out to clubs or other places late at night, but one of you stood out from the rest.

Sephora tended to disappear on the weekends, leaving on Friday, showing up for a meal or two on Saturday, only to crash in her room on Sunday exhausted. Even during the height of the recent crisis, she still left, to where you don't know. And asking only led to a coquettish smile and a "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The next one was ridiculous, sexual, and surprisingly, completely understandable. Rebecca had a terrible habit of taking long, almost hour long showers. And while this four bedroom apartment was very nice, it was cheap partially due to a design flaw. There was a single restroom, so if you happened to need to pee just after she starts, you would walk to the nearby gas station and pick something up to make the journey worth it after using the restroom. Some of the girls had begged to be let in, cutting her shower short. So there was a desire. But there was also a lot of resistance, because with the lesbians and you, only the combination of Sephora and Rebecca wouldn't be seen as sexual for either the shower person or the person entering.

The cooking rule seemed sexist from the outset, but the mechanical change was quite tiny. While you were not completely inept in the kitchen, you were limited to more simple meals, stuff like grilling chicken and steaks, making simple pasta and rices, and whatever could come from a microwave. Olivia, Sephora, and Rebecca all could run circles around you though. And once again, Erica didn't do anything, not even cook. So most nights, they cooked. The cost was probably exclusively due to the way the rule was worded, as getting out of cooking one day a week was barely anything.
And the last one, it was exactly what you wanted. Erica wasn't pulling her weight around here, and if the app punished her for it, maybe she'd finally start contributing and stop trying to get your ass in trouble. It was cheap, it was effective, it was perfect. And best of all, it didn't seem sexist or like it would be hard to implement. It was the last piece of the trifecta of stuff the app spit out. Stupid meaningless stuff, sexist stuff, and surprisingly on point moments of clarity.

Actually everything made sense except the curfew. Maybe that was some ghost of the past lockdowns, some desire that you all had in the back of your head. Or maybe the app just wanted to piss off Sephora. It wanted to control her after all, so keeping her here where she could be controlled was what it was designed for.