Quick App Status Check

While Clara and David continue their banter about Pulse nightclub, you discreetly slip your phone from your clutch, angling it away from their view. The screen immediately glows pink as you unlock it, Becky's animated figure appearing with a bounce of her cartoonish breasts.

"Hey there, point collector!" she chirps, her digital eyes sweeping over your new look. "Loving the bombshell makeover! Those extensions are giving me life!"

You tap the points tab, bringing up your current tally: 12 Return Points glowing in neon pink numbers.

"Looking for more action tonight, babe?" Becky asks, twirling a strand of her platinum blonde hair around her finger. "You've already crushed all four daily tasks! Such an overachiever!"

A notification appears on screen:

[DAILY TASKS COMPLETE: 4/4]

[BONUS ACHIEVED: +2 Return Points]

[RETURN POINTS TOTAL: 12]

[NEXT TASKS AVAILABLE: 00:00]

"New tasks drop at midnight, hot stuff!" Becky winks exaggeratedly. "But if you're **** for more points..."

She pauses dramatically, her cartoon eyes darting side to side as if checking for eavesdroppers.

"...you could always bank some Babe Bucks on the Transformation Wheel! One little spin equals one permanent upgrade to that smoking hot body of yours. And each Babe Buck gets you closer to premium features!"

A glittery wheel icon pulses at the bottom of the screen, labeled "SPIN ME!"

"What do you say?" Becky purrs. "Ready to get a little... enhancement?" Her animated hands cup her own enormous breasts suggestively.

"Something interesting?"

You jump slightly, nearly dropping your phone as David's voice sounds directly over your shoulder. You hadn't noticed him moving to your side of the table. His eyes flick to your screen, but all he sees is your Instagram feed—the app's perfect camouflage for anyone else looking.

"Just checking messages," you reply, quickly locking the screen. The heat of his body standing so close behind your chair sends an unexpected tingle down your spine.

"Clara wants to know if you're up for dancing at Pulse later," he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear him. "I told her it's been a long day for you."

There's something protective in his tone that catches you off guard. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. Jamie Russell isn't worth your time."

Before you can respond, Clara appears at your other side, three shot glasses balanced expertly between her fingers. "Tequila time!" she announces triumphantly. "The night is young, and we're celebrating Mia's fabulous new look!"

23:00 | Saturday 2 August 2025 | Fox & Crown pub, Putney