She refuses.

"{if Popularity<50}N-{endif}No," Nat says.

"What?" Chuck stares at her, unbelieving.

"No," she says more firmly. "I'm not going to {if Slut_Clothes=true}get my breasts out{else}take my shirt off{endif} for you! Get a blackband if you want something like that."

"Yo, what the fuck, bitch?" Chuck exclaims, loudly enough that several people at nearby tables turn to look at them. Natalie flushes. The other boys at the table have stopped chewing and are watching the situation unfold grimly. "You think you're too good for me?"

"N-No...no, I just - "

"So then what the hell? 'Get a blackband??' I can get a blackband any fucking time I want! Most of 'em have their tits out all the time anyway. I wanted to see your tits."

"All right, calm down, I don't - " Natalie hisses, painfully aware that people have started to stare and murmur. But Chuck rides right over her.

"You know me askin' for a look at your tits is a compliment, right? I mean, shit - girls like to have their looks appreciated, everyone knows that. But I didn't realize I was dealing with some kind of uppity, uptight bitch who's too proud and snippy to accept, like, basic positive attention."

"It is pretty shitty," Biff adds. "Chuck's been nothin' but nice to you, and you ain't even gonna give him a little flash?"

"Forget it, dude," Chuck says angrily. "Clearly Natalie Pierce is just too much of a little cocktease to understand basic courtesy."

Natalie's ears are burning. Fuck! People are starting to talk. I - I - maybe I should just do it? {if Sluttery > 65}I mean, it would be fun...{endif}{if Popularity > 60}I don't want people to think I'm a bitch...{endif}But who knows how it could end?! If I'm not gonna do it, I should just...leave!