Take all three for a roller coaster ride

It's a tasty mocha. Just because you finished your test and you came twice doesn't mean you have to be in a hurry to get somewhere.

"Hey Carissa, why don't you have a seat? You can answer some more questions."

"Well I really would prefer my tits not get any bigger, but since you're such a great guy I'll give it a shot."

Erica crawls out from under the table with your pearly goo all over her face. She licks her lips. That's right, she's still seducing you.

Geraldine crawls out from under the table too. She's less concerned with you and more focused on her cum-splattered crush Erica, and then also the impossible hottie Carissa with her oversized boobs.

"Ladies, all of you, listen up, I have a question for you. Would you rather lose your bra but find a solid gold one tomorrow, or lose your shirt and find a jewel en..."

"Bra."

"Bra."

"Golden Bra!"

Okay that makes sense. The unasked question of incomplete questions has been answered. What really matters here is Geraldine's round pink nipples poking through her white top, Erica's tight sweater clinging to her soft titties with big hard nipples forming the shape of the garment, and Carissa's massive new chest, her boobs pressing like heavy melons against her work shirt, trying with all their mass to pop a button free.

Everybody may have just earned themselves some weird underwear sculpture or maybe just metal to pawn, but Carissa also looks far more at ease than a moment ago. She knows you asked the question to relieve her bra strain. What a nice guy.

"Hey girls, would you rather be able to pull infinite dollar bills out of your cleavage one at a time but only if someone is watching, or be able to turn other people's cum into gold?"

"Gold." Geraldine is quick. Then again, she also ha no cleavage.

Erica wipes a glob of your cum off her pretty face and drops it into Geraldine's hand. "Boob dollars."

"Yeah, boob dollars." Carissa answers last.

The cum Geraldine held in her cupped hand is now a weirdly lumpy wad of shiny gold.

Carissa is pulling cash out of the gaps between her shirt buttons, dollar bill after dollar bill. She probably has eleven dollars already.

Erica reaches for her own chest, but this sweater with no bra means no cleavage. She gives up quickly.

"That's okay, Erica, I've got more questions on the way."

"I bet you do." She wipes a few more globs of cum off her cheeks and forehead and drops them onto the wad of gold in Geraldine's palm.

"Whatcha got?" Carissa thinks she's ready for it.

"Would you rather be compelled to tell people honestly how horny you are any time you notice them checking you out, or be compelled to tell people one sexual detail about yourself every time they ask you a question?"

As they think about it, you go ahead and ogle them. You settle your eyes on Carissa. Her tits press her the top half of her shirt so hard it stretches the heavy fabric thin, but just below, it's bunched up in ruffles across her slender stomach, more extra cloth folding over the waistband of her pants. Carissa follows your gaze, and with a deep breath she answers your question, "so, I wish I didn't have to say it, but I'm actually pretty turned on right now."

You shake out of it and cast your gaze on Geraldine, but she doesn't notice you checking her out. She's fixed her sights on the hot mess Erica, and she says to you, offhand, "Uh, so, we'll start with I'm a lesbian." She chose to share sexual details.

But you haven't asked any new questions.

"Did you just offer that freely, or did you feel like you had to tell me that?"

"Um..."

"Geraldine, would you rather grab your breasts every time someone asks you a question or squeeze your butt every time someone asks you a question?" It doesn't matter what she picks, you just need to see if she does it before she gets asked another question.

She sets the golden cum lumps on the table and squeezes her butt. Holy shit it's recursive. That's what that means, right? The answer to the question affected the question itself?

You look to Erica, who has yet to answer your last question, somehow.

"I said it, I just whispered it and you weren't listening."

"What was it?"

She looks smug, like she's not gonna tell you because you already missed your chance, but you've just asked a whole new question of her, so she blurts out another detail "and I'm maybe a little more often into women than guys." She sighs. Geraldine perks up though.

"Geraldine, would you rather have Erica fall in love with you or have her find twenty thousand dollars in her purse?"

Geraldine glares at you and grabs her butt. Erica says "I like to touch myself with my left hand better. I'm a little asymmetrically sensitive in there." Her face shows she's scandalized, but she utters the words plainly, like trivia from the back of a box.

Geraldine and Erica are contemplating Erica's fate for whatever few seconds they have before they have to answer.

"Twenty grand, let's do it."

Erica is frozen for one second, then she lunges for her purse.

Carissa catches some passerby down on the sidewalk doing a double take at her through the café window. She says "this is pretty exciting. I'll admit I'm a little moist."

Erica pulls fat stacks of cash out of her purse, her jaw hanging wide open. She wipes the last cum off her face with a napkin and hands the napkin to Geraldine, who makes a crumpled up, gold leaf-encrusted napkin out of it.

Erica finally looks to Geraldine, the one who chose twenty-grand for her, and shows her a warm, honest, platonic smile. Geraldine curls her lip but smiles back.

"We should split it," Erica says to Geraldine. Geraldine just keeps smiling.

Money is exciting for Erica, but you know what really matters is figuring out how these questions work, and doing sex stuff a lot.

So you know a question can be an ex-post-facto trigger for its own choice, but you doubt you can use any kind of formal looping structure. It does give you some ideas though.

"Hey Erica, would you..." her eyes are wide. You can tell her whole self is choosing flight over fight right now, but when you first approached her you asked if she would rather answer your questions or strip naked. So here she is. "...rather give every man in here either three thousand dollars or a blow job or give every woman in here either three thousand dollars or eat her pussy?" You can't exactly speak parentheses, so order of operations tests are in order.

"Dude, fuck." She surveys the café, a lot of whose customers have finally started to notice some of your mischief. You can't tell if she's counting them or giving em once-overs but you do notice that she spins back around to answer you before she has time to finish. "The women." She frowns and hands Geraldine three thousand dollars. Then she gives Carissa an awkward once-over, and gives her a stack of cash too.

"Wow, not your type huh? Rejection doesn't exactly put me in the mood" says Carissa, adding how horny she is since Carissa checked her out. Then, to one of the guys at a nearby table grinning stupidly at her, she calls out "and neither does your staring, sir!" She pulls a dollar bill out from between the buttons of her top and she lays it squarely on top of the stack of three grand she's holding.

You sit with Carissa and chat for a while. She's hot as fuck with her too big tits and whether by nature or rathers, she's being super nice to you right now.

Erica starts sucking pussy pretty soon. Sometimes cash, sometimes head, but at one point she gets a woman in a skirt suit to shake and howl and cum into a paper cup, which she promptly gives to Geraldine.

It's been fun, and educational, and good for the economy, but now that you are discovering the finer points and more useless details of your power, you figure it's time to make some power plays.

Still, never say die.

On the way out of the cafe, you pass by each of them and whisper one last question, "Would you rather visit me by teleportation one day in the future of my choosing, or visit me by teleportation on a random day in the future."

Erica pays some lady and says, "random. Also I really dislike giving head."

Geraldine grabs her own ass and says, "random."

Carissa just smiles at you warmly and says, "why don't you choose?"