You try to delete the app

Lina was furious. The only explanation was that Mia was messing with her. She figured Mia had gotten this app made and dropped itching powder in her clothes.

She quit and deleted the app straight away and started her march to the common room to confront Mia. Her attention was caught by her screen flashing and a new message “Punishment! I’ll leave you at E!”

She wondered for a split second what that meant, but she quickly felt a pressure grow in her chest. Were they swelling?! She looked down and confirmed that they indeed had grown. They started to strain at your blouse.

She looked back at the phone and saw “Round 2 in 6 days.”

Starting to believe what she'd read, she stormed out to find Mia, who looked up at her from her phone.

“You can take them off for me!” She said, excitedly, lifting a stiletto-encased foot.

“Like hell I will. Look what you’ve done to me!” Lina heaved her chest to exaggerate it. “How am I meant to go about my day wearing nothing?! Just because you dress like a cheap slut doesn’t mean I should! How could you possibly compare wearing nice shoes to having to parade myself like this?”

Mia snorted, "maybe you'd know how uncomfortable they are if you actually wore them rather than hide them away in your closet, like you do with the rest of your body."

"You don't get to criticise me for the way I choose to display myself. We were raised to be modest. Even your makeup says slut -- imagine what mom would say if she saw you wearing that. All I'm doing is facilitating you by letting you come here and behave like this. You can keep them on until you're truly sorry."

Mia sensed the conversation not going how she had hoped, “well maybe you’ll think differently by next week. I’m going home early.”

She gathered her things into her backpack on and stormed out as Lina used her final reserve of bravado to yell, “say hi to mom and dad.”

The door slammed shut.