Descent to Depravity

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<<widget "you" container>> <<talk "you" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "abigail" container>> <<talk "abigail" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "adrian" container>> <<talk "adrian" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alana" container>> <<talk "alana" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alex" container>> <<talk "alex" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alexa" container>> <<talk "alexa" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "annie" container>> <<talk "annie" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "brad" container>> <<talk "brad" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "correy" container>> <<talk "correy" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "coach" container>> <<talk "coach" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "cpu" container>> <<talk "cpu" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "damion" container>> <<talk "damion" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "drew" container>> <<talk "drew" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "jake" container>> <<talk "jake" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "jamerson" container>> <<talk "jamerson" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "lester" container>> <<talk "lester" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "louis" container>> <<talk "louis" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "marcus" container>> <<talk "marcus" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "melissa" container>> <<talk "melissa" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "mia" container>> <<talk "mia" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "nicki" container>> <<talk "nicki" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "oli" container>> <<talk "oli" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "reece" container>> <<talk "reece" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "sophie" container>> <<talk "sophie" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "tanya" container>> <<talk "tanya" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "toby" container>> <<talk "toby" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "zoey" container>> <<talk "zoey" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl1" container>> <<talk "girl1" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl2" container>> <<talk "girl2" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl3" container>> <<talk "girl3" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl4" container>> <<talk "girl4" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy1" container>> <<talk "guy1" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy2" container>> <<talk "guy2" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy3" container>> <<talk "guy3" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "showCharacterInTracker">> <<set _character = _args[0]>> <<set _hasRelation = State.getVar('$' + _character.variablePrefix + 'rel')>> <<if _hasRelation>> <<set _image = _character.imagePrefix>> <<set _name = _character.name>> <<set _stats = State.getVar('$' + _character.variablePrefix + 'stat') || 0>> <div class="tracker-character"> <<print '<div class="tracker-image ' + _image + '-image"></div>'>> <div class="tracker-detail"> <div class="tracker-title">_name</div> <<for _i to 0; _i lt _stats; _i++>> <div class="tracker-stat tracker-statred"></div> <</for>> <<for _i to _stats; _i lt 25; _i++>> <div class="tracker-stat"></div> <</for>> </div> </div> <</if>> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Willpower *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeWillpower>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $willpower = $willpower + _amount>> <<if $willpower < -50>> <<set $willpower = -50>> <<elseif $willpower > 50>> <<set $willpower = 50>> <</if>> <<if _amount > 0>> <<willpowerIncreased>> <<else>> <<willpowerDecreased>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget willpowerIncreased>> <div class="box upwillpower mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Willpower Increased@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> <<widget willpowerDecreased>> <div class="box downwillpower mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Willpower Decreased@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Male attraction *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeMaleAttraction>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $maleattraction = $maleattraction + _amount>> <<if $maleattraction < 0>> <<set $maleattraction = 0>> <<elseif $maleattraction > 100>> <<set $maleattraction = 100>> <</if>> <<if _amount >= 10>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Greatly Increased">> <<else>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Increased">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget maleAttractionChanged>> <<set _text = _args[0]>> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;_text@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Female attraction *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeFemaleAttraction>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $femaleattraction = $femaleattraction + _amount>> <<if $femaleattraction < 0>> <<set $femaleattraction = 0>> <<elseif $femaleattraction > 100>> <<set $femaleattraction = 100>> <</if>> <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget femaleAttractionChanged>> <div class="box femaleattraction mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Female Attraction Changed@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>>

<<set $willpower to 0>> <<set $maleattraction to 0>> <<set $femaleattraction to 100>> <<set $panties to 2>>

<strong>Willpower</strong> <<willpower-meter>> <strong>Attraction</strong> <<attraction "male">> <<attraction "female">> <<nobr>> <<if passage() neq "Relationship Tracker">> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Relationship Tracker]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI; <<button "Relationship Tracker">> <<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>> <</button>> @@ </div> <</if>> <</nobr>> Created by AsherOlive Developed by AsherOlive and Dolman2016 V 0.6.0

@@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@ <br> <br> <<for _value range setup.characters>> <<showCharacterInTracker _value>> <</for>> @@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is an interactive game in which choices determine future actions you can take and how other characters will interact with you. Below is a rough guide on how to play Decent to Depravity. The main stat is Willpower. A higher Willpower will allow you to have more autonomy, allowing you to decide on your actions. One way to increase Willpower is by making decisions for yourself, particularly if the decision opposes what another wants. <<willpowerIncreased>> A lower Willpower will allow others to have a greater influence over you. You might find that you're more obedient to other characters' demands, and the option to choose for yourself isn't available. One way to decrease Willpower is by allowing other characters to make your decisions for you. <<willpowerDecreased>> If an option isn't available, the button will be greyed-out. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg='oh, magic depleted... Sorry.'><span style="color:#858585">Magic test button</span></button>@@</div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can make you more susceptible to others' sway or can make you bolder in your decisions.</div> Once you gain access to the Relationship Tracker, your relationship with other characters will play a part in determining possible choices. For the most part, characters will increase their relationship with you if you comply with their requests or if you impress them. Conversely, if you disappoint or fail to do as another character asks, you are likely to lose relationship points. <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship changed@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Often, denying another character's request can lead to an increase in Willpower but a fall in your relationship with that character.</div> Finally, attraction to male and female characters is displayed. Though it doesn't Different levels of the meters indicate different levels of attraction. Filling the meter shows that you are fully attracted to characters of that gender, whereas a partially filled bar shows various levels of interest and curiosity. <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Changed">> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can increase how impressionable you are, making you more open-minded to influence regarding your attraction.</div></div>

@@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@ <br> <br> <style> show-character-colours { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; gap: 1rem; } show-character-colourstalk { width: 8rem; } </style> <div class="show-character-colours"> <div class="box you talk"> Color for "you" is "#afeeee" </div> <div class="box adrian talk"> Color for "adrian" is "#adeed3" </div> <div class="box sophie talk"> Color for "sophie" is "#958de7" </div> <div class="box mia talk"> Color for "mia" is "#de5d83" </div> <div class="box zoey talk"> Color for "zoey" is "#e50666" </div> <div class="box annie talk"> Color for "annie" is "#f2b3c5" </div> <div class="box brad talk"> Color for "brad" is "#e7db42" </div> <div class="box tanya talk"> Color for "tanya" is "#856bd1" </div> <div class="box lester talk"> Color for "lester" is "#b22222" </div> <div class="box damion talk"> Color for "damion" is "#c13729" </div> <div class="box melissa talk"> Color for "melissa" is "#2a6bc1" </div> <div class="box abigail talk"> Color for "abigail" is "#ac2676" </div> <div class="box marcus talk"> Color for "marcus" is "#7a942e" </div> <div class="box louis talk"> Color for "louis" is "#1565C0" </div> <div class="box alana talk"> Color for "alana" is "#c12a52" </div> <div class="box reece talk"> Color for "reece" is "#fe5800" </div> <div class="box correy talk"> Color for "correy" is "#ca4600" </div> <div class="box alex talk"> Color for "alex" is "#a23800" </div> <div class="box cpu talk"> Color for "cpu" is "#5079e0" </div> <div class="box toby talk"> Color for "toby" is "#bb453a" </div> <div class="box drew talk"> Color for "drew" is "#9abb3a" </div> <div class="box jake talk"> Color for "jake" is "#27f549"> </div> <div class="box jamerson talk"> Color for "jamerson" is "#90a4ae" </div> <div class="box nicki talk"> Color for "nicki" is "#b86bd1" </div> <div class="box coach talk"> Color for "coach" is "#00bfff" </div> <div class="box alexa talk"> Color for "alexa" is "#f05682" </div> <div class="box oli talk"> Color for "oli" is "#bcafee" </div> <div class="box guy1 talk"> Color for "guy1" is "#5079e0" </div> <div class="box guy2 talk"> Color for "guy2" is "#ac594c" </div> <div class="box guy3 talk"> Color for "guy3" is "#7b9ae8" </div> <div class="box girl1 talk"> Color for "girl1" is "#bf00ff" </div> <div class="box girl2 talk"> Color for "girl2" is "#d39db1" </div> <div class="box girl3 talk"> Color for "girl3" is "#da96af" </div> <div class="box girl4 talk"> Color for "girl4" is "#bc6a89" </div> </div> @@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/exposition.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When we looked back at where we were 10 years ago, everyone expected space travel and virtual reality, so powerful that it was like living in another world. In reality, we have perfect carbon-neutral fuel, eradication of a few diseases, and phone screens that don't break when you drop them. Though it feels like we've been on the cusp of some breakthrough for years, nothing seems to happen. Your manager, Damion's, laugh cut through your thoughts, bringing you starkly back to reality. You'd grown up with Damion. He was a bully throughout elementary and high school. Fortunately, you'd had a short break when you went to University. But, after failing to secure a decent job with your degree, you ended up being forced to work at your local supermarket, with Damion's harassment once more being part of your life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/exposition 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You had hoped that your time at the London School of Economics would be the time that you could shine and show off your potential. In your opinion, it was still ruled by the confident muscled meatheads which girls seemed to fawn over. Initially, you had thought it was to do with them being better looking than you, though over time, you learnt it was more to do with confidence. Confidence seemed to be the key to life, and it's not something you yet had. Despite that, you were dreaming of a day in which people accepted who you were, and you were popular because of it.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Fuck sake! $name!'</span> Damion's voice startled you once again. His tone suggested this wasn't his first time calling your name.</div> He was standing by the phone, looking intently at you. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Clean up on aisle 6.'</span> He continued slowly and clearly, having got your attention.</div> You look around indignantly at the others in the breakroom. All of who had been sitting around far longer than you. Damion, who didn't seem to care about your protests, continued to look at you until you conceded and got up, ready to do the degrading task. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Where's your apron? We've talked about this. All employees need to wear proper attire when on the shop floor.'</span> He snapped at you just as you were turning to leave.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Please, Damion, I don't want to wear it! It's embarrassing!'</span> You say a little whinier than you intended.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'I don't want to hear it. Do you remember what Regional said to you when I had to bring it to them last time?'</span> He asked condescendingly.</div> You deflate and begin to head to the cleaning closet.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Stop. What did they tell you?'</span> Damion looked at you menacingly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That...'</span> You try to ignore the smirks going around the room. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That, I am to listen to my seniors and more experienced and not cause any more trouble.'</span> You recite sheepishly.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Exactly.'</span> He smiled smugly, satisfied with his victory.</div> You had never thought Damion would go to the higher-ups. But two months ago, you'd been called in front of a panel and reprimanded for consistently being disobedient. Since then, you had technically been on probation, and Damion had been having lots of fun with your predicament. You pulled on the black and white apron, tying a bow around your front, the straps pulled in at your waist, accentuating your slim figure. It almost resembles a maid's outfit, and you're sure it's on purpose. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/supermarket 3.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> You had always had a petite figure, and to your irritation, any muscle or fat seemed to gather on your bum and thighs, further emphasizing your small waist and delicate features. Girls that had grown close with you had always referred to you as "cute" or "adorable", which never bothered you too much until you started going to University. To them, you were wonderfully unintimidating, a guy they could talk to about other guys. Though it hadn't concerned you, you had never had a girlfriend or had sex, which you find worries you more.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/supermarket 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Cleaning up the spillage turns out to be much easier than you had anticipated. If you were being honest, you didn't mind working in a supermarket. It wouldn't be forever, and in the meantime, you had a lot of time to think and enjoy your own company. Still lost in thought, you idly make your way over to a till, spending the rest of your shift mindlessly checking items out for customers. As you put the "Till Closed" sign out, your last customer is a large man wearing a leather jacket, buying a couple of cases of beer. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Twenty-one pounds forty, please.'</span> You smile politely.</div> <div class="box guy1">The man hands you a twenty and a ten. <span style="color:#5079e0">'There's thirty, keep the change sweetheart, buy yourself something pretty.'</span> He gives you a wink.</div> You freeze, holding the cash in your hand. "Sweetheart?" You weren't sure how to take it, though it was pretty clear that he thought you were a girl.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you're not allowed to take tips]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you're not a girl]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1//banners/supermarket 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $tip is 1>>Flushed with embarrassment, you look down at the pink frilly apron. Quickly undoing the ties and taking it off. <div class="box you">The man turns to leave, and you call out after him. <span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not allowed to take tips!'</span></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'It's a gift, but feel welcome to give it to charity.'</span> He smiles over his shoulder, not slowing down.</div> Still full of embarrassment, you put the change in the charity pot and leave the till. You hurry back to the breakroom, just wanting the day to be over.<<else>><<set $tip to 1>>You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. The man just looks at you and laughs. <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'"Thank you" would go a looong way, sweetheart!'</span> He chuckles, waiting for your reply.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not allowed to take tips.'</span> You stammer back, still feeling confused.</div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Well then.'</span> He takes the ten-pound note back from you before giving you two pounds. <span style="color:#5079e0">'Put that in the charity box. And...'</span> He takes the ten and pushes it down your apron, which you suddenly realise you've been wearing this whole time. <span style="color:#5079e0">'...This is a gift!'</span> He laughs and walks off.</div> Flushed with embarrassment, you look down at the frilly apron. You sit stunned for a second before quickly taking it off, pocketing the money, and hurriedly making your way back to the breakroom.<</if>> On your walk home down dimly lit streets, you reflect on another mediocre day. Despite your current working conditions, you're confident that one day your potential will be realised, and you'll be on your way to a better life. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'$name?'</span> You hear Adrian's voice from the living room as you kick off your shoes.</div> You take a deep breath and force a more relaxed demeanour before entering the living room. Adrian was sitting in a sleek suit at the dining table in the living room with his girlfriend, Sophie. She was dressed in leggings and a crop top that showed off her tight waistline. They had been going out for two years, and though you were never sure how Adrian had scored a girl like Sophie, they seemed pretty good together.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, hey. You alright?'</span> You reply casually.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Yeah, pretty good, you?'</span> He started before you notice Sophie giving him a stern look. <span style="color:#adeed3">'Well, actually, there is something. You want to sit down?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You smile a little uncomfortably before sitting down. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Anything the matter? Something I've done?'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'No, not at all. Well, sort of. When we first moved in together after Uni, it made sense. We both needed a place to live and, neither of us was settled into a job. I pay most the rent here, which is fine!'</span> He added quickly, looking as uncomfortable as you. <span style="color:#adeed3">'Look, I'm fumbling my words. Me and Soph need our own space and were thinking of finding a new place, but if we did, you'd have to find a cheaper place anyway so, we thought we could just move in here. You could find another place?'</span></div> You knew the truth: when Adrian said "We" he meant "Sophie", and though you had expected this, you had not expected it today. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'$name? You're not mad, are you?'</span> Adrian asked after a few seconds of silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. Sorry, no, I'm not mad! That totally makes sense! I'm happy for you guys!'</span> You force yourself to smile.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'You don't mind?'</span> Adrian asked sceptically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, not really. I knew this would be coming someday soon. You two are so good together and, moving in was inevitable really, so I honestly am happy for you both!'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I knew you would be!'</span> Sophie smiles, satisfied she had her own way. <span style="color:#958de7">'Adrian has been so worried about telling you, but I told him this is just the way things progress. You'd be stupid not to know it was coming.'</span> She smiled jokingly, and you smiled back, though somehow you felt insulted.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your room is in disarray, one step away from being a total mess. Though at this point, you didn't really see the clutter. Looking at your phone, you saw you had the details of Melissa Penton. You start to type out the email: <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/home 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#5079e0">Dear Melissa Penton, I am a graduate from the London School of Economics. I have a master degree in Mathematics and Statistics. Despite trying, I have not yet managed to secure a job since leaving University. I am currently working as an assistant manager in a supermarket, though this is only a short-term position. I was told that you might be able to help me get a job that is more suited to my ability. Yours sincerely, $name $lastname</span></div> Pressing send, you begin settling in for the evening, thinking about watching porn or something else to zone out to. You sit on your bed, pick up your laptop and unbuckle your trousers. Your phone rings, displaying an "Unknown Number". <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/home 3a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hello?'</span> You say, unsure.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Hi, $name? This is Melissa from the recruitment aid department here at the London School of Economics.'</span> A lady answers who sounds barely older than you are.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... Yes, yeah. Um... I just messaged you. Nice to hear from you.'</span> You say, your mind scrambling to catch up with the quick turnaround.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/airport.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A male and female air-host greet you as you approach the plane. They both seem so attractive, standing tall with beautiful smiles. You feel like her eyes linger on you as you get closer. You always had been very desired. Well, at least in the confines of your imagination. You had always fantasised about being desired. //Wishful thinking//, you tell yourself, stopping in front of the two attendants, and fishing out your boarding pass. <div class="box guy1">They stop you as you move to head down the aisle. <span style="color:#5079e0">'First class seats are upstairs.'</span> He smiles graciously.</div> You falter for just a second. Instantly, you think there must be some mistake. Quickly understanding your confusion, the man points down to your ticket. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'First-class?'</span> pointing up to a door behind you with a staircase leading up to a higher floor.</div> You feel a little embarrassed as you ascend the stair. You feel clueless and as if they both knew it. A curtain drawn back at the top of the stairs reveals a large lounge area. It's furnished with plush sofas and armchairs, all looking like something from out of an advertisement. At the back of the lounge is a fully stocked bar area. It's flanked by two doorways, both with curtains drawn back. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A flight attendant emerges out of one of the doorways, her long legs visible beneath her skirt. As she walks, her hips sway lullingly from side to side. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Your ticket, please.'</span> She gracefully holds out her hand, and you comply. After a pause to process, she looks up at you and smiles. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Welcome to your flight with us today, $name. I'm Angela, I'll be looking after you today.'</span> Her gaze upon you feels soft and comforting. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your seat.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 2/flight 4.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box girl1">She turns, leading you through the lounge and into the seating area. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'The lounge and bar will be open when we reach our cruising altitude, or you're welcome to order straight to your seat.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... Thanks...'</span> You mumble, taking in the luxury of it all.</div> Entering the seating area, you see about twelve individual booths: all with plush leather seats, plenty of legroom and a large TV. You can't stop looking around, taking it all in, as though you're about to wake up from this lovely dream at any moment. <div class="box girl1">Angela stops in front of a window seat and gestures to the booth. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Have you flown first-class with us before?'</span> She asks pleasantly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wha?.. No, never!'</span> You say, snapping out of your daze.</div> She smiles at your innocence and proceeds to explain all the buttons and services provided by the airline. She leaves you feeling giddy with excitement. Settling into the comfortable chair, you watch the other passengers board and try not to make this look like your first-ever time. Throughout the first few hours of the flight, you don't interact with any other passengers. A few go into the lounge area, and you can hear muted conversations between them. You sit, looking longingly at the curtain separating you from the bar. Its feels as if your mind is spiralling, trying to think of the pros, the cons, and all the possible scenarios of going through beyond the curtain. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go through the bar|Brad 1]]>><<set $brad to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Enjoy your time here|Flight 3]]>><<set $brad to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 2/flight 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You're curious as to what it's like, and after watching a movie, to try and take your mind off it; your curiosity gets the better of you. You get up and head for the lounge. You emerge from the relative darkness of the seating area into the warmly lit bar. Music plays softly in the background, and a few people are standing or sitting and having conversations. Immediately you feel out of place with the suits and flashy dresses. You head over to the bar, looking as if you know what you're doing. Accidently, you make eye contact with a friendly-looking bartender who approaches you, even before you've had a chance to look at the cocktail list. You frantically pick up the menu, glancing down at the names of drinks that are so foreign to you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... uh... Please may I... have... a...'</span> You stall, trying to save yourself.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sex on the Beach. And, I'll take another Glen McKenna, neat.'</span> A man's smooth American accent comes to your rescue and orders for you. As you look up, you see him. </div> He's got a stunning gaze, and while he intently looks at you with his dark eyes, you take in his chocolate-brown hair gelled into a quiff and strong jaw-line. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'First time up front with us all?'</span> He asked, still smiling charmingly at you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... yeah.'</span> You reply, suddenly feeling shy under his deep stare.</div> You keep having to avert your eyes, constantly needing a break from his gaze. His smell is intoxicating, but in a way in which you just want to keep inhaling. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'You're travelling for business or pleasure?'</span> He asks, still looking deep into you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Business. I'm moving to America to work.'</span> You say, gaining confidence in this conversation. <span style="color:#afeeee">'and you?</span>' You add quickly, not wanting to seem rude.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Brad 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You're curious as to what it's like beyond the curtain, but your introversion gets the better of you. Instead, you chose to recline your chair, sit back, watch movies and order a few cocktails in your seat. You had your own thrown after all; why would you want to leave it? <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 7.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After a few drinks, you're feeling a little tipsy and switch to non-alcoholic beverages. At some point during the second movie, you doze off, waking later with the desperate urge to pee. You stumble down the plane and into the bathroom, impressed by how roomy it is. When you finish off, you're wandering back down the aisle when you notice something that stops you dead in your tracks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 9.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A stunning girl is on her knees. She's in a white mini dress that crops off around her shoulders. The bottom is pulled up, showing the curve of her hip and the black of her lacey panties. She's focused, moving her head smoothly, up and down, on the cock filling her mouth. Her almost perfectly photoshopped features make you think she had to be a model or something similar. It's such a contrast seeing such a beautiful woman performing such a dirty act. Yet, you can't take your eyes off her. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 10.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She's so engrossed in sucking the man's cock, that she seems like she's in her own world and loving it. Watching her take the length of the thick cock in her mouth, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious about your own. Yours was probably half that size. You wonder if she would get as much pleasure sucking your cock as she was right now. You swallow.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She adjusts her position and catches your eye. She continues moving her head, pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, staring directly at you. You're not sure what to do while she casually sucks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 11.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The guy turns his head, following the girls gaze, right at you. His eyes are dark and stunning, holding you in place. You feel so captivated by him, you can't bring yourslef to even look at the girl sucking his cock. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Excuse me.'</span> A voice startles you out of the spell, you glance up to see an air hostess smiling politely at you. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'If there's nothing I can help you with, then I'll need you to return to your seat.'</span></div> You pause, unsure if the lady has seen the erotic scene, or just choosing not to. Getting over your shock, you look back at the girl, still bobbing up and down on his cock. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... yeah... sure...'</span> You say mechanically; before you begin to make your way back to your seat, stealing one last glance at the girl: her mouth still sensually wrapped around the girth of his cock.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 12.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Sitting in a state of bewilderment, the image of the girl sucking the guy's cock, burnt into your mind, the drone of the aircraft feeling almost hypnotic. You can't sleep, remembering her eye's looking directly into yours, forming some sort of connection, while she tasted his cock.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You emerge from your sleep to the sensation of someone gently shaking your shoulder. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Miss?...'</span> There's another shake. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'... Miss?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 13.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Blearily you open your eyes and turn your head to the source of the disturbance. One of the air hostesses' is standing above you, smiling pleasantly. You want to correct her use of "miss", but she interrupts your train of thought. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'We are about to begin our descent. I have to ask you to return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seatbelt.'</span> She gives you the same pleasant smile before leaving you to compose yourself.</div> Waking up, you briefly catch the eye of the girl from last night. She smirks before turning away. You're suddenly self-conscious that the air hostess used "miss", and everyone heard. Why hadn't you corrected her? You were too tired to, you tell yourself. When you land, you go through immigration before being escorted to board your next flight. You're directed to a much smaller plane, though you are the only passenger on board. It takes you to a much smaller airport, where you step off the plane directly onto the runway. It's a mild morning. The sun is out but not hot, and the air is crisp. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Hm.'</span> He smirks with a charming half-smile. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'I'm returning from... both I suppose.'</span></div> Your drinks arrive. Yours is an elaborate mix of yellow, orange and red, with a straw sticking out of the top. His is a simple glass, a quarter filled with caramel coloured liquid. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/brad 4.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Bradley Scott.'</span> He holds out his hand, which you reluctantly take. But, instead of shaking up and down, he rotates the back of your hand towards him and nods, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You feel oddly giddy as he does so.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'$name $lastname.'</span> You respond softly, at a loss of what to say next.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'So, $name $lastname, you said you were lucky enough to move to the greatest country in the world for work?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, I'm going to be a Data processor and Lab assistant at Noir Institution. They're flying me out today.'</span> Brad raises his eyebrows when you mention Noir Institution.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'How funny, I'm a shareholder of Noir Institution. Do you know what department you're going to be in?'</span> He smiles, his accent bouncing and playing with the words.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... I'm not sure. The lady who interviewed me mentioned Dr Jamerson.'</span> You say speculatively.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Dr Jamerson? The big man himself.'</span> Brad looks impressed.</div> You're not sure why, but Brad's approval of you forms a warm feeling in your chest. You take another sip of the sweet cocktail threw the straw.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Brad 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You know him?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sure. We've met a few times. Noir Institution treats its shareholders well. And from what I hear, they treat their staff well too.'</span> He gives you a warm smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know. They're the ones who flew me on first-class. I can't believe the luxury of it!'</span> You pipe up, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, lending you its confidence.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'It is nice in here.'</span> He smiles at your innocence. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'I only really tend to fly first-class when my wife's using the jet. I like the company, when I'm not with her.'</span></div> You marvel at how rich he really must be. As you continue your conversation, Brad buys you another drink, and you're getting progressively tipsier and tipsier. Brad's in the middle of explaining the intricacies and skill behind gambling when a stunning European girl walks up and perches herself, resting on his knee. He continues to talk as if she wasn't there. The girl simply sits, listening attentively. You can't help but check her out, even though you try and pretend that you're still listening intently to Brad. She's in a green mini dress that crops off around her shoulders, giving you the view of her delicate neck and collar bones. She has high cheekbones and looks almost perfectly photoshopped. You had no doubt she had to be a model or something of the sort. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/brad 9.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Bradley, darling.'</span> She interrupted, her accent; laced with eastern European. <span style="color:#d39db1">'Are you coming to bed? I'm in the mood for a little... fun.'</span> Her voice was almost whiney.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sure thing, Sweety-pie.'</span> He says with a wink. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'Let me just finish up with $name, and then, I'm all yours.'</span></div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Your little boi friend can join us?'</span> She asked, glancing at you, making you wince.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'I'm not sure that's really $name here's thing.'</span> Brad chuckled.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Oh, not to join. But maybe, he can learn a thing? If they watch, they can see what it really is like?'</span> She bites her lip and looks seductively at you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Timidly, take up his offer.|Brad 4a]]>><<set $bradoffer to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse his offer.|Brad 4b]]>><<set $bradoffer to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/airport 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A large black man is standing in front of a black sedan, his arms crossed in front of him. You're not entirely sure what to do, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. He begins to approach you. <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'$name $lastname?'</span> He says, with a voice low, a hint of a French accent.</div> He's "large" in every respect of the word. About twice as broad as you and far taller. He has a shaved head and a well-trimmed circle beard. He smiles as he holds out a hand for you to shake. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/arrive 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes?'</span> You respond, reciprocating his broad smile and taking his hand. His hand is massive, totally engulfing yours.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Louis Reed. I'm the main driver for your division, and I'll be driving you to the campus.'</span> He says, leading you to the car. <span style="color:#1565C0">'I've already moved your bags to the car, so unless you'd like to quickly stretch your legs after your flight, we can get going?'</span></div> <div class="box you">Thinking about it briefly, you're tired and really just want to get wherever you're going and lie down. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No thanks, Louis. I'm actually pretty tired.'</span></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Sure.'</span> He smiles again and closes the car door after you before circling around to the driver's seat.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Long journey?'</span> He asks as he begins driving you off the runway.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It wasn't too bad. Could have been way worse.'</span> You respond, returning from staring idly out of the window. <span style="color:#afeeee">'First time I've ever flown first-class. I can't believe how nice it is there.'</span></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Sure is. The Noir Institution is very kind, and whenever I go abroad on company business, I'll fly first-class too.'</span> You meet Louis's eyes in the back mirror.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Do you get to fly out much?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'No, not really. Both Dr Jamerson and Ms Winters have their own drivers. I only really fly out with Zoey, but she doesn't have assignments abroad often.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/drive.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Noir Institution sounds pretty big.'</span> You say to yourself.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It is, though I'd say it's more influential than big.'</span> Louis must have heard and responded. <span style="color:#1565C0">'Dr Jamerson likes efficiency so tends not to like excess. Why have three people do what two can? I assume it's why he's kept his department so small.'</span></div> You take a few seconds to process the information. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Who's Zoey? You mentioned her earlier.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'She's the assistant lab administrator and is in charge of participant communication.. Essentially, she carries out Ms Winters' requests.'</span> He replies.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You know a lot about the Institution.'</span> You marvel at his knowledge.</div> He just smiles back. You find yourself liking Louis; something about him feels comforting, and his friendly demeanour is very disarming. The rest of the journey goes by quickly as Louis lets you rest. On the way to Delmarva College, he points out a few things of interest as you drive around the outskirts of a city. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/arrive 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'... There's a high-speed metro rail in and out of the city. Takes about a half-hour either way...'</span> Louis explains.</div> You continue to drive on past the city, listening to Louis bring up interesting aspects of life. Making idle conversation, he doesn't expect you to continue past a grunt or noise of agreement. At one point, you see the metro rush out of the city and ascend a hill at an incredible speed. The car turns off at a large black engraving that reads: 'Delmarva College: We are the Brave.' You pass through a small pine forest with needles littering the floor. When you emerge on a large clearing on the other side, you get your first sight of the college.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/drive.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It lies at the base of a mountain. There is a variety of buildings ranging from blocks of flats to what looked like a full-sized stadium. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/delmarva.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It's nice, huh?'</span> Louis speaks in a hushed tone; as if not to disturb your bewilderment.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. It's so... big!'</span> You marvel.</div> <div class="box louis">Louis chuckles, the sound like a low rumble. <span style="color:#1565C0">'It really is! You would have no trouble living here. It reminded me of some luxury hotel resort when I first arrived. It'll be a bit quieter until students return from summer break in a week.'</span></div> Nodding, you take it all in. Louis turns off onto a road that is signed: Noir Institution. At the end of the road is a roundabout, with a large building with black glass and silver beams. The car stops in front of the building, and Louis turns back to you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/NI.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Alright. If you head in, Mia will meet you at the front desk. I'll take all your bags and put them in your new place.'</span> Louis smiles, looking back at you over the driver's seat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> Is all you say, glancing up at the ominous tinted glass; looming above you. A sudden wave of fatigue reminds you how tired you actually are.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Hey, don't be nervous. Trust me, we've all been here before. But, I can honestly tell you, the Institution is the best company I've ever worked for. I truly became who I was meant to be here.'</span> His deep voice; softer and seemingly more comforting.</div> You just nod before mustering the strength to step out of the car into the cool mountain air and walk towards the entrance. <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It was a pleasure to meet you $name $lastname. We will see each other soon.'</span> You hear Louis behind you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You too.'</span> You say over your shoulder before entering through the glass doors.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The temperature inside the foyer of the building is pleasantly cool, which seems to change as soon as you cross the threshold. The room is white and warmly lit, with a very minimalistic approach. A circular reception desk sits in the middle, towards the back, and a girl sits behind the desk, focused on a computer. When you get closer, you see she's dressed in a grey and white short sleeved skirt-suit, dark hair tied back into a ponytail, and a pair of glasses perfectly round off her look. She looks up over the rims of her glasses, still lost in thought as she focuses on you, as she gives you a friendly smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, I'm $name $lastname. I've just flown in, and I was told to speak to you.'</span> You start, trying to sound professional.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yes! Hiya, $name! I'm Mia! It's sooo good to meet you! How was the flight?'</span> She surprises you with an extremely bubbly response, contrasting the posh foyer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh! Um... It was good! Actually, really nice... I'm tired now though.'</span> You stumble, caught off guard by her energy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'That's nice.'</span> She gives you a bright smile. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'll be showing you around today, then you have a medical in the afternoon, and then you're done for the rest of the day. I'm sorry it seems sooo busy, but don't worry, I'll get you home with plenty of time to rest.'</span> </div> You can't help but find her demeanour contagious and feel yourself perk up a bit. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I love new people coming, and we've had a few! So, I'm just so excited!'</span> She beams while she gets ready, throwing a scarf around her neck and over her shoulder.</div> Mia leads you back out the front, past a few more buildings, all with the same black glass aesthetic. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'These are all Noir Institution buildings. You'll be in Research under Dr Jamerson. Someone from his department will show you around tomorrow.'</span> She says, turning and walking backwards in her heels to talk to you.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/stadium.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia">She then spins full circle to continue your tour. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Over there is the Diamond Stadium, where the Delmarva Diamonds play.'</span> She grins, pointing to the stadium that you saw earlier. <span style="color:#de5d83">'We're really lucky to have really close ties with the college. I loved college, so many memories. And here it feels like I never left!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You follow her in silence, feeling overwhelmed but doing your best to take everything in. The campus area is beautiful and immaculately kept; it looks as though it were all new. There are gardens and mini-forests dotted around the campus, making the space feel fresh and open. Mia shows you the sports buildings equipped with a state-of-the-art gym, full-sized Olympic track and a research facility. There's a medical centre, which stands out with its white glass decor. Mia boasts about the plastic surgery department, where people fly in from all over the world to have work done. She reminds you of your medical later today and points out where you need to go. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After, she points out a series of restaurants and a cafeteria area, explaining that there were others. But this would probably be your closest. Finally, she directed you to the living areas, ascending the mountain. The living area is divided into areas. With the apartments at the bottom, more luxurious condos further up, and houses, probably with a stunning view of the valley, at the top. She explains as you walk up the hill; that most freshmen live in the apartments and then move into the city, catching the metro every morning. Generally, staff live in the condos and are offered places in the houses when they've worked for a certain number of years. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/condo.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'So... What do you think?'</span> Mia turns to look at you, stopping in front of one of the condos.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's amazing.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I still struggle to believe its not a dream. I keep expecting to suddenly wake up and be so disappointed.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Isn't it just the best?!'</span> Mia agrees with delight. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Okay. I have a present for you...'</span> She grins. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Hold out your hand and close your eyes.'</span></div> You don't quite know what to think, but do as she says. You feel a cold band wrap around your wrist and open your eyes. You can see a thin, baby-blue band with a small metal clasp on the underside. Confused, you look up at Mia. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks?'</span> You say, waiting for her explanation.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/condo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship Tracker Online@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Mia White added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $miarel to 1>><<set $miastat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Abigail Winters added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $abirel to 1>><<set $abistat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, it isn't really from me. Everyone on campus is required to have one. It's like your ID, your purse and your keycard all rolled into one! So, it's literally used for everything! It also syncs with your phone so you know what you can afford. It'll let you into your place and any other buildings. You use it go get food, and use the public transport around campus and into the city. So, never take it off.'</span> She holds up her own white wristband. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Wanna give it a try?'</span> She gestures to the door.</div> You're impressed and take a step towards the door, looking for a place to scan your wristband. When you get to the door, you hear a ding and a click as the door unlocks, shunting backwards about an inch. You turn to give Mia a look of excitement. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It even tells the time.'</span> She beams and nods rapidly before following you in. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You're on the second floor. Which, in my opinion, is sooo the better one to have!'</span> Mia says, leading you up the stairs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You said that there's going to be a few people starting with me?'</span> You ask as you follow her perfect hips as they sway from side to side up the stairs.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah. There's another boi starting at the same time as you. His name is Oli. He's sooo sweet and adorable!'</span> She says as she stops at your door.</div> Something about the way she said "boy" bothered you, though not enough to distract you from being in this moment. When you get into range, there's a familiar ding and the door clicks, opening an inch for the two of you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Stepping into a hallway, you hear the door shut behind you. You walk through the hall into a large open-plan kitchen and living room. A staircase rests on the back wall leading up to a second-floor balcony above the living room. The two far walls are full-length windows spanning both floors, showing a stunning view of campus below you and the city in the distance. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/view.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're stunned by the luxury of it all, unable to believe this was real. You collapse onto one of the sofas overlooking the view. After getting lost staring off into the distance, you get to your feet, using your mustered energy to go upstairs. When you reach the top of the stairs, you're greeted by your new bed. It's larger than any bed you've had before, and its baby blue sheets match your wristband, which is a nice touch. French doors reveal a balcony with a set of table and chairs, next to a hot tub. At the back of the room are two sliding doors and an open door revealing a bathroom. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/bedroom.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Approaching the sliding doors, you open them up, stepping into a walk-in wardrobe. You have to do a full spin to take it all in. It's well lit with tall mirrors, making it look far longer than it is. It's far too big for the meagre amount of clothes you've brought with you, and you wonder how you'll ever be able to fill it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/wardrobe.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A few boxes have been left in the wardrobe. Boxes that you assume are your clothes. Finished with the tour, you decide that it's probably best to have a shower first, and then you'll be able to relax before going to your medical. There's also a very large box, that hadn't been with your boxes that you'd left Sophie to send. You see that unlike the other boxes, this one is addressed to you. An excited sensation build up inside you as you have an idea of what's inside. Wasting no time, you quickly but carefully open the box, treating it's content as precious cargo. Inside are <<if $clothes is 1>>several<<else>>a few<</if>> bags all hanging on a pole that goes though the box. <<if $clothes is 1>>You're excited as you realise what's inside. You pull out three suits that you chose. They look good. The fabric is shiney and sleek, and they were totally free. You can't believe that you'd lucked out so much. You also find a note tucked between the suits: <span style="color:#c12a52">'Darling, Here are your suits, I hope to see you soon at Delvarma and good luck with your new job. Best, Alana</span> Next, you decide you need to take a shower. Freshen up after your flight and before your medical.<</if>></div> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/bathroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The bathroom is far more luxurious than you had imagined; it's roomy and has an almost calming aura. You strip off your clothes, leaving them over the marble floor before stepping into the shower and turning it on. Instantly, you have to retreat to a corner to escape the cold water and tentatively adjust the temperature. The large shower head pours water down onto you like hundreds of raindrops, making you shiver with satisfaction. Closing your eyes, you let out a long exhale, almost feeling dizzy as you let go of any tension in your body. You use the provided body shower gel and clean up. You finish up, shutting the water off. Stepping out of the shower, you grab one of the fluffy towels and wrap it around your shoulders. There's a velvety-looking bathrobe you put on once you're dry, and it feels as good as it looks. You step over your travelling clothes and pause. //New place, new me//: you think, scooping up the dirty clothes and meandering downstairs to find a washing machine. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 3.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> It takes you a few moments to work out the confusing symbols, but you think you get it, setting it to wash and dry. There's a //click//, letting you know the machine has begun its cycle. You spend a second watching your clothes, slowly rotating in the washer and make a mental note to add a lot more next time. //Part of being a responsible adult.// You smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Back upstairs, you begin finding places for your clothes from the boxes, with the intention of finding something to wear to your medical. You were right earlier; you're almost finished unpacking, and you hadn't even taken a quarter of the available space. </div> <<if $panties is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Pulling out a note the lies on top, you read: <div class="box alana">'Hey Darling, I hope you don't mind, I assumed, based on what you wore to our little meeting, you would need some casual clothes that fit you well. I even took the liberty of adding a hoodie or two, as I guessed that was your go to statement. I so look forward to seeing you again. Alana 🖤'</div> You can't help but break into a smile as you go into the box pulling out hanger after hanger. The first three bags contain the suits that you tried on with Alana, in various colours. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 6b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The next few bags contain, two sets of skinny jeans, two hoodies and a few tops. You hang the clothes up and spend a few seconds admiring them. Excited to try them on, you leave to finish the tour and shower up. Putting the note on the side, making a mental note to keep it, you back out of the room to explore the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening a back pocket of your final suitcase, you take out all your boxers. Emptying them out onto the floor before finding a drawer to put them into. You sit back after you're done, admiring your handy work. <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 8a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You choose to wear all the clothes picked out for you by Alana. It isn't what you'd normally have selected for yourself, but you're excited to wear an outfit entirely from a stylist. The jeans are skinny and high waisted which you notice fit you most of all. <</if>>After finding an outfit to wear, you think about killing time. You see your laptop and instantly, a wave of arousal washes over you. You sit, staring at your laptop, but somehow, you can't bring yourself to go and get it. Besides, your medical would be soon, and you didn't want to get caught up in the moment to the point that you lose track of time. Instead, you pick up the TV remote and idly flick through channels. One thing you surmise over about an hour of watching. American TV had a lot of adverts. Not just that, they seemed louder, you almost thought that British adverts were, in comparison, quite conservative. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/condo 10a.mp4' autoplay loop mute style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You had to fight the urge to doze off as you sit watching some show that you assume is a rerun. Somehow, fighting it seems to make you feel more tired. You're eyes feel heavy. //You can rest them for just a second//, you think, letting your eyelids close. The sensation is so pleasant. A feeling that you've been yearning for... <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 4a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You jerk your eyes open, escaping the embrace of sleep. Taking a deep breath of air, you sit upright, trying to stimulate yourself. Sitting watching TV is definitely not the best move. You are better off going for a walk. Looking at the time, you have enough time to go out and get your bearing on campus. When you leave the house, the cool air against your skin feels like a fresh start.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Explore 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening a back pocket of your final suitcase, you plunge your hand in to retrieve its content. You freeze. Confused by the unexpected feeling of the material. Pulling it out, you reveal a lacey black thong. You're not sure how to react and just sit with a dumb look on your face while you clutch the panties. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 8b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After a few seconds, you drop them and go back in, pulling out more pairs of panties; in different colours and styles. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare down at your newly acquired stash of panties. It's then that you notice a folded piece of pale pink paper amongst the fabric. Unfolding it, you read: <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 9b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It takes you a few to work out what she meant, and then it hits you all at once. In a panic, you rapidly go through your remaining clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor. She had taken all your boxers and changed them with panties. You don't know what to do. There was no way you could wear panties; There was no way you could wear nothing! You're mind spiralled overthinking all the issues with going commando. A stroke of genius comes over you, and rush down the stairs searching for the boxers you'd worn on the plane. They'd be wet, but at least you'd have something to work with. You're greeted by a slow red pulsing on the washing machine. Your heart stops as you try the door; it's locked. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/panic 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Frantically, you start pressing buttons, trying to find a reset button. The screen glitches and then shuts off suddenly. You hold your breath, waiting for some life to return to the machine. After waiting a few seconds, you get the sense that it's died. Instead of panicking, you try to think rationally. There was definitely someone you could call to help with this. You go over to the phone. Thankfully, you hear a list of options, and you pick reception.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Good afternoon, this is Emma from reception. How can we help you today?'</span> A friendly voice greets you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm having some trouble with my washing machine. It's died and isn't letting my clothes out.'</span> You say, trying to sound calm.</div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Sure, I'll have someone from maintenance come and look at it... Let me just see what we have available.'</span> There's a pause as you wait for her to have a look. <span style="color:#da96af">'I'm sorry, it looks like everyone is on a job, at the moment. Lester can be with you within the hour.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, that might not work. I have a medical examination in just over an hour, so I might not be in.'</span> You reply, debating whether to show up to your appointment late.</div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'That's fine. Then I'd like to ask you a few things about the issue, so I can take some notes. Could you start by explaining to me what you saw?'</span> She asks as if reading off a script.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure. I put my clothes in, and set it to wash and dry. Then I went upstairs, had a shower, and was sorting my clothes.'</span> You summerise. <span style="color:#afeeee">'When I came back down it was pulsing red. So I tried pressing a few buttons, and the screen went all funny and then just shut off.'</span> </div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'That's fine. Do you remember what buttons you pressed to set the machine?'</span> She read the next question.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not entirely...'</span> You start but are cut off by a knocking at your door. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, sorry, someone's at the door.'</span></div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Thank you for calling the front desk.'</span> She said before putting down the phone.</div> You go to open the door, wishing you weren't just dressed in your dressing gown and tie it up tighter, just in case. Opening the door, a large dark man; tall, but more noticeably, broad all over. He has a bold head and a full beard. Obviously, he works out, evident from the muscles barely contained by his dark blue overalls. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You called about a problem with your washing machine?'</span> He asked, his voice gruff.</div> You feel frozen, intimidated by his presence. He patiently waits as you try to formulate the words. Your aware of the fact that you're just wearing a dressing gown and completely naked beneath <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'I'm Marcus. I'm with the maintenance team.'</span> He speaks more slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... It just stopped working.'</span> You manage to get out.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Can I come in? and look at it?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh yeah, sure.'</span> You answer, stepping to the side, allowing him to pass.</div> There's a moment's pause before Marcus steps past you, having to turn to his side as he does so. There isn't room for two people in this hallway, and you feel his body brush against yours as he passes. Obviously, he's more familiar with the condo than you are, and you follow as he makes his way straight to the washing machine. Getting down onto one knee, he experimentally presses a few buttons with no response. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'What happened?'</span> He asks, beginning to remove a panel.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I just set it normally and then went upstairs. When I came back, it was glowing red. So, I tried to push some things and, well... it just turned off.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Uh-huh.'</span> He says, clearly not listening to your basic explanation.</div> You stand in silence as he does his job. After a while, he turns to you, an eyebrow raised. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You don't need to watch me. You welcome to do whatever.'</span> He states, an inflexion of judgement in his voice.</div> Embarrassed, you turn to go upstairs, and Marcus goes back to fixing your washer. It's probably best to find something to wear. You pick out your outfit and then sit, debating about what to do for your underwear situation. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You would just go commando, but you had a medical, and it's totally possible they would ask you to strip down, then you'd be in a lot of trouble. Alternatively, you could just wear the panties; that would save you potentially being humiliated. Sort of. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/maintenance 5.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You begin to sort through the pile of panties, taking out any thongs or g-strings: anything that was too revealing. Looking at what was left, you could probably get away with it. A few of them would offer you descent coverage, you think, picking up a pair of grey hipster panties. Surely, it's worth just trying them on. You drop your dressing gown and pull up the panties. The material feels great, and an odd sensation makes your breath short in your chest. You turn and look at yourself in the mirror, taking into account a few angles. It was hard to deny that they really showed off your hips and butt. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/maintenance 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A knock snaps you out of your dream-like state. You pull on your dressing gown and hurry to answer the door. Marcus is still tinkering with the washing machine, and it looks like he's taken the entire front off it. Opening the door, you see another black man dressed in the same uniform as Marcus. He's taller than Marcus, at least a head over you, and his skin is a few shades lighter. His eyes are kind and his entire look is clean and well put together. <div class="box lester">He gives you a wide smile before greeting you. <span style="color:#b22222">'Hi there. You must be $name. I'm Lester Brooks, Head Custodian here at Delmarva College.'</span> His voice is playful.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Lester Brooks added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesrel to 1>><<set $lesstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'H-hi... $name $lastname, It's nice to meet you.'</span> You say, feeling hyper-aware of your dressing gown and the panties beneath it.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's nice to meet you too.'</span> He smiled. <span style="color:#b22222">'...Can I come in and look at your washing machine?'</span> He says after a few seconds of silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh. Yeah, of course, I'm sorry.'</span> You apologize, stepping away through the hallway.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Don't sweat it.'</span> He says, and as he brushes past you, you can smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne.<span style="color:#b22222">'Hey Marcus, what's going on, brother?' </span>Lester perks up when he sees Marcus.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Not a whole lot. I finished a job next door when I saw the work order. Thought I'd drop by, take a look.'</span> Marcus says, giving Lester a fist bump before looking back at the machine. <span style="color:#7a942e">'Same problem as yesterday.'</span> He grunts.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester turns to you. <span style="color:#b22222">'$name. There's a binder explaining everything here.'</span> He glances over at a binder in plain sight on the kitchen counter. <span style="color:#b22222">'Read it. It'll let you know everything you need to know about this place. and then, hopefully, we can avoid little mishaps like this happening.'</span> You both look knowingly at the washing machine. He pauses and gives you a quizzical look. <span style="color:#b22222">'I like the robe.'</span> He compliments, his tone laced with a sprinkle of irony.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, it was the one upstairs. It's so nice.'</span> You stroke your own arm, as if to prove a point.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Do you normally like to wear nothing but a robe around men, while they do the real work?'</span> He asks, his tone suddenly serious.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say nothing|$maintenance3]]>><<set $maintenance3 = 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Retort|$maintenance3]]>>/<<set $maintenance3 = 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $maintenance3 is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $maintenance3 is 1>>You stand, stunned, your brain hardly able to think quick enough to process what's just been said. <<set $lester to 1>> There's a moments silence that seems to stretch on for hours. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'That's what I thought.'</span> Lester smirks and taps the binder, turning back to the job.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I have a medical later. I was just getting changed when you knocked.'</span> You say, unsure if you read his tone correctly.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester laughs before turning back to the job. <span style="color:#b22222">'Oh, don't forget to read the binder when you have time; it's important.'</span></div><</if>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes. Yes, I'll read it.'</span> You say<<if $maintenance3 == 1>> submissively<</if>>.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You can go now. Don't worry about it and let us work. We'll fix this mess.'</span> Lester said, a warm smile still on his face.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You<<if $maintenance3 == 1>> barely<</if>> return the smile before heading back upstairs.</div> The further you are away from him, the less it feels as if your head is swimming. Breath returns to your lungs, and you can now take a long, deep breath. You weren't aware of how you felt until you sit down heavily on your bed to recover. Feeling the soft material of the panties, you're reminded of another issue. What are you going to wear to your medical? Glancing at your phone, you notice you don't have too long to decide; you'll have to leave soon to be on time. You can hear the two men downstairs chatting as they work. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to wear the panties|Maintenance 5a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to go with nothing|Maintenance 5b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $panties is 1>>You couldn't see much choice. There was no way you could go without underwear and risk being humiliated in your medical. You pull on your other clothes, feeling the slight tightness of the panties as they encompass your little package.<</if>>You say goodbye to Lester and Marcus as you leave, neither of them giving you much of a response past a look in your direction and a grunt. Once you're outside, you're hit by the brisk air. You retrace the route Mia had shown you earlier to the medical centre, passing a few people on your way. A boy, a little younger than you, with bright blue eyes, light freckles across his nose and cheeks, and messy blonde hair, probably a freshman at the college. The two of you exchanged friendly smiles, and suddenly you felt much more optimistic about your day. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You walk into the large beige medical building. Using your wristband to check in, you are pointed in the right direction by the reception. You're told to take a seat in a waiting area, and it isn't long before a lady in her late-thirties pops her head around the door.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">There was no way you could wear panties. //You were a guy, guys don't wear panties//, you tell yourself //... even if they were comfortable.// You strip off your undergarments and prepare to leave, ready for any consequences that may entail. //Then again...// You glance back at the panties on the floor, feeling your jeans rubbing uncomfortably against your dick. //Maybe it was just safer to go with something on. You never know what might happen.// </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go without anything.|Maintenance 5a]]>>/<<set $panties to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just wear the panties.|Maintenance 5a]]>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Tanya Reyamov added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $tanrel to 1>><<set $tanstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'$name $lastname?'</span> Her voice is soft, yet there's a hint of command behind it.</div> You stand and step into the room, closing the door behind you. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It is nice to meet you, $name $lastname. My name is Dr Tanya Reyamov. Noir Institution uses my expertise in the psychological field to assist with evaluations such as these, both in the physical and psychological evaluations of staff and subjects. Please have a seat on the examination table.'</span> She introduces herself, giving you a warm smile, putting you more at ease. You detect a hint of a foreign accent, though you struggle to place it; perhaps Eastern-European.</div> Propping yourself up on the table as instructed, you now have a second to get a good look at her. She's wearing a white midi-dress that seems form-fitting as her large tits and wide hips strain against the fabric. Her body seems perfectly proportioned, and you can't help but sexualise her. Her brown hair is perfectly blown out, with her bangs falling over the top of large gold hoop earrings. She has plump, glossy lips and long dark eyelashes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'To begin my examination, I will need all your clothes off.'</span> She says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you">You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything?</span><<if $panties is 1>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Even my pan... ehm, underwear?'</span> You correct yourself before making a mistake.<<else>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Even my underwear?' You ask.</span><</if>></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'No, of course not.'</span> She dismisses your worry, giving you the same warm smile.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">//Yeah... Of course not,// you repeat in your head as you begin to strip off your top layers. Once you're just in your jeans, you pause, summoning the courage to reveal your<<if $panties is 1>> panties<<elseif $panties is 0>>self<<else>> boxers<</if>>. You're not totally sure what you're afraid of. She's a health care professional, after all. You pull off your trousers in one motion, revealing your<<if $panties is 1>> hipster panties<<elseif $panties is 0>>self<<else>> boxers<</if>>, and return to the examination bench. There's a seconds pause<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> as you hold your breath<</if>>, waiting for the doctor's judgement. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 4 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Dr Reyamov simply looks up from her chair, flashes a brief smile, and then goes back to her paperwork.<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> A rush of tension leaves your body as she appears not to care about your unfortunate position.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Actually, if it is okay with you, let us start with a verbal examination. I'd like to initially look at your lifestyle before coming to Delmarva. Please tell me about any physical activity you were involved with on a regular basis.'</span> She asks without looking up, finishing her notes.</div> <div class="box you">You think about it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sport was never really my thing. But, I used to walk to work everyday.'</span> You say, a little embarrassed.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Oh, what about anything not regularly then. The occasional hike? or a game of anything in the park?'</span> She asked, indicating your response wasn't exactly what she was looking for.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um... Not really.'</span> You admitted.</div> <div class="box tanya">There's another pause as she records your answer. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That's okay. Remember, I'm not here to criticise you. Just to understand your lifestyle so I can make the necessary adjustments. We will be addressing your lack of physical activity while you are with us here. Next, we will move onto your mental health. Have you ever experienced long-term mental illness of any kind?'</span> She asks, tilting her head quizzically.</div> Her eyelashes float upwards as she looks up at you with her brown eyes. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No.'</span> You reply simply.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. Overall, would you describe yourself as "happy"?'</span> She moved on to the next question.</div> <div class="box you">You felt a little more prepared for this one, primed by the question in your interview with Abigail. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I wouldn't have said I was. I felt like my life was going nowhere, and I felt helpless to do anything about it. But now, I guess, I feel more optimistic, and I have Noir Institution to thank for it.'</span> You smile at her as if to reinforce your newfound happiness.</div> <div class="box tanya">For a moment, all you can hear is the noise of her pen tapping on her tablet as she records your answer. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That is good. Noir Institution is very involved about upkeeping the wellbeing of their employees. Afterall, it would be a bad business model to produce drugs that can help improve others happiness from a company with troubled employees, yes?'</span> She smiles as she asked rhetorically.</div> You murmur in agreement. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'I need a few answers about your current diet.'</span> She starts. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Describe for me a normal days meals for you.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You take a second to think. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If I wake up in time I would have cereal for breakfast. If I didn't I'd skip it. For lunch, I'd have a sandwich, ham salad or cheese. And for dinner, I sometimes have instant meals. Sometimes I have frozen chips, chicken and some frozen veg. Nothing fancy.'</span> Your answer feels a bit lame.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you snack?'</span> The doctor asks while scribbling down your answer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes. I have a snack before lunch, and usually a few crisps when I come home from work.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya">There's a slight pause as Dr Reyamov furrows her brow. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Oh! Chips. Fries. Crisps. I understand...'</span> She smiles, amused <span style="color:#856bd1">'Sorry, that will have to stop.'</span> She says, more bluntly, before going back to her tablet.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Next, I would like to know about your experience with alcohol and recreational drugs. How many units of alcohol would you say that you consumed in a week?'</span> She looked up at you seriously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I'm not sure... Maybe... 4 units? Maybe more, if it's an occasion.'</span> You speculate.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'That is fine. I will write 4 units for now. What beverage would you typically drink?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Beer. Mostly.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Not beer. Beer is not a good one. In the future, if you must consume alcohol, please have either spirits with a mixer of your choice. Tonic is preferable. Even cocktails possess vitamins. But beer is just empty.'</span> She instructs you. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Please let me know of any recreational drugs you have used? And please, I am not the police. I just need a view of your history.'</span> She asks plainly.</div> <<if $smoke is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You shift uncomfortably on the table<<if $panties is 0>>, reminding you of your naked self<</if>>. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to use weed when I was at university. Not much, though; only a bit every so often. And... I have used a little recently.'</span> You admit sheepishly.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's okay. Here, unlike in England, Marijuana is legal. Obviously, certain strains are illegal, but you already know that.'</span> She looks at you seriously.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You shift uncomfortably on the table<<if $panties is 0>>, reminding you of your naked dick<</if>>. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to use weed when I was at university. Not much, though; only a bit every so often... Though, I don't know yet if I want to use it again.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's okay. Here, unlike in England, Marijuana is legal. Obviously, certain strains are illegal, but you should already know that.'</span> She looks at you seriously.</div><</if>> You did. Certain strains had been cross-bred with plant species found in the Amazonian Jungle, which could cause powerful hallucinations. More dangerous varieties could induce comas or even death. Suddenly a relatively harmless drug possessed deadly capabilities. It was a major scare a few years ago, but the fear died out over time. The strains with the ability to cross-breed were outlawed, and those found using such strains were charged with possession and intent to cause harm. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. We just need an idea of your past use. Dr Jamerson has been given permission to work with some of these banned strains, but you'll probably hear more about it when you start work there. I heard you've been assigned to his department; lucky you.'</span> She gives you an impressed look, and you can't help but feel proud of yourself for earning Dr Reyamov's approval. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Now. I would like to complete a few tests for the final phase of your examination. It is a physical examination. I will need you to stand in the middle of the room for me. Arms outstretched to the side, to begin with.'</span> The doctor commands.</div> <<if $panties is 1>>You hop off the bench and suddenly feel the cool air, reminding you of the panties offering you limited coverage. Embarrassment feels as though it causes a knot in your chest as you stand, arms outstretched as instructed. <<elseif $panties is 0>>Slowly, you hop off the bench, your worst fear coming true. The cool air against your bare skin makes you hyperaware of your lack of cover. The feeling makes it hard to put the thought of your nudity out of your mind. Your cheeks burn red with embarrassment, but the doctor doesn't seem to care. Strangely, her indifference doesn't bring you much comfort. <<else>>You hop off the bench and suddenly feel the cool air against your skin.<</if>> A few moments go by as Dr Reyamov circles you, scribbling notes on her tablet as she does. You feel a little uncomfortable like she's judging you as she takes a pace, pauses to write and continues. After a few minutes of inspection, she speaks, still looking down at her notes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It would seem, from a cursory glance, that despite your lack of exercise and poor diet. You have been blessed with good genetics.'</span> You feel the same sense of pride as she compliments you. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That is not to say it cannot be far better.'</span> She adds, dampening your pride a little. <span style="color:#856bd1">'We will need to see fat distribution, and test bloods.'</span> She starts to get out instruments from drawers.</div> Standing in silence, you watch as she pauses and exclaims something under her breath; you assume a curse. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'I need a new calliper. You stay here. Please stay right where you are.'</span> She commands, her tone turning sterner. <span style="color:#856bd1">'You understand?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span> You nod.</div> Obediently, you stand, looking around the room to pass the time. Dr Reyamov's tablet catches your eye on the desk next to you. You can see it's still open, though you're sure that it's supposed to be turned off. You can see that they're notes written by the doctor, but you can't make any of them out from here.</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay where you are|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to disobey"><span style="color:#858585">Carefully get a closer look</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Carefully get a closer look|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay where you are|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $look is 0>>From where you are, you strain your eyes, trying to see the content of the screen. You take a tentaive step towards the tablet. You pause, holding your breath, glancing towards the door and listening intently for any sign of her return. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 17.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Looking back at the screen you can just make out the number: <<if $panties is 1>>86<<else>>77<</if>>. You know you need to get closer if you want any more infomation.<<elseif $look is 1>>After a conflicted moment, you take a tentative step forward before going all in and rushing over to the desk. You stare at the notes for a second, trying to make sense of them but can't really make sense of the scribbles. Looking over the screen, you see your surname: $lastname- <<if $panties is 1>>86<<else>>77<</if>>. On the next tab, you see Scott- 91. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 18b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Looking back over the screen, you see a number in the top right. It's marked: Predicted Compatibility: 86. You make the assumption; that eighty-six referred to the number by your name. This means that Scott must have a Predicted Compatibility of 91. You feel oddly jealous that this other person had a higher score than you. You have no idea what "Predicted Compatibility" could mean. <</if>> A slight clatter in the hallway startles you, and you jump back to the centre of the room, resuming looking around, trying to look as innocent as possible. Dr Reyamov comes in a second later, holding a set of small rectangular devices. She pauses to look at you sceptically, making you feel like she knows you had looked at her tablet. <div class="box tanya">She places down the rectangle and picks up an item that looks like tongs. <span style="color:#856bd1">'These will measure your fat distribution.'</span> She says frankly.</div> Holding the tool against you, she pinches a bunch of your skin on your upper arm, glances down at the reading and records it. She then measures your stomach, chest, and outer thigh. Then <<if $panties is 1>>moves your panties up and<<elseif $panties is 2>>moves your boxers up and<</if>> pinches your bum. You jump in shock as she does so, but she takes no notice, taking the reading and recording it. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Thank you.'</span> She says, concluding her test.</div> Next, she has you put your fingers into the rectangle she brought in. You were expecting it to read pulse or something and let out a yelp as a needle jabbed you. Retracting your hand, you look up at Dr Reyamov; she gives you a small empathetic smile at your dismay, and records the numbers from the machine. After she's done, she simply sits down, finishing her note-taking. You stand in place<<if $panties is 1>>, in your panties,<</if>> for a few seconds, waiting for her instructions. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you watch pornography?'</span> She asks, meeting your eye.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 22 2.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Without your consent, your mind is flooded with naked girls, big cocks, moans and gasps.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Lie|$lie]]>>/<<set $lie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell the truth|$lie]]>><<set $lie to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $lie is 0>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $lie is 0>><div class="box you">The question catches you off guard, and you stand stunned for a second. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I, um... yes, I do.'</span> You admit, as there was no point in hiding it.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you masturbate?'</span> She continued.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span></div> A few moments of silence followed, letting your answer linger. She puts her pen down. <<elseif $lie is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... No.'</span> You pretend to think about it <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, not really, no. It's never really taken my interest.' </span></div> <div class="box tanya">There's a pause, in which you're sure she's about to call you out, before she continues. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you masturbate?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span> You admit, not thinking you'd get away with //that// lie.</div><</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. That will conclude our medical examination. I apologize for the last questions being so personal, and thank you for being compliant.'</span> She said, looking you in the eye. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Your health is important to Noir Institution. So I have the following...'</span> She takes a split second to mull over her words. <span style="color:#856bd1">'... Mandatory recommendations. I have signed you up for a gym sessions every with Coach Nelson. He will decide the frequency of your sessions. Please do not be late, and you will not miss them.' </span></div> <div class="box you">There's a pause, and you suspect she's looking for you to confirm you'd heard her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. I have also put you on daily supplements. As example: Vitamin C for a healthy immune system. Collagen for better skin. Probiotics for your digestive system. And a few others, Vitamin B12, D3 and others.'</span> She pauses to let the wave of information set in. <span style="color:#856bd1">'You have also temporarily been placed on a diet. We will need to boost your fibre levels and cut out saturated fat for a while until we reverse the damage done by your frozen "chips".'</span> She smiles warmly. <span style="color:#856bd1">'For a while, you will be dairy-free. But, need not worry about any of this. You will not need to monitor anything yourself, you will not have access to anything you're not allowed.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It is almost six, and despite being a little early to eat, you think an early dinner and bedtime would suit you well. Heading into the cafeteria, you scan your wristband at the door and then again at a small panel to the eating area. A message is displayed: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">New Directive... Calculating...</span></center></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/risotto 1.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> A wheel spins before the display reads: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">Welcome, $name. Please take a seat. Your evening meal will be with you shortly. You have been placed on a strict diet: Please be sure to eat everything you are provided.</span></center></div> You sit in the almost deserted eating area and stare around the room. It's not long before a young waitress approaches you pushing a metal trolley. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'$name $lastname?'</span> She asks her voice; light, like a flutter.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You say, snapping out of a daze you'd lulled yourself into.</div> <div class="box girl2">She reaches into her trolley, pulling out a metal tray. <span style="color:#d39db1">'Pineapple risotto.'</span> Setting it in front of you, she fills your glass with water and a couple of slices of cucumber. You thank her, and she moves to another table.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/risotto 4.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> The dish looks elegantly presented on a large plate with a lot of negative space. The sight and smell of your food instantly make you forget your fatigue. You take a bite of your risotto, and your mouth feels alive with layers of flavour. The sweetness from the pineapple, and the salty and creaminess of the risotto rice, fills you with a strange happiness. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Cafeteria 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <p> After a few more bites, you take a swig of your water, trying to savour the experience of your meal. You're surprised at the clean, refreshing flavour, somehow complementing the salty dish. </p> <p> It isn't long before you're finished. You wish there was more, but you were perfectly satisfied. If there had been more, you would have eaten it. You sigh. You'd probably have to get used to this as you were on a diet. </p> <p> You get up to leave, taking your tray to the waitress who's waiting by an open kitchen. She looks surprised as you hand her your tray. </p> <<girl2>> 'Oh! Thank you. You're welcome to just leave your tray on the table.' <span>She informs you.</span> <</girl2>> <<you>> 'That's okay.' <span>You smile.</span> <</you>> <p> On your walk home, you feel overcome with emotion. //This is it! This is what you were meant for.// Truthfully, it was more than you could have ever imagined, and you couldn't be happier. </p> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> <p> In your condo, you see that you don't have a washing machine anymore. It's been taken away. You sit back on one of the couches and look at the sun setting over the valley. Still feeling the lingeriing euphoria, nothing can bring you down at this moment. </p> <<else>> <p> In your condo, you notice your washing machine slowly pulsing red. You go over to it and click a few buttons. As soon as you do so, the screen flickers and then dies. You stare at it, waiting for it to come back. </p> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 2/panic 2.jpg" style="width: 100%;"> </center> </div> <</if>> </div> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Instead of panicking, you try to think rationally. There was definitely someone you could call to help with this. You go over to the phone. Thankfully, you hear a list of options, and you pick reception. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/key/call.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box girl3"><span style="color:#da96af">'Good evening, this is Emma from reception. How can we help you today?'</span> A friendly voice greets you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm having some trouble with my washing machine. It's died and isn't letting my clothes you.'</span> You say, trying to sound calm.</div> <div class="box girl3"><span style="color:#da96af">'I'll have someone from maintenance come and look at it... Let me just see what we have available.'</span> There's a pause as you wait for her to have a look. <span style="color:#da96af">'I'm sorry, it looks like everyone is on a job, at the moment. Marcus will be with you within the hour.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um.. That's okay.'</span> You agree, disappointed that you couldn't just get to sleep.</div> <div class="box girl3">There's a slight pause as Emma waits for any other queries. <span style="color:#da96af">'If that's everything? Thank you for your call.'</span> She says, putting down the phone before you can respond.</div> You sit back on one of the couches and look at the sun setting over the valley. Still feel the lingerie euphoria, though you can't wait for the bed, being forced to stay up is definitely good for your jet lag. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/view night.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A knock at the door startles you out of your daze. You're not sure how long you've been sitting, trapped in your thoughts, but you notice there's no sunlight hitting the valley anymore. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $panties is 0 or 1>>You choose to ignore the issue of your lack of a washing machine and the clothes inside it and deal with it tomorrow. Watching the shadows stretch and then disappear, you go upstairs to bed. <</if>>After getting changed and brushing your teeth, you slide into your new bed. You're impressed by the softness of the sheets as you pull them over yourself. Despite your previous weariness, you suddenly feel awake. You need to calm your mind before you'd sleep. You think back to the porn you were just getting into when you were still back in the UK. The last video you watched was of the beautiful redhead being fucked senseless by that big, strong, black man. Your horniness builds as you think back. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/porn3 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Though, maybe big, black cock isn't what you feel like, at least not right now. There are plenty of things that arouse you. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Watch interracial porn|$bbcporn]]>><<set $bbcporn1 to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Other porn]]>>/<<set $bbcporn1 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening the door, a large dark man; tall, but more noticeably, broad all over. He has a bald head and a full beard. Obviously, he works out, evident from the muscles barely contained by his dark blue overalls. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You called about a problem with your washing machine?'</span> He asked, his voice low and gruff.</div> You feel frozen, intimidated by his presence. He patiently waits as you try to formulate the words. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'I'm Marcus. I'm with the maintenance team. You put in an order about your washing machine.'</span> He speaks more slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... It just stopped working.'</span> You manage to get out.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Let me look at it?'</span> He says with a hint of impatience.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh yeah, sure.'</span> You answer, stepping to the side, allowing him to pass.</div> There's a moment's pause before Marcus steps past you, having to turn to his side as he does so. There isn't room for two people in this hallway, and you feel his body brush against yours as he passes. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">He's obviously more familiar with the condo than you are, and you follow as he makes his way straight to the washing machine. Getting down onto one knee, he experimentally presses a few buttons with no response. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'What happened?'</span> He asks, beginning to remove a panel.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I set it and went upstairs, then when I came back, it glowing red. So, I tried to push some things and, well... it just turned off.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Uh-huh.'</span> He says, clearly not listening.</div> <div class="box marcus">You stand in silence as he does his job. After a while, he gets up, turning the machine off from the wall. <span style="color:#7a942e">'It's broke.'</span> He says, picking up his tools.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait! You're just going to leave it.'</span> You ask incredulously.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Yeah. It's late and this is my last order today. We've had another case like this recently, manufacture fault, nothing we can do but swap it out for a new one.'</span> He starts to leave.</div> Considering how tired you are, you don't take much convincing. He closes the door behind him, and you look at the washing machine forlornly. You roll your eyes and trudge upstairs, too exhausted to give it any real thought.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeMaleAttraction 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You click on one of the icons that draws your eye. Instantly your breath feels shallow in your chest as you're greeted by the sight of a girl facing a mirror, dressed in skimpy white lingerie. The blood rushes to your crotch while you watch her completing her makeup, aware of what's to come. She takes a step backwards and critically observes herself, correcting any tiny detail, perfecting her look. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/porn3 2a.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> There was no doubt about it; she looked flawless. You were caught in a moment of composure as you watch her admire herself, enjoying her innocence. You follow her downstairs, watching her shapely hips sway gently from side to side. She steps into a living room and interrupts two black men mid-conversation. She walks in front of them, presenting herself with confidence. The men look up at her, as taken by the power she possesses as you are. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 3a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You scroll past your "Recommended", past tile after tile of black cocks. You click on one of the icons that draws your eye. Instantly your breath feels shallow in your chest as you're greeted by the sight of a girl facing a mirror, adjusting a tight-fitting black dress. The blood rushes to your crotch while you watch her completing her makeup. She takes a step backwards and critically observes herself, correcting any tiny detail, perfecting her look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 2b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> There was no doubt about it; she looked flawless. You were caught in a moment of composure as you watch her admire herself, enjoying her innocence. You follow her downstairs, watching her shapely hips sway gently from side to side. She steps into a living room, interrupting two businessmen, in sharp suits, mid-conversation. She walks in front of them, presenting herself with such confidence. The men look up at her, as taken by the power she possesses as you are.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations//park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Keeping an eye on the time, you wander around the campus, finding the library, a series of small snack shops and the gym. You are surprised by how quiet it is, having expected the bustling din of student life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/campus shops.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Enjoying the exploration, you turn down a random side alley and emerge to find yourself looking down into a large, green expanse. It looks like a lawn bordering a forest. You walk down some steps, stunned by the beauty of the place. A small way off, a group of guys standing around, boisterously chatting and laughing. It's obvious they're the athletic types. They all have that build, and a few American footballs lie around them on the grass. You skirt around them, not particularly wanting to get involved. One of the figures catches your eye in contrast to the burly men around her. Her black and white skirt suit and her glossy dark hair tied back into a ponytail make her easily recognisable from this distance. Mia seems to be the centre of attention as she chats... or flirts with three guys, giggling and gently laying her hand on their biceps.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay and try to catch Mia's eye.|Mia 1]]>>/<<set $mia to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Leave and go to explore.|Winter 1]]>>/<<set $winter to 1>>/<<set $lester to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You spend a second watching them, half hoping Mia will catch your eye, so you can make some sort of contact with her. Standing for about a minute, lacking the nerve to simply approach her. Inhaling the crisp mountain air deeply, you turn away. Perhaps, another time, when you have a better relationship with Mia. You climb a set of steps, taking you back into the maze of the campus. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name!! Hey, $name!'</span> You hear the sweet sound of Mia's voice ringing through the air.</div> Turning, you see Mia, carefully running on the grass as best she can in her high heels. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Are you going to make me walk the whole way?'</span> Mia questions, her tone playful.</div> <div class="box you">You smile back and begin to walk to meet her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey! It's nice to see you again.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I thought it was you! Alex said he saw some guy perving on me and I knew right away!'</span> Mia says, her voice a little short from running.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wha.. I wasn't..'</span> You begin your defence.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name.'</span> She cuts you off. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm sooo playing with you right now.'</span> She breaks out into a big grin.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh back. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, it feels like it's been a long day. I feel like I'm struggling just to stay awake.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Aw babe, of course you are! You wanna come meet the guys?'</span> She asks.</div> <div class="box you">You look in the direction of "the guys"; they all look big, loud and intimidating. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Mia, I'm not sure.'</span> You pretend to look at the time on your wristband.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 5.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh, stop being a total pussy! Come on!'</span> She burst out, taking you by the wrist and leading you along. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I was supposed to be back at the front desk as soon as I was done showing you around, but as long as you're with me I can't get in trouble!'</span> She smiles, looking proud of her logic.</div></div> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campus shops.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand watching for a few seconds, desperately hoping Mia would glance up and notice you. Before you get to caught up in the fantasy, you turn away, heading back into the campus. It was wishful thinking. //There's no way she would have seen you from that distance anyway//; you think to yourself. As you continue walking around the grounds, you feel a little disheartened. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'$name $lastname?'</span> You hear a faintly familiar voice behind you.</div> <div class="box you">Turning, you see the tall hourglass figure of Ms Winters. You smile politely at your new boss. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes! Ms Winters.'</span></div> You're taken aback by how stunningly beautiful Ms Winters is in person. The world seems to blur around her as she seductively walks toward you. Instantly, feeling awkward and inelegant in her presence. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, it's nice to meet you. I'm actually looking for Mia, and if I've found you, it means she's not with you.'</span> Ms Winters deduces. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I don't know if you've seen her recently?'</span></div></div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her.|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to refuse"><span style="color:#858585">Don't tell her</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't tell her|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Despite feeling like you're being lured into a den of sharks, you're slightly euphoric to have the attention of this beautiful girl. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Alex, Correy, Reece, this is $name. They're new here and starting at Noir with me!'</span> Mia introduces you in her energetic voice to the three boys she was just talking to. <span style="color:#de5d83">'He needs new friends, sooo, I said that: you're all super friendly!'</span></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'We're not.'</span> One of them says, lying, propped up on his elbows, watching two other guys throw a ball back and forth.</div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'We are, really.'</span> The guy next to him laughs and gets up. He's shirtless, and each of his muscles seems perfectly defined. He towers at least a head over you, looking down on you with his good looks. He has short, wavey blonde hair and features that look as if they were meant to be in a catalogue.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 7.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'I'm Reece.'</span> He smiles a boyish smile. <span style="color:#fe5800">'Don't mind Correy, he's just cranky cos.. well, he just can't help it!'</span> Reece laughs as Correy flashes a look of irritation.</div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'Alex.'</span> An athletic black guy says, sprawled out in a similar position to Correy.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span> You say, your voice sounding quieter than you meant it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to meet you all.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'You're English!'</span> Reece exclaimed happily. <span style="color:#fe5800">'Amazing! You have the cutest accent.'</span> He laughed, sitting next to his friends.</div> <div class="box you">You're not sure how to react to the compliment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> You reply for the sake of saying something.</div> Mia kneels delicately on the grass next to them, and you sit in a gap between them. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, the guys are all here for pre-season training, which is great because I've been kinda lonely without them around.'</span> Mia laughs.</div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'Damn, Mia, you are good company! You work so hard to make time for us.. and fit us all in.'</span> Alex grins. <span style="color:#a23800">'$name, how do you like Mia so far?'</span></div> <div class="box mia">You look at Mia, feeling yourself blush just slightly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'She's nice.'</span> You say, aware of your awkwardness. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to know someone so friendly, especially since I don't know anyone here yet.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'You know us.'</span> Reece smirks. <span style="color:#fe5800">'You can hang out with us... Right, Correy?'</span></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'Sure. Do what you like.'</span> Correy barely looks up, bored by your company. <span style="color:#ca4600">'Do you do anything fun $name? You'll need to if you're going to stick around, or else we might get bored of you.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'Don't be such an asshole.'</span> Reece comes to your rescue. <span style="color:#fe5800">'... Question still stands, though: What do you do for fun. $name?' </span></div> <div class="box alex">Alex laughs. <span style="color:#a23800">'Like Mia here! When we first knew her she was just the boring receptionist.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I was not!'</span> She snaps in defence.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/mia 13.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'You weren't?'</span> Correy asks knowingly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I wasn't boring! You guys are just wild! I was just... a little more sheltered when I first came.'</span></div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'And now you take dick like a champ!'</span> Alex bursts into laughter, fist-bumping Correy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh my god, what the fuck, guys!!'</span> Mia exclaims.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'I remember!...'</span> Alex says between laughs. <span style="color:#a23800">'When you first started here... Your skirt went down to your knees, and now... I can see your slutty little panties whenever you lean forward.'</span> You can't help but try and steal a peek, and sure enough, a cute white thong is on clear display as her skirt has ridden up from kneeling down.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 15.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia">Mia quickly pulls it down. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh my god! $name! Come on, it's sooo time we left anyway!'</span></div> You stand as Mia storms off, Alex and Correy still in fits of laughter. <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'Don't mind them, Mia. See you around, $name!'</span> Reece says as you turn to catch up with Mia.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You okay?'</span> You ask after a few moments of silence.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'They can be such dicks sometimes.'</span> Mia says. <span style="color:#de5d83">'They're nice guys though. They just take jokes too far.'</span> She smiles, returning to her usual self. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Plus, I definitely have to get back to reception; people might have noticed I'm gone.'</span> She gives you a weird look. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Aren't you supposed to be at your medical soon?'</span></div> You look at the time; you were meant to be there 5 minutes ago. Roughly retracing your steps, you run, hoping to see something you recognise. Catching sight of the medical building down an alley.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Late]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Tanya Reyamov added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $tanrel to 1>><<set $tanstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You burst into the large beige medical building. Checking in, you are pointed in the right direction by the reception. You're told to sit in a waiting area, gasping as you try to get your breath back. It isn't long before a lady in her mid-forties pops her head around the door. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'$name $lastname?'</span> Her voice is soft, yet there's a hint of command behind it.</div> You stand and step into the room, closing the door behind you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical room.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm so sorry I was la...'</span> You start.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'There is no need for that. It is nice to meet you, $name $lastname.'</span> She dismisses your apology, beginning as if nothing were the matter. <span style="color:#856bd1">'My name is Dr Tanya Reyamov. Noir Institution uses my expertise in the psychological field to assist with evaluations such as these both in the physical and psychological evaluations of staff and subjects. Please have a seat on the examination table.'</span> She introduces herself. You detect a hint of a foreign accent, though you struggle to place it; perhaps Eastern-European or Russian.</div> Propping yourself up on the table as instructed, you now have a second to get a good look at her. She's wearing a white midi-dress that seems form-fitting as her large tits and wide hips strain against the fabric. Her dark brown hair is cut into a bob, with her bangs falling over the top of large gold hoop earrings. She has plump, glossy lips and long dark eyelashes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'To begin my examination, I will need all your clothes off.'</span> She says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you">You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything? Even my underwear?'</span> You correct yourself before making a mistake.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'No, of course not.'</span> She abruptly dismisses your worry.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/campus shops.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $tell is 0>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not... Recently.'</span> You lie, not wanting to get into any office drama before you've even started.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That doesn't matter.'</span> She pauses, looking you up and down. <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#ac2676">'This would be much better if you were wearing something more professional. Though your outfit does seem well thought through, it'll have to do. Come with me, please.'</span> She turns to leave.<<else>> There's a bit of an awkward moment as she thinks, clearly not happy with your look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now. Something will have to be done about the way you look in the future, but you'll have to do for now.'</span> She turns to leave.<</if>></div><<elseif $tell is 1>><div class="box you"><<if $sub gt 5>><span style="color:#afeeee">'She was on the grass field.'</span> You answer without thinking.<<else>>You pause, not knowing whether to get involved with the office drama. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did see her. She was in a field. But, I didn't stay for long.'</span> You decide to answer, gesturing from where you'd just been. She was your boss after all and she had asked you a direct question.<</if>></div><</if>> <div class="image-pt"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/winter 3.mp4' autoplay loop mute style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box abigail">She spends a second thinking before answering. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That doesn't matter.'</span> She looks you up and down. <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#ac2676">'This would be much better if you were wearing something more professional. Though your outfit does seem well thought through, it'll have to do. Come with me, please.'</span> She turns to leave.<<else>> There's a bit of an awkward moment as she thinks, clearly not happy with your look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now. Something will have to be done about the way you look in the future, but you'll have to do for now.'</span> She turns to leave.<</if>></div> <div class="box you">You hurry to catch up with Ms Winters, who is already a few paces ahead. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Actually, Ms Winters. I have a medical exam starting soon. So, I'm not sure I have time.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'With Dr Reyamov? You can be late for that. Either way, this won't take too much time.'</span> She scans her wristband, and you enter a warmly lit lobby.</div> You follow her down a series of corridors. She leads you through a set of double doors that reads "Custodians" and into a reception area. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/winter 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Is he in?'</span> Ms Winters asks the girl behind the desk without stopping for a response.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'He is, but he's just got in and has asked not to be disturbed!...'</span> The girl responds hurridly.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Typical.'</span> Ms Winters responds and walks straight through another set of doors.</div> A tall black man with neatly kept hair and kind eyes is sprawled out on one of the sofas, his phone in one hand. To you, he actually looks a little out of place in the posh-looking office. He was dressed in blue overalls, half pulled down and tied around his waist, revealing a plain red T-shirt.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Winter 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesters office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Lester Brooks added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesrel to 1>><<set $lesstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester">He grins when he sees who it is. <span style="color:#b22222">'Abs! Nice to see you down here. Social visit?'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Lester. You know exactly why I'm down here. Why has the installation of our sensory deprivation room been pushed back another two weeks?'</span> She asks, her voice scarily calm.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Hm... Coach Nelson has new equipment coming in and wanted us to check his gym over before the season starts. Make sure nothing is holding his team back.'</span> Lester shrugs as if it were out of his control.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Obviously.'</span> Ms Winters smiles politely, making you feel awkward standing behind her. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I don't actually care about Coach Nelson's team being "held back". We can't afford for this project to be pushed back, so you'll need to find a way to instal our equipment, or I'll have an outside team come in and I'll bill it to your department. It would be a shame to have such an expense in your books before the academic year has even begun.'</span> Ms Winters smiles again.</div> There's no emphasis in her voice. She speaks steadily and particularly. Which, to you, seems far more threatening. <div class="box lester">Lester sighs, the playfulness gone from his demeanour. <span style="color:#b22222">'I'll see what I can do.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, Lester.'</span> Ms Winter nods graciously before heading back out.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Come back soon, Abs!</span> <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#b22222">And bring your boi back with you, I'd love to get to know them more personally!'</span><<else>><span style="color:#b22222">And bring that other, cuter, assistant with you next time!'</span><</if>> Lester's voice follows you out.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you for joining me. I had wanted to use Mia and her big Bambi eyes to follow me around: giving me an air of power. I feel your presence worked even better. Don't underestimate how much women are underestimated in the workplace.'</span> She says as the two of you walk out.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Winter 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lesters office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thank you.'</span> You respond. <span style="color:#afeeee">'and I was going to say earlier: Thank you for giving me the opportunity with this job.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You're welcome.'</span> She says again as you step back into the open air. <span style="color:#ac2676">'But, it isn't necessary. You have a lot of potentials to fit in well, even if you don't see it. I just hope you won't be a disappointment to me and that you show what you have to offer.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't disappoint! This is a chance I've been waiting for, and I'll make sure I excel!'</span> You reassure her, not that she needs it.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I'm sure you will. Now, you mentioned that you have a medical soon. If you leave now, you shouldn't be too late. Thank you again for your help today. I'll see you tomorrow.'</span> She says and turns, leaving you in a dazed state with her elegance.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/winter 13.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When her effect has worn off, you check your watch. You turn and begin to run. You're still going to be late, but hopefully not too late.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Late]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Before we get into this, mind letting me know your name: <<textbox "$name" "Ash">> Your last name?: <<textbox "$lastname" "Taylor">> ... And just for the fun of it, what would a girly twist of your name be?: <<textbox "$girlyname" "Ashley">> Oh! And finally, just out of interest, what would you want your name to be if you were a girl?: <<textbox "$girlname" "Ashley">></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Exposition]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is a work of adult fiction and contains adult imagery and themes. It should not be played by anyone under the age of 18. If your local jurisdiction's minimum age for adult content is over 18, you must be at least the required minimum age or older to continue. If not please refer to the small red X in the corner of your screen, it will direct you to where you should be... This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is unintended. All characters in the game are fictional too. All coincidence with reality is random. All characters in this game are fictional and any similarities to any persons living or dead are purely coincidental. All explicit images are performed by consenting adults aged 18 or older. Images are for illustrative purposes only. If you have any feedback, either positive or negative, please consider joining the <a href="https://discord.gg/4gyq86M3" target="_blank">Discord</a>.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[I am the legal age to view adult content in my country|Instructions]]>>/<<set $panties to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Both men stand to greet her, and she smiles bashfully. They take slow steps towards her, boxing her between their large frame, demonstrating the stark difference in size. The small, blonde girl, dressed in white lingerie, towered over by the two men as they begin to remove layers, exposing dark skin rippling with muscles. When they're standing in their boxers, they stand up tall, letting her finish undressing them. Their large cocks spring free as, one at a time, she pulls their boxers down. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 4a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can see her swallow as she wraps her slim fingers around their cocks, gently bringing them to life. Grabbing your dick and beginning to work it between your fingers, you can't help but compare yourself to the two substantial cocks on your screen. They're so thick, so... meaty, and hard; you seem to lack that.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When they are fully erect, she eagerly drops down to her knees, bringing her face to face with their twitching members. The men give each other approving looks at her obvious eagerness. She wastes no time opening her mouth wide to encompass the full width of one of the man's member while her small hand diligently worked on the other. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 7a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You feel overcome by arousal watching her hungrily suck on one black cock, alternating every so often. She makes frequent eye contact with each of the men while their dick fills her mouth, looking for their approval. Their cocks push further into her mouth as she gets braver, willing to suck them deeper. She leaves a sheen of her saliva and uses it to stroke them when she switches her attention to the other man.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">One of the men wraps his hand around the back of her head, preventing her escape. As she sucks deeper, he pulls her on her head, penetrating her throat. You watch her eyes water up as she looks up at him, awaiting his permission to break free. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 9a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You let out a quiet moan of pleasure as he finally releases her, and she pulls back, strings of saliva still connecting her mouth to his cock. They don't give her a break, one of the men positioning the girl on all fours while the other sits back, pulling her mouth back onto his cock. The man standing behind pauses for just a second. The girl's face relaxes, lulled into a false sense of security before he rams the length of his cock into her asshole. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 10a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Her squeal of pleasure feels as though it brings you to the edge. You slow yourself down, trying not to cum while you watch her wide eyes lit up with bliss.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She diligently tries to suck the cock before her but struggles as, with each thrust, her body is jolted forward. Your mind is overcome by the sound of her moans every time he fills her ass with his cock. You have to squeeze your dick, trying to control yourself. The guy picks her up by her hips, the black fingers contrasted against her pale skin. He uses his grip to rapid pushes his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she gives up on using her mouth. You feel in a losing mental battle, the sounds of her pure ecstasy dominating your mind. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 12a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can't help it. Watching her beautiful body jolt with each thrust, hearing her sensual screams of pleasure, you can't help but bring yourself over the edge. You feel irritated with yourself, sad that you couldn't see the rest of the scene. Admittedly, there was nothing you could have done, you think as the energy leaves your body. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 13a.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your vision swims as you watch her sensually clean the cum off her fingers, fading to black.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Sitting between them, you watch as she flirts and giggles with the men. All the attention is on her as she laps up every word. You watch intently as one of the men lays a hand lightly on her knee. As he moves his hand up her thigh, she slowly parts her legs, giving access to her panties. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 4b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The man pulls her panties to one side while the other lays a finger on her pussy. Her reaction is immediate. You hear the sharp gasp of hair, and her body jolts as if it's been shocked. She begins to kiss the men, and you hear the sensual smack of their lips as they briefly part. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 5b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> As the men begin to finger her, she writhes and moves her body up and down, seemingly unable to control herself. You can't help but grab your dick and start playing with it, listening to her reaction to each touch.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">While they play with her, she strips them down, caressing their muscled bodies as she does. She drops onto her knees in front of them, taking each of their growing cocks in her petit hands. Now, you see how they respond as her delicate fingers bring their dicks to life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 6b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can't help but compare yourself to the large phalluses on your screen. Her entire hand barely wraps around half of their shafts, whereas you're grabbing your dick between your thumb and finger. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 7b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Once they were hard, both men stood up, towering over her as the girl knelt, looking up at them with an innocent expression. One man pushes his cock towards her mouth, and she eagerly opens wide to receive it, pushing it to the back of her mouth.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">After a few seconds, she shifts to the other man, a spindle of saliva still connecting her mouth to the previous cock. She pushes the other man's cock deep into her mouth, looking up at him for his approval. The men take turns using her mouth, pushing their cocks further and further into her mouth. From her moans, you don't doubt that she's loving every moment of it. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> One of the men put her onto her back, exposing her to them. There's a moment's pause as the two look at each other before the man pushes his cock deep into her asshole. She cries out with pleasure and continues to moan as the man thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 4b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">He fucks her hard, forcing screams from her. He lifts and turns her, his cock still rammed into her asshole. The other man lies beneath her, and she's dropped onto him. They barely give her a moment to recover before her pussy is filled too. She squeals, her eyes rolling back while her body trembles. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You watch as they increase their pace, forcing screams of pleasure from the girl. The men thrust their cocks deep and deeper into her. Zooming in, you see almost their entire shafts stretch her holes. You bring yourself closer and closer to climax, captivated by the lustful scene. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 11b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In unison, the two men stand, lifting the girl into the air and dropping her onto their cocks. Her head flicks backwards, and she cries out inaudibly, the men's dicks deeper in her than they've been before. They give her a moment to recover before they pull out of her and ram themselves back in, letting her weight do most of the work. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 12b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 5b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She sticks her tongue out, clearly unable to process the feeling of ecstasy coursing through her body. The men pound her over and over, making her body shake violently as her eyes roll back, blissful tears rolling down her cheeks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 13b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Both men seem close, and they drop her to the ground. She falls to her knees and quickly kneels at their feet, tipping her head back, eagerly awaiting her prize. Out of breath, she pants, her tongue out, as the men begin to cum onto her pretty face, in her mouth, and down her dress. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 14b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> As you watch the man cum over her slutty body, you can't help it. Watching her accept loads of cum over her, you bring yourself over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsing through your body, your breath catching in your chest. When they seem finished, she diligently uses a finger to mop up the cum that missed her mouth. Licking her cum covered fingers clean with delight. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 15b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your vision swims as you watch her sensually clean the cum off her fingers, fading to black.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The sharp sound of your alarm pierces you deep in your sleep. Lazily, you throw an arm over to silence it. You fight the urge to let your eyes close and fall back to sleep. It's your first day, and you have no idea what to expect. You sit up, the weight of your body resisting your command. Guessing from the condensation buildup on the window, it's cool outside, though given it's still technically summer it shouldn't be too bad. Stumbling to the bathroom, you begin your morning routine. Splashing water on your face, you force yourself to wake up. <<if $clothes is 1>>You can't help but get excited when you put on your new clothes chosen by a professional stylist. The lighting in the wardrobe flatters you, showing off the quality of your suit. A sense of confidence builds as you slowly turn and you find it hard to take your eyes off yourself. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<else>>You get dressed into your new suit though it doesn't appear anything close to how it looked when you were with Alana. Looking yourself up and down, you're intently aware of the creases and folds exhibiting the looseness of the material. //Perhaps it was just Alana's opinion sticking with you, and it wasn't as noticeable as you thought//. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> Leaving your condo, you pack your laptop into a shoulder bag, just in case you need it. You stumble down the stairs two at a time. A sense of bewilderment fills you as you close your front door behind you for the first time. You're surprised at how mild the air seems, and the sun is a pleasant temperature on your walk to the cafeteria. You can't help but think, over and over, about what your first day will entail. The cafeteria is busier than the evening before. A low murmur of conversation hums as you take a seat, and it's not long before your food comes to your table. A fancily laid out pot of what appears to be yoghurt, fruit and granola. Next is a glass of water and a small container with 6 pills, all varying in shape and colour. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pills.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In your slightly delirious state, you look at the pills. These must be the supplements Dr Reyamov had referred to in your medical. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to take the pills|Morning3 2]]>>/<<set $pills to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to take the pills|Morning3 2]]>>/<<set $pills to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<set $state to 'Healthy'>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $pills is 1>>Without much thought, you throw them all back in one go, chasing them down with a large swig of water. Your meal, once again, is delightful. The granola's crunch perfectly compliments what you first thought was yoghurt, but now think otherwise; it's far silkier and seems lighter.<<else>>Casually looking around, you see a few others swallowing their pills.<<if $willpower gte 8>> Not entirely sure why, you discreetly pocket the pills and take a large swig of water to complete the deception.<<set $hidepills to 1>><<else>><<set $hidepills to 0>> Not entirely sure why, you don't particularly want to take them. Instead you take a final swig of water, and get up to go.<</if>><</if>> <<if $pills is 0>>Your meal, once again, is delightful. The granola's crunch perfectly compliments what you first thought was yoghurt, but now think otherwise; it's far silkier and seems lighter. <</if>>Leaving, you can't help but feel as though you've just eaten at a lavish hotel's breakfast bar. Content, you feel happy to start your day<<if $pills is 0>>, clutching the pills, still unsure what prompted you not to just take them. You throw the handful into the first bin you find, ditching the evidence.<<else>>. You inhale the cold ourside air, looking around at your new surroundings, the world feeling bigger and brighter than it had felt in your old life.<</if>> //It's not exactly how you had wanted to start your first day//, you think to yourself as you begin your ascent to the Noir Institution buildings. You follow a beautiful girl up the hill, her hair flowing behind her as her hips sway lullingly from side to side. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/morning3 5.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $panties is 1>> As you take longer strides, the unfamiliar feeling of your panties pulling slightly against your butt. <<elseif $panties is 0>>As you take longer strides, you can feel the loose genitals rub uncomfortably against the fabric of your trousers. <</if>><<if $lester is 1>>On your way into the building, you see a clean white truck parked, the engine still ticking slowly as it cools. Two men unload large, oddly shaped boxes from the back. Lester sees you and smirks when he recognises you. <<else>> You see a truck parked and two men unloading from it. Checking your wristband, you see you're early. You take the time to turn around, admiring the tranquillity of the campus below you. Mist recedes up the side of the mountain, the picturesque scene in front of you forcing you to take a breath and settle yourself, ready for your day.<</if>></div> <<if $lester is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'If it isn't <<if $winter is 1>>Abs's obedient puppy<<else>>British robe boy<</if>>! Come to watch the real men work?'</span> He teases.</div> You awkwardly pause, not knowing how to respond. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm just playing.'</span> He says with a warm smile. <span style="color:#b22222">'I hadn't seen you around before yesterday. You new here?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's my first day today.'</span> You answer, still unsure of him.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You're going to be working for Abs? Oh sorry, Ms Winters, to you.'</span> He says mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not sure. She hired me, but I don't know if I'm actually working for her.'</span> You reply truthfully.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'If Abs was the one interviewing, I'd guess you'd be in the Doc's team.'</span> Lester thinks aloud. <span style="color:#b22222">'They're both strict, the Doc and Abs. So, when you meet them, don't speak unless spoken to. And, they'll appreciate being called Sir and Miss.'</span> He says insightfully.</div> <div class="box you">You're slightly taken aback by Lester's helpfulness. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You say sincerely. Taking the information in.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Mind getting me a coffee while I work? There's a machine inside.'</span> Lester asks more gently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um... Yeah, of course.'</span> You say, turning to enter the building.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Zoey Rose added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $zoeyrel to 1>><<set $zoeystat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">In the lobby, you see a girl in her mid-twenties standing, looking directly at you. It's the beautiful girl you saw walking here. She's a bit taller than you, slender, with curvaceous hips and a slim waist. She smiles when you catch her deep blue eyes, showing a radiant smile. Without thinking, you smile back. The world surrounding her seems to blur. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're $name? It's so lovely to meet you! I'm Zoey!'</span> She beams, extending you a hand.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh! Yes.! And… You!... It's nice to meet you too.'</span> You fumble your words as you take her delicate hand in yours.</div> For a second, you don't want to let go, the soft touch of her skin stopping the breath in your chest. Forcing yourself to release and inhale, you instead bask in the glow encompassing Zoey. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I work under Dr Jamerson and Ms Winters, and you'll be working with me. I've been asked to show you around this morning, to get you acquainted with the building.'</span> She continues. <span style="color:#e50666">'Have any questions before we start?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No. Thank you. I think I'm okay.'</span> You respond dumbly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Wonderful! Let's start with the lobby!'</span> She lifts her arms, doing a small twirl. Her golden hair, tied in a low ponytail, flows as she spins. She giggles, mocking her juvenility. <span style="color:#e50666">'To be honest, this is just about the grandest room in the building. Other than Dr Jamerson's office, obviously.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey, Mia!'</span> Zoey smiles at Mia as you pass her, heading towards the lift. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, I'm not sure how much you know yet. For starters, Dr Jamerson is the Director of Noir Institution.'</span> She pauses to check if you want to interject.</div> You give a short head shake, letting her continue as you wait at the lift doors.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The machine isn't hard to find, near a waiting area with comfy chairs. You hadn't asked what Lester wanted, so you press the 'Cappuccino' button. The hot smell of fresh coffee fills your nose, and a surge of energy accompanies it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/morning3 8b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You bring the coffee back out to Lester, who takes it graciously. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I just got you a Cappuccino.'</span> You admit, hoping it was still okay.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'This is good. If I had wanted something special, I would have asked.'</span> He gives you an approving smile. <span style="color:#b22222">'We'll be in the delivery dock for lunch, come join us.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thank you, I'd like that.'</span> You smile back.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Good. Now you best get going. I don't want to be the reason you're late on your first day; neither Abs or the Doc need more reasons to be annoyed at me.'</span> He flashes you his grin again.</div> You laugh in agreement as you turn to leave.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lift.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Noir Institution is a research institute under Delvarma University. But, a few years before I started, two divisions emerged: Research and Distribution. Essentially, we develop drugs for Distribution to sell. But we're also involved in researching, publishing papers, and teaching at the college.'</span> She explains.</div> The lift doors open, and two well-dressed guys in sleek, expensive suits join you inside. <div class="box toby"><span style="color:#bb453a">'Rosey! How's it going?'</span> One of the guys grins.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good, thank you.'</span> Zoey replies politely.</div> <div class="box drew"><span style="color:#9abb3a">'Showing around your newbie?'</span> The other asks. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'We have one starting today. They're the cutesy type. Every girl's best friend!'</span> He says, not giving Zoey any time to answer. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'Can't imagine them being "one of the guys". You wanna trade?'</span> They both laugh.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Thanks, but I think I'll stick with $name.'</span> She says, maintaining her politeness.</div> You can't help but smile at her defence of you. <div class="box drew"><span style="color:#9abb3a">'Don't be fooled by Rosey, here.'</span> He turns his attention to you. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'She's a total slut pretending to be a princess!'</span> Both guys burst into laughter again, though you're convinced it's fake.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Smile and pretend to laugh along|$laugh]]>><<set $laugh to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't laugh|$laugh]]>><<set $laugh to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lift.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box location-char-2"> <img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box location-char-3"> <img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<if $laugh is 1>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has decreased@@</span> </b> </center> </div> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat -1>> <<else>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has Increased@@</span> </b> </center> </div> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat +1>> <</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $laugh is 0>> <p> After the boorish laughs die down, the atmosphere is tense. One of the guys looks irritated at the fact that you stayed quiet. The door opens, and both men move to leave. </p> <<toby>> 'Keep your "princess-in-training". Ours seems like more fun.' <span>One says to Zoey as they leave.</span> <</toby>> <<zoey>> <span> The door closes, and you're surprised as Zoey looks at you, smiling. </span> 'What a wonderful introduction to Distribution!' <span>She laughs, diffusing the tension.</span> 'They're not usually that bad. But, I told their friend Aaron that I wasn't interested, and they seemed to have taken it personally.' <</zoey>> <<else>> <p> You laugh along with the boys at their idea of a joke. Once the laugher dies down, the guys look at you impressed. </p> <<toby>> 'Come on, Rosey! Your one seems like so much more fun! Let's trade!' <span>One of the guys laughs.</span> <</toby>> <p> Zoey stays quiet, clearly done with the conversation, as the lift doors open and the guy steps out. </p> <<toby>> 'You're always welcome to change teams, if you get bored with yours.' <span>The guy says, winking at you.</span> <</toby>> <</if>> <<zoey>> <span> The door closes, <<if $laugh is 0>> and you're surprised as Zoey looks at you, smiling. <<else>> and Zoey looks at you. <</if>> </span> 'What a wonderful introduction to Distribution!' <span>She laughs, diffusing the tension.</span> 'They're not usually that bad. But, I told their friend Aaron that I wasn't interested, and they seemed to have taken it personally.' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Were you dating?' <span>You ask curiously.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'Nope. We went for drinks a couple of times and I realised that he just wasn't my kind of person. I thought he took it well, but obviously not.' <span>She explains.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Oh.' <span> You nod, not knowing what else to ask without it seeming like you're prying. </span> 'They called you Rosey?' <span>You decide to ask.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> <span>She laughs, filling the elevator with the precious sound.</span> 'Zoey Rose. It's just a nickname. They're pretty much the only ones that use it though!' <span>The lift doors open, and she steps out.</span> 'Anyway, on with our tour.' <</zoey>> <p> The two of you turn down a corridor with mirrored glass on either side. Looking into a series of identical white-lit examination rooms, you see them all contain padded chairs and a table. </p> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/locations/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <<zoey>> 'These are our testing rooms for testing subjects with questionnaires.' <span>She explains as the two of you enter a medical bay.</span> 'This area is staffed in the event of a medical emergency.' <</zoey>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/tech room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Next, she escorts you into another area. This time equipped with different sets of technologies, all in immaculate condition. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'These are our assessment rooms for tests requiring some sort of media. A while ago we had a fully immersive VR setup installed which has allowed us to remove the influence of outside stimuli and isolate certain factors.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's really cool!'</span> You exclaim, looking into the relatively larger rooms.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah! We use Xiro, a drug we developed that essentially gives the sensation of being in a sensory deprivation tank for a temporary period. Then we hook people up to an ECG and real-time brain scanner. We can see how people react to certain stimuli and how it’s probably the most satisfying part of the job.'</span> She rattles off information. <span style="color:#e50666">'... But, you don't need to know any of that!'</span> She laughs buoyantly at herself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It... blocks out all your other senses?'</span> You ask, struggling to keep up with the technicalities.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, I've used it twice. It felt more real when I was reassuring our patients that I could connect with them. It feels like when you meditate and everything else just slips away. And then when you open your eyes, you just feel at peace. It's kind of like that.'</span> She says, blissfully recalling the sensation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So, it's kind of nice?'</span> You conclude simply.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well... Yeah, it just feels free. No intrusive thoughts or external stimuli wanting your attention. Just... quiet.'</span> She smiles warmly, taking a deep breath to emphasise her point.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That does sound nice.'</span> You repeat in agreement, feeling Zoey's calmness and reciprocating it.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Last stop... This is our work area!'</span> She turns to you, excited to see your reaction.</div> Zoey lets out a small giggle as your eyes widen, and you take dreamlike steps into the room. You're taken aback by the fact you will be working here. It shouldn't have surprised you, considering it's what you've come to expect from working for Noir Institution. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'It's so lovely, isn't it.'</span> Zoey speaks out your thoughts for you. <span style="color:#e50666">'This feels like the icing on the cake working here.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't believe it!'</span> You say in a hushed tone so as not to break the magic.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know, sweety. Trust me, I was exactly like this when I started here.'</span> She lets it soak in for a few extra seconds before adding. <span style="color:#e50666">'Okay, game face on. Dr Jamerson said he wanted to see you after you were shown around.'</span></div> You turn to look at Zoey, trying to gauge the sincerity of the meeting. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'It's nothing to worry about. I know he sounds scary, but he's just focused.'</span> She smiles reassuringly, granting you her confidence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay!'</span> You nod happily.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Let me first show you, your workspace.'</span> She says, distracting you. <span style="color:#e50666">'First, your desk.'</span> She gestures to a large L-shaped countertop.</div> It's ample, with a back wall, two tiers, and a few basics already set up: a large desktop computer, a pad of paper and a pen pot full of pens. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know it's a little bare at the moment, but it's all yours to use!'</span> Zoey glances down apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's honestly perfect!'</span> You burst out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Really! I'm so happy with it!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'If you're sure.'</span> She smiles at your enthusiasm.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I really am! A little while ago, I wasn't doing amazing things with my life, and now I'm working for this company, I have my own work space, my own place!'</span> You blurt out, your excitement overriding your nerves around such a beautiful girl.</div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs at your delight. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm so pleased! I love it here, and I want you to!'</span></div> Turning to the wide door a few paces from your desk, she looks at you over her shoulder to follow. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'This is me.'</span> She opens her arms to display her office.</div> It's big <<if $winters is 1>>, slightly bigger than Lester's office but with a less intimidating interior.<<else>>with an inviting interior, and a warm glow sets your mind at ease.<</if>> Her desk and a table to one side are covered with papers, all organised into neat piles. A corkboard displays several pieces of paper, none of them overlapping and all of them squared neatly. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey follows your eye. <span style="color:#e50666">'Excuse the mess. We're in the middle of a project and I find it easiest if I have everything out.'</span> She gives you a slightly embarrassed smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'This is your "messy"? I wish it were mine too. I tend to go a bit blind to mess. Things build up until I do a big clean and start again.'</span> You laugh. The more time you spend with her, the more confident you feel. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What's the project on?'</span></div> <div class="box zoey">She changes to a more serious demeanour. <span style="color:#e50666">'A lot of this project's details are quite secretive, and this is your first day. You'd have to ask Ms Winters or Dr Jamerson if I'm allowed to disclose this information. Sorry.'</span> She loses her upbeat tone, slightly startling you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, that's totally fine!'</span> You say hurriedly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was really just making conversation!'</span> It had been going so well with Zoey. You feel as though you’ve crossed a line, and you can’t help but be annoyed at yourself for doing so.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'They're really interesting, and I'd love to tell you! And maybe sometime soon I can!'</span> She picks back up with an apologetic note.</div> <div class="box zoey">She leaves the room, expecting you to follow. <span style="color:#e50666">'In there is Ms Winters' office.'</span> She gestures to the next door. <span style="color:#e50666">'And this is Nicki!'</span> She grins at the lady sitting outside the last door.</div> Nicki smiles back. She's a little older looking than Zoey, and unlike Zoey's youthful presentation, Nicki is elegant, approaching risqué. She's wearing a beige crop top exposing her slim midriff and photo-finished skin. Her pencil skirt shows off her full figure, and would just cross the professional threshold with the jacket hung on a hanger. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'It's a pleasure to meet you. Dr Jamerson is waiting, so whenever you're ready.'</span> She smiles politely, gesturing to the door behind her.</div> You look to Zoey, who gives you a nod of confidence. Noticing a feeling like a weight in your stomach, you swallow it, straighten up your suit jacket and open the door to Dr Jamerson's office. You enter a grand office, instantly broadcasting a power dynamic of superiority. As you approach the large black man, writing at an imposing ebony desk, you can't help but feel small. The room is strangely quiet as if contained in a dimension away from the rest of the world. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Dr Jamerson doesn't acknowledge you in any way as you approach his desk. There are two chairs in front of his desk, but you decide it is best to stand, at least, until you're invited to sit. A few moments pass, and you begin to feel awkward. Dr Jamerson seems to be oblivious to your presence. You briefly look over his shoulder to take in the rest of his office, but you quickly find your attention drawn back onto him. It’s as if your gaze is drawn to him, seeking his recognition.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Nicki Martinez added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $nicrel to 1>><<set $nicstat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Dr J Jamerson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $jamrel to 1>><<set $jamstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You desperately want to say something to break the silence and end the tension. <<if $lester is 1 or $winter is 1>>Adhering to Lester's advice, you stay quiet until spoken to. <<else>> Maybe if you introduced yourself, it would be a suitable way to do so. After a few more moments of building the courage, the thought that it might be better to wait for such a powerful man to address you first dawns on you.<</if>> The pen against paper seems to grow louder until the inconsistent sound, stopping and starting with each word, fills your mind. You take in the man as he writes, noticing his stature, wide frame, strong jaw and intense eyes. His mere presence commands respect. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/office 1.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Good.'</span> He says out loud, sitting back in his chair and looking at you.</div> His voice is deep; you feel the sound deep within you. Resonating through your body, it makes your breath catch in your chest. You find the sensation oddly satisfying. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to meet you. I'm $name $lastname.'</span> You introduce yourself <<if $pills is 1>> with confidence.<<else>>, stammering slightly as you do so.<</if>> There's a pause as you wait for him to respond.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I am fully aware of who you are.'</span> He speaks slowly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'And, as I'm sure you're aware, I'm Dr J Jamerson.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Did you read the contract you were provided in your interview, $name?'</span> He asks calmly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I did.'</span> You say, but remember being intimidated by Ms Winters' demeanour and skipping parts.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He cocks his head to one side. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'That's the least I would have expected from one of my employees, $name. So then you recall the information regarding the appropriate way to address a superior?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You think back, trying to recall the limited amount of information that you did. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.'</span> You're surprised as you remember.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes == 1>>You look down at yourself. You're confident in your suit. It was chosen by a professional stylist, after all. <<if $panties is 1>>Under your intense examination, you notice the edge of your panties showing up under the fabric of your suit trousers. You feel suddenly conscious of your panties showing. //Perhaps smaller panties would show less//, you think.<</if>> <<if $clothes == 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<else>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm dressed appropriately, Sir.'</span> You look back up at the Doctor.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I agree.'</span> He says plainly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'At least, for the moment. What do you think of your presentation other than the way you dress?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You spend a second trying to gauge precisely what he's asking. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I do. I recently had my hair cut.'</span> You add, hoping to impress him.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Yes. You look tidy and well put together. There's always room for improvement but for the moment, I am very happy with how you depict yourself.'</span> He nods.</div><<elseif $clothes == 0>>You look down at yourself, the fear that people would notice your ill-fitting clothing being realised.<br> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm dressed okay.'</span> You respond hopelessly.</div> Dr Jamerson raises an eyebrow. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir.'</span> You add.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I don't agree. It is clear to anyone else that your suit is ill fitting. I hope that your inattention to your suit is not a reflection on general attention to detail.'</span> He pauses, making you feel like a disciplined schoolboy.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Is there a reason you're wearing such a suit?'</span> His tone softens just slightly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Is it a matter of cost? Can you afford to buy a decent suit?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I went to a stylist before leaving the UK.'</span> You start hoping the Doctor is impressed by your dedication. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The issue was that there wasn't time for her to tailor anything, so we had to make do with what she had in store. This was the best we could do.'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson">The leather of Dr Jamerson's chair softly creaks as he leans back, thinking. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Then, we can assume that your suits need to be tailored.'</span> He states more slowly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'We can have that arranged. I'll have Nicki take your measurements and then we can send them off. Would that work for you?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You are amazed by the Doctor's generosity. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That would be great, Sir. Thank you!'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Nicki will have time after lunch, you can use meeting room 2.'</span> He concludes. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Other than the way you dress, how do you think you present yourself?'</span></div> You try to think about how you're presented. You've shaven and are freshly washed. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not badly, Sir.'</span> You mumble, hopefully.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He pauses, tension building around your answer. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'You do look clean, and I appreciate that. I would expect nothing less. But, I will need you to get a hair cut. The unruly style you currently have, negatively impacts your entire image. I need people looking their best. I'll have Nicki arrange that too.'</span> He states.</div> You had known your hair was an issue. Though you had thought it gave you a boyish charm. Maybe, it was time for a new look, something more appropriate for your age and position. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Sir.'</span> You reply genuinely.</div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Finally, I mentioned your demeanor. Working on yourself is always harder. But I had your diet organised, including a few supplements, as well as weekly meetings with Dr. Reyamov. Mental health is as important as physical health, and they both require endeavour on your part.'</span> He finishes.</div> There's a slight pause as you wonder if he wants you to respond. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Do you have any questions for me specifically?'</span> He finally asks.</div> <div class="box you">After hesitating and trying to come up with a question that would make you seem intelligent, you give up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, Sir. Not that comes to mind right now.'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Zoey is, among other things, your mentor. So, should you have any questions, you may ask her.'</span> He gives you a nod and goes back to the writing as he was when you first entered. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Now. you are free to leave.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Sir.'</span> You respond graciously, a wave of tension leaves your body as you realise it’s over, but he doesn't react.</div> On your way back to your desk, the stress lingers in your chest. You catch a glimpse of Zoey in her office, standing over her table, intently studying the papers laid out. Heavily, you collapse into your chair, needing to calm yourself after the doctor's intensity. You turn back to your desk and sit down. Your brief encounter with Zoey brightens you up after the tension with Dr Jamerson. Clicking the mouse button, you're greeted by a lock screen, and the display changes to show: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">Welcome, $name.</span></center></div> The screen loads up your desktop, and then two windows open. The first is your calendar; it's scarce. There are a few icons over the next few days. Today, after work, you have a gym session with Coach Nelson, and then you have the rest of the day off. <<if $clothes is 0>>You notice that after lunch you have a scheduled meeting with Nicki Martinez. You're impressed that it has already updated.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/key/email.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $mia is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lunch with Mia]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The second window shows your emails; you quickly glance through them and skim through the few you have to see if you have anything interesting. There are a few email chains that you've been added to, though you don't yet understand the conversation. Further back, you see a few options for downloads. Before you download anything, you should probably ask Zoey about them, you think. You're a little disappointed there isn't anything more interesting to look through. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Lunch?'</span> You hear Zoey's voice from behind you.</div><</if>></div> <<if $mia isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Zoey for lunch]]>>/<<set $zoeylunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $lester is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Lester for lunch]]>>/<<set $explore to 1>><<set $lesterlunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go and explore]]>><<set $lesterlunch to 1>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep!'</span> You reply, turning to see her putting on a jacket over her suit.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Also, before I forget I should probably show you how to use your relationship tracker.'</span> She says as if you should know what she's talking about.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah...'</span> You say, uncertainly, not knowing what she's expecting from you.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, if you load up the app, It should automatically log you in with your band.'</span> She presses the ground floor button.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'App?'</span> You look at her.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'In your email? You should have been sent files and apps to download onto your laptop and phone.'</span> She explains slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh.'</span> You pause and go back into your email on your phone, loading the download. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The whole thing?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, some of the files are APK's and can only be downloaded by your phone, and your laptop while sorting out what it needs.'</span> She says over the faint hum of the lift.</div> <div class="box you">You click on the file and see the download begin in your notification bar. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Mostly security patches. We work in a very competitive market and it's so important for us to keep everything we do and talk about secure. There's the calendar, which syncs everything between your phone, laptop and work computer and allows it to be updated remotely. And finally, the relationship tracker, which just syncs you with anyone you've met and gives you a limited bio on their position within the company or outside it.'</span> She clearly breaks down.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The second window shows your emails; you quickly glance through them and skim through the few you have to see if you have anything interesting. There are a few email chains that you've been added to, though you don't yet understand the conversation. Further back, you see a few options for downloads. Before you download anything, you should probably ask Zoey about them, you think. One email catches your attention, from Mia. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#507930">'Hey $name, I didn't get a chance to say sorry about yesterday. So, here it is! And I hope I didn't make you late for your medical thing. Anyway, I was going to invite you for lunch? What do you say? It'll just be the two of us! Love Mia x' </span></div> A lunch date with Mia? And she ended her email with a kiss! You can't help but smile to yourself as you. Though, you'd have to call off lunch with Zoey. She hadn't formally asked you anyway.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Zoey for lunch]]>>/<<set $zoeylunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Mia for lunch]]>>/<<set $mialunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey!'</span> You say to Mia as you approach the front desk.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Hey, yourself!'</span> She grins, picking up her coat.</div> You go to make for the doors before noticing that Mia isn't following you. Turning, you see her waving cheekily by the lift door. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not going onto campus?'</span> You ask, confused.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Nope! I'm going to show you my secret lunch spot!'</span> She smiles knowingly.</div> The lift doors open onto a floor you haven't been to before. Mia opens one of two large swinging doors, and you cross a bridge between research and distribution. You then go through another seemingly inconspicuous door and up a flight of stairs before emerging onto the roof. Mia talks merrily the entire way, nattering about her gym class yesterday. As you approach the edge, you feel the coolness of the breeze, and the view of the entire campus below you is revealed. Mia goes quiet, letting you absorb the sight. You recognise some buildings and a blonde figure you assume is Zoey before she disappears between some buildings. A little before you spot a couple making out on a bench, a girl with red hair is straddling another darker-haired girl. You strain your eyes to get a better view as the sight arouses a sensation within you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It's sooo peaceful, isn't it. Sometimes I come up here when everything feels too... rushed, I look at how still the college looks from up here and it calms me down.'</span> She talks in a hushed tone.</div> Looking over at her, you see she's staring out at the scene below a slight smile curling at the corners of her lips. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It would be nice to have lunch up here, overlooking all this.'</span> You say wistfully.</div> <div class="box mia">'Oh!' Mia bursts the silence. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I brought this for you!'</span> She hands you a shaker bottle from her bag, producing an identical one for herself.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You accept it before asking. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span></div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 6.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, I started having these a while ago. They're meal shakes, but they're literally the perfect meal and they taste amazing! And they're NI approved!'</span> She opens hers and takes a swig.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'NI approved?'</span> You raise an eyebrow.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah! As in approved by Noir Institution, so they fit in with our diet and we know they're actually really good for us!'</span> She explains.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You're on a diet too?'</span> You ask, slightly concerned. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Is everyone on a diet here?'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Jeez! You have a lot of questions!'</span> She laughs. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Kind of. When we start, it's pretty set. But the longer you stay here, the more it becomes a suggestion. I've kept mine, cos I just feel so good on it, but sometimes treat myself!'</span></div> You go quiet, not knowing what to say without asking another question. Instead, you take a drink. Your mouth is filled with creamy strawberry flavours. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'So, $name, My turn to ask you a question! How's the first day going? Everything you wanted it to be?'</span> She grins mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, so far so good.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#afeeee">'But I've only been hear for a one morning and that was spent being shown around by Zoey and I had a meeting with Dr Jamerson.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Zoey's so lovely isn't she.'</span> Mia smiles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah! She's nice. I feel like we're friends already and we've only just met!'</span> You say thankfully.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'And, what do you think of Dr Jamerson?'</span> She asks, a slyness in her voice.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I found him quite... Strict.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Right?!'</span> She exclaims. <span style="color:#de5d83">'He is sooo strict! Like it's intense!'</span></div> <div class="box you">Her outburst surprises you. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That's exactly what I thought! But, when I spoke to Zoey she said he's focused and it was all for our good!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Everyone here admires him! I do too! But, it's like they just don't see that he's just reeeally intense sometimes!'</span> She continues.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think he just knows what he wants and how to get it.'</span> You concede.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah he does.'</span> She smirks, her tone shifting.</div> <div class="box you">You look at her, confused. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What do you mean?'</span></div> <div class="box mia">Mia giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Well... You can't tell anyone about this. But, Dr Jamerson paid for everyone to go to Paris last year for Christmas. And well, it was so beautiful and luxurious...'</span> She trails off, grinning. <span style="color:#de5d83">'We went out and he bought me this little black dress... Oh my God...'</span> She goes quiet again, reminiscing about the ordeal.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 11.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah?...'</span> You pry, feeling yourself being turned on.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah... Best night of my life. We went back up to his room and you could see all of Paris... It felt like I just came from start to finish... In the end I just passed out...'</span> Her eyes glaze over, and you think you hear her sigh.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 12.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your mind fills in the blanks, your imagination flooded with the Mia and Dr Jamerson fucking. The look in Mia's eyes as Dr Jamerson thrusts into her. The screams of pleasure rang out through the hotel, her naked slender body bouncing on top of the Doctors sturdy frame. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You still with me?'</span> She looks over at you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah! Sorry.'</span> You laugh awkwardly, snapping out of your daze. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Just lost in thought.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You were imagining me and the Doctor fucking, weren't you! Do you want to know how he dominated me? Tied his belt around my neck like a collar and forced me onto my hands and knees?...'</span> She pauses dramatically.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 13.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Then she laughs, light and melodically. You look at her, confused. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm sorry $name. I took that too far! I thought it was funny watching the lust and horror in your face, but I'm sorry.'</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Forgive me?'</span> She asks sweetly.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $miastat to $miastat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'He pushed me down onto my knees, made me pull his cock out of his trousers and... Suck it, while I touched myself. He was so forceful, I wanted to do everything he told me to, just to please him... When he was rock hard, the veins bulging out, he pulled me out onto the balcony and fucked me over the railings, watching the city below us... I felt... Just blissful...'</span> She goes silent, lost in the memory. Then she laughs.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 16.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'God, that was more than I wanted to tell you, sorry, $name.'</span> She smiles apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, no! It's fine. That was hot!'</span> You reassure her.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Thanks.'</span> She responds bashfully before looking at her wristband. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I gotta get back, but next time, you need to tell me about your first time! As a trade!'</span> She grins excitedly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Next time?'</span> You ask, surprised.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Of course! This was so much fun! I really hope we'll be total besties!'</span> She jumps up.</div> Her referral to you as a "bestie" stung a bit. It wasn't that you had expected any romantic development, but you hadn't ruled it out. By calling you her "bestie", it was like she had. Maybe, a real friendship would be a good way to start a relationship if it ever came to that. Mia leaves you at the lift to take you back to the office. As you stand in the lift waiting for it to arrive, you think of Mia's expectation for you to tell her about your first time when you next meet up. How would she react when she finds out you're a virgin. Perhaps you could tell her that you're a virgin by choice... You sigh: you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $mialunch is 1 or $lesterjoint is 0>>You finish off the last of your shake when the lift doors open, and you walk into the quiet foyer.<</if>> In the quiet, a noise catches your attention. Dr Jamerson's office door is open, and you see Nicki, on her knees, in front of the Doctor, his cock bobbing in and out of her open mouth. You're stunned, watching her hair flick back and forth, her eyes trained up on the Doctor. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 1.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You swallow the saliva building up in your mouth. Nicki's skirt has ridden up just enough for you to peek that she's wearing stockings, held up by a garter belt and the underside of her perky butt. Her heels pressing into the soft skin of her butt makes it bulge out around them, and the blood rushes to your crotch. There's a moment of resistance before Dr Jamerson's cock is pushed into Nicki's throat and you can faintly hear her gags. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 2.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue watching]]>>/<<set $peek3 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $lesterjoint is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your too high to take your eyes off them"><span style="color:#858585">Quietly go back to your desk</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Quietly go back to your desk]]>>/<<set $peek3 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/warehouse.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Without anything to do, you wander out of the room and continue your exploration downstairs. After some time navigating corridors, you find your way out into a loading bay. A tall black man is lent against a railing, focused on his phone. He glances up and smiles as he notices you. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'What's good, baby!'</span> he calls out in a cheery voice.</div> You furrow your brow at being called baby but assume it's a term of endearment and ignore it. <<you>>'Hm, sorry, I'm just walking around, getting to know the place, I just started today.'<span> You put your hand forward. </span>'I'm $name $lastname, pleased to meet you.'<</you>> You say, trying to make a good impression. Now that you think about it, you think you already passed by him this morning, he was one of the people unloading that truck. He promptly shakes your hand. <<lester>>'Pleasure's mine, name's Lester Brooks, just call me Lester, and... welcome to Delvarma, I guess. Do you know where you will be assigned?'<</lester>> He asks with a smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm in Dr Jamerson's team.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'No kidding! I'm doing a job for Abs right now, though I guess it's Ms Winters for you.'</span> Lester nods. <span style="color:#b22222">'Where're your friends? Or, have you been left to eat lunch alone?'</span> He laughs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, I just thought I'd explore Noir Institution today.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Come have lunch with me then. If you're all done exploring?'</span> He gestures you into the office area behind him.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I haven't actually got any lunch yet. Can I come back when I do?'</span> You respond.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $lesrel isnot 1>><<set $lesrel to 1>><<set $lesstat to 5>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Lester Brooks has been added to the RelationshipTracker@@</span></b></center></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester"><<if $explore == 1>><span style="color:#b22222">'Nah, come in and I'll find you something.'</span> He heads inside without waiting for your answer. <span style="color:#b22222">'We</span><<else>><span style="color:#b22222">'Not close.'</span> He admits. <span style="color:#b22222">'Though we</span><</if>><span style="color:#b22222"> got a fridge full of food right here!'</span> He gets up, stooping to a mini-fridge. After a few seconds of looking through, he speaks up. <span style="color:#b22222">'Can't take anything of Marcus's; big man needs his food... You can have a meal shake?'</span> He offers.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure. If you really don't mind?'</span> You say, thankfully.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's not much, but it'll save you running down the hill. Plus, it'll fit with the good Doctor's dietary plan. If that's still something he does?'</span> Lester chuckles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, it seems pretty strict. I'm not allowed to eat a bunch of different foods.'</span> You grumble.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester starts laughing. <span style="color:#b22222">'He doing the thing where he tells you how important impressions are and "how you reflect on him with everything you do"!'</span> He impersonates the slower, low voice of Dr Jamerson.</div> <div class="box you">You nod and laugh along. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Did he give you "the chat", too?'</span></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Nah, we're actually cool, at least for now. He jokes, normally. But he's much... stricter when he's at work.'</span> He takes a breath to calm himself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't imagine Dr Jamerson being anything other than serious. He just doesn't look like the joking type.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You'll get the chance to see him. The staff at Noir Institution and Delmarva are a good group. There's often nights out and when the good Doctor's there, things can get pretty wild! He's generous. Last Christmas we all ended up going to the Paris, all because Jay felt like going!'</span> He reminisced.</div> As the two of you talked, Lester pulled a small tube out of a desk drawer and revealed a neatly rolled joint. You watched as he lit it up and took a puff. The pungent odour of marijuana instantly filled the room. A small uneasy knot tightens in your chest as he takes another puff before offering it to you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 8.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I really can't... Shouldn't.'</span> You say, recoiling slightly.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Why not?'</span> He asks plainly, the thick smoke curling from the end of the burring joint.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Lester has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesstat to $lesstat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $willpower lte 8>>Lester's presence feels as if it loams over you, the joint seeming less like an offer and more like a expectation. <</if>>You take it between your fingers, noticing how big it looks in your hand compared to Lester's. As you bring it closer to your lips, the fragrance fills your lungs. Memories of smoking at university are pleasantly recalled. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm assuming your tolerance isn't going to be anything like mine. So, only take a half puff.'</span> He warns.</div> Nodding, you put the joint to your lips and inhale the smoke. It feels thicker than any weed you've smoked before, and you hold it for a second before coughing it all out. Lester laughs as he takes the joint back from you, taking one last drag before putting it out and back into the tube. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Good one, baby!'</span> He laughs, but you're hardly listening, focused on the substance you've just inhaled.</div> After you've coughed the thick smoke out of your lungs, you take a deep breath and smile triumphantly up at Lester. The high you experience is like no other you have before. You feel in control, relaxed and strangely happy. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's nice, huh?'</span> Lester smiles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I feel chilled out but focused, like you said.'</span> You say, aware of everything around you. But you're able to concentrate on Lester in front of you.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I know. Let me know if you ever feel like smoking for real. Something stronger.'</span> He says.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I will.'</span> You grin, and with each breath, you feel yourself getting higher. You're conscious that you're high enough already, but you strangely don't feel too concerned.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'How you liking the Doctors team so far? You run into Abi yet?'</span> He asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, she's been out while I've been there.'</span> You start. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I spent most the morning been shown around by Zoey.'</span></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Zoey's a good girl.'</span> He nods.<span style="color:#b22222">'We had a bit of a thing a while ago, if you know what I mean!'</span> He smirks knowingly.</div> Without your consent, your mind is flooded with the idea of Zoey and Lester together. Her beautifully slender body against his solid frame. You have to swallow as you imagine her being fucked by him. Zoey's sweet cries as Lester thrusts. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 15.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You spend a second looking at the joint burning, the smoke curling into the air. The consequences of taking the joint run through your mind. It feels as if every possibility is being processed in one go, and the sensation is overwhelming. <br> <br> <<lester>> <span> Lester pulls the joint back, takes a final drag and puts it out without saying a word. </span> 'Not today then, eh?' <span>He nods.</span> <</lester>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/reject joint.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<you>> 'I just don't want to smoke. And, definitely not on the first day.' <span> You clarify, feeling bad for disappointing Lester.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'It's all good. You don't want a smoke, you don't want to.' <span> He says, making you feel better.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Thanks.' <span>You respond quietly.</span> <</you>> There's a moment's silence, and you try to avoid the awkwardness by drinking. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<lester>> 'You enjoying your first day?' <span> Lester asks though he has an eye on the basketball game still playing on the TV. </span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'I haven't done much, yet. I've just had a tour with Zoey.' <span>You say, trying to revive the life of the conversation.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'Zoey's a good girl.' <span>He nods, turning his attention back to you.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Oh, do you know her well?' <span>You ask.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> <span>Lester shrugs.</span> 'We had a bit of a thing a while ago, if you know what I mean!' <span> He smirks knowingly.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Yeah...' <span> You picture Zoey and Lester together. A beautiful interracial couple. </span> 'Zoey didn't mention anything to me.' <</you>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 14b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<lester>> 'Don't be jealous!' <span>He laughs.</span> 'That was long in the past!' <</lester>> <<you>> 'I wasn't jealous!' <span>You burst in defence.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'Really?... I saw your panicked eyes when I mentioned it.' <span>Lester continues.</span> <</lester>> In truth, you weren't sure how you felt about Zoey. You knew she was stunning, smart, easy to get along with, and probably way out of your league. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah..'</span> You say in almost a whisper as your imagination runs wild.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Don't be jealous!'</span> He laughs. <span style="color:#b22222">'That was long in the past!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wasn't jealous!'</span> You burst in defence.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Really?... I saw the way your eye glazed over. Picturing her pretty little lips stretched around my cock!'</span> Lester grabs his crotch, bringing your attention to it.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 16.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your breath feels hot and shallow in your chest. In your fantasy, Zoey's eyes are full of lust as she lovingly caresses his cock, her plump lips wrapped around its head. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 17.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm just playing.'</span> Lester interrupts your thoughts, bringing you back into the room. <span style="color:#b22222">'How you getting along with Zoey?'</span> He asks, changing the topic.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good.'</span> You smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'She's so lovely. I really hope me and her will get along, I'd actually like to be friends.'</span> You say, honestly.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Yeah? She's easy to get along with. I'm sure, if you wanna be friends, you'll be friends.'</span> He nods in response. </div> The two of you continue to chat and watch a bit of the basketball. You find out that Lester used to play basketball in college and didn't think he was good enough to play professionally, but still plays at least once a week. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Aight, I need to get back to work. Take that with you.'</span> He gestures at the shake in your hand.</div> You get up, glancing at the shake. In all the excitement, you hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, Lester.'</span> You grin at him before leaving the office and heading back upstairs.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'You want to touch yourself, don't you, you slut.'</span> You hear Dr Jamerson's voice, deep and gravelly.</div> Nicki nods rapidly, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. But, despite her obvious desperation, she diligently continues to suck on the black phallus, slippery with her saliva. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 3a.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'You may touch yourself.'</span> Dr Jamerson continues, releasing her from her torment. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'But only using the toy in your ass.'</span></div> You hear Nicki moans softly in relief. Without slacking on her duty to suck his cock, she reaches a hand around, pulls her skirt up further and shifts a pair of black lacey panties to one side, revealing a black dildo. Expertly multitasking, she pushes the dildo in and out of her ass while diligently bobbing her head back and forth. Her ecstatic moans ring out with every movement of the toy. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 4.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'$name.'</span> Dr Jamerson's voice breaks you from your stupor.</div> You look up in fear to see his eyes trained directly on you. His entire expression is void of emotion, making it hard to tell how much trouble you're in. A sick feeling grows in your stomach, and you feel dizzy. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Close the door.'</span> He continues simply.</div> Obeying, you glance down at Nicki, who hasn't stopped diligently sucking on Dr Jamerson's cock and fucking her own as with the dildo. The Doctor just stares at you as you complete his request. As soon as the door is closed, Nicki's gagging and the sound of the dildo ravaging her ass abruptly stopped. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 5.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">In a moment of self-control, you break yourself free, quietly scuttling back to the safety of your desk. You can still faintly hear them as the rest of the world fades away, leaving you in your thoughts. The sound of Nicki sucking on Dr Jamerson's cock gets louder as your mind falls deeper into the abyss until the noise dominates every part of your existence. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 3b.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You hear the clatter, snapping you from you daze. The sound of sex ceasing instantly. Looking up you see Zoey, her head resting on her hands, looking at you inquisitively with a slight smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey.'</span> You muster.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey, yourself. You okay?'</span> She asks.</div> You look over at Dr Jamerson's office door. The door is closed and Nicki is sitting at her desk, typing. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You reply, confused.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, good!'</span> Zoey says with mock joyfulness, moving on from what she must have perceived as weirdness. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm going to quickly run through the relationship tracker with you</span><<if $clothes is 0>><span style="color:#e50666"> before your meeting with Nicki</span><</if>><span style="color:#e50666">, and then I'll get you set up on some work!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure</span><<if $pills is 0>><span style="color:#afeeee">.'</span> You nod, the events of the day building up on you. <<else>><span style="color:#afeeee">!'</span> You nod, the events of the day fading into the background as you focus on the new task.<</if>></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, if you load up the app. It should automatically log you in with your band.'</span> She presses the ground floor button.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'App?'</span> You look at her.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'In your email? You should have been sent files and apps to download onto your laptop and phone.'</span> She explains slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh.'</span> You pause while you go back into your email on your phone, loading the download. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The whole thing?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, some of the file are APK's and can only be downloaded by your phone, and your laptop while sort out what it needs.'</span> She says over the faint hum of the lift.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you">You click on the file and see the download begin in your notification bar. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Mostly security patches. We work in a very competitive market and it's so important for us to keep everything we do and talk about safe. There's the calendar, which syncs everything with between your phone, laptop and work computer and allows it to be updated remotely. And finally, the relationship tracker, which just syncs you with anyone you've met and gives you a limited bio on their position within the company or outside it.'</span> She clearly breaks down.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Done.'</span> You triumph.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good.'</span> She looks over at your screen. <span style="color:#e50666">'Open it up, and it should just log you in.'</span></div> You do so, and the screen shows a list of names of people that you've encountered. <div class="box zoey">Zoey glances down at the list of names. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, if we use me as an example.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The lift doors open, and the two of you step out together. You smile at Mia at the front desk, who returns your smile with one of her own. As always, her happiness perks you up, and you walk away feeling upbeat. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Done.'</span> You triumph, showing her the complete download notification as the two of you descend the hill.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good.'</span> She looks over at your screen. <span style="color:#e50666">'Open it up, and it should just log you in. You may have already had a play around with it, but if we use me as an example.'</span></div> You do as she says, clicking on her name: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Zoey Rose Senior Data-analyser and Testing operator at Noir Institution. Zoey joined Dr Jamerson's team after completing an education in Neural Biochemistry. Recently, Zoey was part of the development team of Xiro, a revolutionary drug commonly used in specific therapy settings. Zoey is your direct superior.'</span></div> You’re surprised to see that Zoey is labelled as your “direct superior”. As you look up, contemplating the fact, you catch sight of a lesbian couple passionately making out. A redheaded girl in a short skirt, riding up her thighs, straddles the broader girl sitting on the bench. You see the broader girl's hand, up the redheaded girl's skirt, grasping her bubble butt between her fingers. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Soft moans come from the girl on top, the closer you get, the louder they are. She’s cute, with petit features and freckles lightly peppering her nose. The girl sitting on the bench has a more athletic build, with tanned skin and a darker aura. You can’t help but stare, at the dark hair girl, perfectly treading the line between alluring and intimidating. Her defined features, looked as though they were carved from stone. Her tits squeeze through the redheads fingers. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 6.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name?'</span> Zoey asks, inquisitively, snapping you out of your fixation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I didn't realise you were my "direct superior"?'</span> You glance at the couple one last time, savouring the moment as the darker girl gently digs her fingers into the redheaded girls ass.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 5.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, I am... Technically. But, please don't read too much into it! It's just the way the structuring at Noir Institution works. I would like to say we were friends! Wouldn't you?'</span> She smiles apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, me too!'</span> You grin back, feeling far more at ease. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was worried you'd have me referring to you as Miss!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'God, no!'</span> She laughed. <span style="color:#e50666">'I would literally hate that!... Then again, Ms Rose does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, Ms Rose.'</span> You answer, causing the two of you to laugh as she leads into a small café. </div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You both sit down, and once again, you get the chance to focus on nothing but Zoey. On the slight blush on her cheeks, the brightness of her eyes and the fullness of her lips. A waiter brings you both bowls of soup and a shared platter of still-hot croutons, chilli flakes and chopped chives. Zoey adds a small amount of everything, and you copy her before trying it. The Pumpkin's sweet flavour first hit you, followed by warm notes of nutmeg and allspice. Finally, a lingering hint of hazelnut finishes the journey of a mouthful. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 9.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'This is...'</span> You trail off, trying to find the words to describe the sensation.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know right.'</span> Zoe smiles knowingly. <span style="color:#e50666">'This café is my little secret. There's talented chefs all over campus but Leo is by far my favourite. Everyday is literally an experience.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm glad I chose to come with you!'</span> You take another spoonful.</div> This time a crouton crunches, releasing a burst of saltiness.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You "chose" me, did you? Well, I'm flattered that I made the cut.'</span> She says with a joking sternness. <span style="color:#e50666">'Seems I managed to get the popular kid on the block to have lunch with me.'</span> She added with mock excitement.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'And you should count yourself lucky too.'</span> You grin. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't eat with just anyone.'</span></div> Zoey just laughs at the absurdity of your conversation. The rest of your lunch goes by, and before you know it, you're getting up to leave. It feels like you're chatting with an old friend. You tell her about your old job and the relief of getting this new job. She tells you a little about her hometown and the sheltered life she used to lead before she escaped it. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You really like it here, huh?'</span> You ask as you head back to work.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah.'</span> Zoey responds plainly. <span style="color:#e50666">'I mean, what isn't there to love? I can't help but feel like I've got the dream job.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything though? Even... Management.'</span> You falter.</div> <div class="box zoey">She laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'Yes, even management! Ms Winters and Dr Jamerson can be very rigid when it comes to the rules. But, I've come to believe it's only because they have high expectations of themselves and their department, so that means they have high expectations of us.'</span> She looks over, measuring your response.</div> You fall silently into thought. You could see her point, and it made perfect sense. Perhaps she could see your potential better than you could. //Zoey was totally right, you'd been stuck in a dead-end job under Damion, but Ms Winters had pretty much saved you from it//. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I haven't scared you off have I?'</span> Zoey asks, snapping you from your thoughts.</div> <div class="box you">You smile at her reassuringly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No. I actually agree with you.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, I am always right so that's not too surprising.'</span> She lets out a small giggle.</div> You get back onto the top floor of Noir Institution, talking the whole way back like old friends. Nicki is still at her desk, diligently focused on her computer. <<if $clothes is 0>><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You have a meeting with Nicki, but after, I'll get you doing something useful.'</span> Zoey leaves you at your desk, disappearing into her office.</div><<else>><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, I'll get you doing something useful this afternoon.'</span> Zoey hovers over your shoulder as you sit down at your desk. <span style="color:#e50666">'It's basically sorting data from our past study. It's quite a big task so I expect it to take you at least a day or two to complete.'</span></div><</if>></div> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $clothes is 2>> You jump into your clothes as fast as you can, your cheeks still burning from the experience. Being back in your own suit made you feel much more at ease. <</if>> <p> You feel the remaining tension dissipate as you cross to Zoey's office in search of being set off on some work. </p> <<you>> 'Zoey.' <span>You knock on the open door and pop your head in.</span> 'I'm done. Ready to begin whatever you've got for me!' <</you>> <<zoey>> <span> Zoey looks up from the laptop she's stood over, and the furrowed lines on her brow fade away. </span> 'That's the spirit! Go get yourself set up and I'll be with you in just a sec, okay?' <span> She smiles before returning to her work.</span> <</zoey>> <p> Leaning around you, you feel her chest grazing your shoulder and neck as she takes control of your mouse. You fight to keep your breath under control, forcing it to stay steady, the softness of her boob. There are a few clicks as she finds what she’s looking for but you’re not focusing. </p> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/work 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<zoey>> 'Essentially...' <span>Her speech slows as she opens up the file.</span> 'I need you to categories these images according to what candidates rated them as. To be honest you might have fun with this one. You're just going to be looking at a lot of pictures of pretty girls not wearing much. Can you handle that for me, $name?' <span>She gives you a cheeky smile.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> <span> You feel a strange sense of embarrassment thinking of Zoey, aware you're looking at other girls in skimpy clothes.</span> 'Yeah, don't worry. I’ve practised for this job!' <span> You joke lamely, trying to break the mounting tension in your head. </span> <</you>> <<zoey>> <span> Zoey smiles politely and stands back up, relieving the pressure of her breast against you. </span> 'Candidates were asked to rate a random selection of women based on their looks. The images haven't been categorised so I'll simply need you to move and rename each image according to the rating each candidate gave them.' <br> <br> 'If you're interested I can give you the full explanation, the responses were interesting to say the least. Don't worry if not though, you really don't need to know anything about this.' <span>She lingers, waiting for your answer.</span> <</zoey>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask to hear more]]>>/<<set $work1 to 1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Just get on with it|Work 4]]>> <<set $work1 to 0>> <</button>> @@ </div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $zoeylunch is 1>> You spend a few moments getting ready before heading over to Nicki. <<else>>You turn wide-eyed to look at Nicki, sitting calmly as if nothing were the matter. After a few moments, you muster the courage to go to her. <</if>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, Nicki... Dr Jamerson said you'd measure my clothes after lunch.'</span> You start, expecting her to send you into Dr Jamerson's office to be told off.</div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Sure thing, $name. I'll be with you in just a second. Just finishing off a maintenance request form for the custodian team.'</span> She responds, looking up at you briefly.</div> You watch Nicki type away,<<if $zoeylunch is 1>> you notice her immaculate presentation. Nothing is out of place. If she wasn't a receptionist, she had the flawless beauty to be a model or a movie star.<<else>> as if nothing were the matter. Looking her up and down, she looks immaculate; nothing is out of place. There's no acknowledgement that the event ever even happened, making you confused and slightly frustrated.<</if>> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Finished... We're using meeting room 1.'</span> She walks off, expecting you to follow.</div> <<if $mialunch is 1 or $lesterlunch is 1>>As she takes her first few steps, you swear she sighed sensually. Does she still have the dildo inside her? You watch her plump butt sway side to side, constrained by her tight skirt, imagining the dildo held firmly by her black panties. The thought makes your mouth wet, and you're forced to swallow, saving yourself from drooling.<</if>> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 2.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Once in the meeting room, Nicki closes all the blinds, giving the two of you privacy. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'To save me bending over too much, how about you stand on this chair so that I can measure your lower half.'</span> She drags a chair into some space.</div> You go to stand on the chair as instructed, but Nicki stops you. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Dr Jamerson needs us to do this right. I'll need all your clothes off... Aside from your underwear, of course.'</span> She gives you a brief smile <<if $pills is 0>>, that you suspect is fake<</if>>.</div></div> <<if $willpower gte -8>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of refusing.|$clothes 2]]>><<set $work15b to 1>><<set $clothes to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take you clothes off so Nicki can do her job and to get this over with.|$clothes 2]]>>/<<set $work15b to 0>><<set $clothes to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse to take your clothes off|$refuse]]>>/<<set $refuse to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $willpower lte -10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of not.|$clothes 2]]>><<set $clothes to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Next</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 4]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $willpower gte -8 and $work15b is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $measuring5 is 1>>You nod, sullenly, accepting his reasoning. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Very good. $name, I will leave you in the hands of Nicki, please do as she says from now on.'</span> He concludes, exiting before you have the chance to answer.</div> You wait until the Doctor leaves before you do anything.<</if>> <<if $work15b is 1>>Not wanting to decline her demand, you<<else>>You<</if>> wordlessly strip off your blazer and shirt. <<if $panties is 0 or $panties is 1>>Your head feels suddenly hot with your anticipated embarrassment. Nicki raises an eyebrow as your pause grows awkwardly long, spurring you to get it over.<</if>> Dropping your trousers, having to sway your hips from side to side to get over them, you half looking up at Nicki, expecting some form of judgement. <<if $panties == 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a0.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<elseif $panties == 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a1.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<elseif $panties == 2>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a2.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> <div class="box nicki">Nicki doesn't react, but there's a moment of silence before she breaks it. <span style="color:#b86bd1">'Onto the chair so I can begin measuring your lower half.'</span></div> You do as she says, and she starts taking measurements and recording them on a tablet. Nicki completes her work in silence, which suits you as you look away, not making eye contact. Her hands feel cool as she wraps the tape around your thing, gently grazing your inner thigh. You stare at the ceiling, hoping her light touches aren't enough to arouse you. Partway through, she bends over and covers her mouth, releasing a small burp. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 6a.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'That was embarrassing.'</span> She smiles sweetly. <span style="color:#b86bd1">'I had a big lunch.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's okay.'</span> You reassure her but don't know what else to say.</div> <<if $peek3 is 1>>Your mind reels with the realisation. What if she was talking about cum! What if she was talking about swallowing Dr Jamerson's load. The images of the scene re-enter your mind, and you pray that nothing alerted Nicki to your excitement. <</if>>When Nicki finishes, she taps a few items on her screen,<<if $panties is 1>> leaving you standing in your panties, desperate to cover yourself up.<<elseif $panties is 0>> leaving you naked, desperate to cover yourself up.<<else>> leaving you standing in your boxers.<</if>> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Okay, that's all I need from you. If you bring your suits in tomorrow, I'll have them sent off and they'll be ready the next day.'</span> She says before exiting the room.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I'd really like that!'</span> You say enthusiastically, wanting to appear interested in Zoey's interests.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Really!? Okay, come into my office, I'll show you!'</span> She skips off excitedly without waiting for you.</div> Following her, you see she's standing over a series of papers. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Ms Winters devised this experiment. Basically, we started with a large group of male candidates from the college, though gender is all that relates them. They were then asked a pre-test questionnaire. Candidates were first told the average erect male appendage was 6 inches, then asked what was the size of their penis?...'</span> She begins merrily.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, what!?'</span> You interrupt, shocked that they would even ask such a question.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'What?'</span> Zoey responds, genuinely confused at your embarrassment.</div> <div class="box you">You falter, second-guessing yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How can you... Just ask, something like that? Guys are really happy to tell you that?'</span> The questions cascade.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, yeah.'</span> She says plainly, without any remorse. <span style="color:#e50666">'All of our candidates are compensated generously, to the point that taking place is quite competitive. And, this is a psychological examination, I suppose people feel they'll be treated without judgment.'</span> She shrugs.</div> <<if $willpower gte 6>>You raise an eyebrow unconvinced. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name, this was the experiment. And, I can assure you that none of our candidates raised any issues.'</span> She concludes. <span style="color:#e50666">'There might be something to be said about comfort with someones own body.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Yeah, sorry for interrupting.'</span> You say appologetically.</div><<else>>You nod, the urge to want to agree with Zoey taking over.<</if>> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Great! Where was I?... Oh, right! Penis size!'</span> She smiles playfully. <span style="color:#e50666">'For the main experiment, candidates were essentially asked to rate a sample of women who were all dressed in provocative lingerie, from 1-10. The point of this experiment wasn't strictly to find out how men rated women. But to find out if their tendency to exaggerate or accurately describe the size of their appendage correlated with how they rated women.'</span> She looked at you, checking if you had absorbed the information.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $work is 0>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $work is 0>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think, if it's okay I'm happy to just start.'</span> You shrug, keen to get begin.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Absolutely! Come and get me if you need me, or if anything needs clarification?'</span> She gives you a warm smile before leaving you to it.</div> Sitting back at your desk, take a deep breath, to calm yourself, and open the first image.<</if>>You sit and stare at the first image, stunned by the exisit beauty of the girl on the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In takes a moment lost in the beauty of the girl for you to reailse what you're supposed to be doing and catagories the picture according to it average score and it's score according to individaul candidates scoring. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 2 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The next image is much cuter than the last though you feel equally drawn in by her. You realise that you're being paid to catagories these pictures and it's probably a good idea to hurry. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Despite your effort, you can't help but take some time to admire the next picture. The teasing nature of her open shorts eludes to far more than is shown. You find yourself wishing that she was showing just a little more.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Accustomed to the procedure, you get into a rhythm, pausing now and again to appreciate the beauty of the models. You gain an understanding. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Idly opening the next image you're stunned. A large cock appears and you impulsively turn to check no one can see the phallus invading your screen. You're stunned, lost as what to do. Turning off the monitor to save anyone catching the dick, you nervously go to ask Zoey to help you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You knock and pop your head into Zoey's office to find her lent away from you over her desk, displaying her heart-shaped ass. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Zoey?'</span> You start as she doesn't respond straight away.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hm?'</span> She replies, not moving from her spot.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, there's a slight issue with the... the um.'</span> You stammer, not wanting to say it aloud.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'With your computer?'</span> Zoey turns around to face you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No! It's fine. There's a picture.'</span> You start. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's a dick.'</span></div></div> <<if $work1 is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 6]]>><</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 7]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'You had me worried for a moment! What was it like?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well. It was big and thick. Really thick.'</span> You try and recall.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I'm sure it was. You have no idea how many pictures of dicks I've seen!'</span> She says, still laughing. <span style="color:#e50666">'Don't worry about them. If you don't mind labelling them according to alleged and actual size, then storing them in a separate folder.'</span> She finishes, letting you return to your work.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, what!?'</span> You interrupt, shocked that they would even ask such a question.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'What?'</span> Zoey responds, genuinely confused at your embarrassment.</div> <div class="box you">You falter, second-guessing yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How can you... Just ask, something like that? Guys are really happy to tell you that?'</span> The questions cascade.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, yeah.'</span> She says plainly, without any remorse. <span style="color:#e50666">'All of our candidates are compensated generously, to the point that taking place is quite competitive. And, this is a psychological examination, I suppose people feel they'll be treated without judgment.'</span> She shrugs.</div> <<if $willpower gt 6>>You raise an eyebrow unconvinced. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name, this was the experiment. And, I can assure you that none of our candidates raised any issues.'</span> She concludes. <span style="color:#e50666">'There might be something to be said about comfort with someones own body.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Yeah, sorry for interrupting.'</span> You say appologetically.</div><<else>>You nod, the urge to want to agree with Zoey taking over.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $work1 is 1>> <<zoey>> <span>Zoey laughs.</span> 'You had me worried for a moment! What was it like?' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Well. It was big and thick. Really thick.' <span> You try and recall, letting the image of the cock penertrates back into your mind. </span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'I'm sure it was. You have no idea how many pictures of dicks I've seen!' <span>She says, still laughing.</span> 'Don't worry about them. If you don't mind labelling them according to alleged and actual size, a brief description of a defining characteristic, then storing them in a separate folder.' <span>She finishes, letting you return to your work.</span> <</zoey>> <</if>> <<you>> <<if $work1 is 1>>'But, why<<else>>'Why<</if>> a description?' <span>You ask exasperated.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'Not a bad question.' <span> She says, turning her attention back to her work as she answers your question. </span> 'When we do experiments like this, we try and gather as much data as possible. Then we're able to see any other correlations. If there are any.' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Oh, I guess.' <span>You reply.</span> <</you>> Zoey, consumed by her work, doesn't give any indication that she's heard you. <br> <br> Returning to your desk, you turn the monitor back on, and are greeted with the meaty cock. You initially try to avert you eyes, but Zoey's reasoning about comfort with someones own body comes to mind. //This is simply an experiment and something I should get used to//, you think to yourself. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <br> 'Large, thick cock. Shaved and veiny. Owner holds it with confidence.' You list, proud of your development. <br> <br> After a moment of deliberation, you change "cock" to "penis". It sounds more professional, and you're not completely sure why you referred to it as a "cock". </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel rewarded for your maturity dealing with the description of the cock as a girl on all fours appears on you screen next, biting her lip seductively. She's so cute and yet equally sexy. Despite being at work you find yourself getting aroused and blood rushes to your dick. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 6.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Hoping to calm down, the next image shows a beautiful blonde in a short dress, her toned curvaceous leg on full display. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 4.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $clothes is 1>>Glancing down, you can see the tight fitting material clearly displaying your small erection. You tuck yourself further under the desk to compensate, desperately trying to hide your shame.<<else>>Glancing down, you're almost relieved that the baggy material of you suit conceals your small erection. Just in case, you tuck yourself further under your desk.<</if>> <<if $panties is 1>> You don't want to admit it, but the tightness of your panties feels oddly good against your dick, as if the material is firmly grasping it. Your cheeks flush with the embarrassment of the reality. <</if>> You sort through a few more pictures before being confronted once again by a cock on your screen. It's far smaller than the last, closer to your the size of your own. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> 'Small penis with excess foreskin.' You describe, though you're lost on how else to describe it, for the most part, it's unremarkable. The next image stuns you. A large black cock imposes on your monitor. You're lost for words, unlike the last image this cock is far from "unremarkable". <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You spend a few seconds, just looking at it trying to gather the right words to describe it. 'Very big, cock. Very thick. Long and slightly curved.' You write, trying to capture the essence of the image in front of you. The word godly flashes through your mind, but you quickly disregard it, embarrassed that you had even considered it. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 9]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You feel as though you process hundreds of pictures, constantly aroused, looking a pictures of skimpily dressed women and writing descriptions about dicks. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 7.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You begin to feel frazzled as you monotonously catagorise picture after picture. The whole time you feel horny, you crave relief. The images are helping at this moment but it's the same thing making it worse. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 8.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The woman in the next picture is breathtaking. She has large boobs, especially compared to her slim curvey frame. Her make up and sultry expression suggest naughty things without them needing to be put into words. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The picture boosts your arousal once again as you feel lost in her eyes. Clicking on the next image, once again you're face to face with a big black cock. It looks bigger than the last. You find yourself thinking about a girl in this position; it's almost intimidating and must be worse to have it right in front of you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 6.jpg' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You snap yourself out of your daze and focus on writing the description. 'Big black cock. Very thick, very big. Meaty.' You write, trying to get onto the next image to avoid the odd lure of this one.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

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<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1//banners/supermarket 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We aren't allowed to take tips here, Sir. And this company uniform, used for cleaning.'</span> You tell him, possibly sharper than you intended.</div> <div class="box guy1">He turns around, irritation obviously on his face. <span style="color:#5079e0">You've obviously had a bad day, give it back then.'</span>' He says, snatching the note back and stuffing it in his wallet. <span style="color:#5079e0">'I was being nice.'</span> He slams a £2 coin on the counter and storms off.</div> You were technically right and had stayed strong, but you still felt like a bit of a jerk as you cashed up and headed back to the break room. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'Alright, Professor?'</span> Damion smirks at you. <span style="color:#91291f">'Was going to University worth it? Do you feel better than all of us?'</span></div> Anger swells up inside you. Who did he think they were. You didn't want much, just to have a simple job while something else came around. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't need this right now.'</span> You say, your voice; ominous.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'What?'</span> Damion said in his familiar dull tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't need you constantly making my life miserable. I have plenty of things to do that for me, and I don't need you to be one of them...'</span> You continue.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'Don't raise your voice to me, you little bitch. I'm the manager. I own you!'</span> He snaps back, standing up tall, puffing his chest out.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/chapter 1/banners/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <p>Suddenly he looms above you, and you feel a part of you flinch with fear.</p> <<you>> 'What are you going to do, Damion? Hit me? You're not allowed to do that. We're in the real world!' <span>The words, just coming out of you.</span> <</you>> <<damion>> 'Yes, we are. And in the real world, you're fired!' <span>His face, full of fury.</span> <</damion>> <<you>> <span>That stunned you, but only for a second.</span> 'Fine. I honestly don't want to work here.' <span>You drop the apron and walk off to the breakroom to retrieve your things.</span> <</you>> <<damion>> <span>On your way out, Damion shouts to you.</span> 'If you have second thoughts, you better beg for your job back.' <</damion>> <p> You walk home through the street light lit streets, the ground wet from the days rain. The air was cold, and your entire journey, you just wanted to be at home in the warm. </p> <p> On your way home, the feeling of pride that filled you as you stood up to him is replaced by a suffocating dread at the thought of having to beg him to take you back. You enter your home, looking forward to just staying in your room, when you hear a voice calling you from the living room. </p> <<adrian>> '$name?' <span>You hear Adrian's voice as you kick off your shoes.</span> <</adrian>> <p> You take a deep breath and force a more relaxed demeanour before entering the living room. Adrian was sitting in a sleek suit at the dining table in the living room with his girlfriend, Sophie. She was dressed in leggings and a crop top that showed off her tight waistline. They had been going out for two years, and though you were never sure how Adrian had scored a girl like Sophie, they seemed pretty good together. </p> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'I know. I am working late and just read your email and compared it to what we have about you on file. I think I have a position that you'd be perfect for. Are you willing to move internationally for the job?'</span> She continued, not missing a beat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, yes. Yes, that shouldn't be a problem at all.'</span> You perked up, suddenly feeling way more optimistic about life.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Good, the position has technically closed but, I know the lady in recruiting and, I'm sure we can work something out. Does that sound okay for you?'</span> She asked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes! Wait, you haven't told me anything about the job.'</span> You fill in quickly.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Oh god! of course! I just got so excited! It's a research position with Noir Institution. They're part of Delmarva College in America. The position comes with a load of benefits, including accommodation, gym access, food, and they'll fly you over. Oh, and the starting wage is 55 to 70k a year.'</span> She boasts proudly.</div> You don't respond. The prospect sounds too good to be true, and you're sure that an offer this good would be popular, so there's no way you could compete. <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'So, you don't mind me submitting your details?'</span> Melissa continued sensing your hesitation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah!'</span> You say, trying to keep positive. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Melissa.'</span></div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Hey.'</span> She stops you before your intrusive thoughts sow seeds of doubt. <span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Don't worry about it at all. Expect an email or call from them in the next day or two. You'll be fine. They really haven't given much about the job or the institution, so really there's no prep needed, they just want to know about you.'</span> She says softly. <span style="color:#2a6bc1">'I'll give you a call after your interview. Just to check up.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure, thanks again.'</span> You try to sound more hopeful than you feel.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/porn 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You put down the phone and sit on your bed before getting your laptop out, loosening your trousers and lying back comfortably. Porn is your escape. Watching it gets you lost in a world of lust and pleasure, letting you escape from the real world for a bit. Lately, you find yourself turning to porn more often, such that it's turned into a daily or twice-daily occurrence. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You open your browser, load up some porn, put in your wireless headphones, clicking on a recommended video. Your hand reaches down your boxers and gently holds your already hard dick between two fingers. It has never really bothered you, but your dick has never been that big, 4 inches, and that's being generous. After a few minutes of stroking yourself, you find you're not really getting into it. Everything seems to be normal. The girl is moaning with pleasure, she's hot, and you do feel aroused, but it's just not as good. Not the escape you've come to know and love.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep watching this, it's still porn and it's hot]]>>/<<set $hypno1 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Have a look for something that really gets you going]]>>/<<set $hypno1 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You gesture for the shot to pan out and see the guy, naked, sitting on the couch, his legs splayed. A beautiful red-head in nothing but black panties is on her hands and knees, sensually sucking his cock. Her hand gently stroked his balls and shaft. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You look at her perfectly smooth pale skin, imagining how touching it must feel. The scene changes and you see the guy lying on the couch, holding one of her legs up, his cock positioned at the opening of her pussy. Teasing her as they passionately kiss. You could see just how big his cock was, twitching with apprehension and wet with her saliva. He pulls back for a second, looking her deep in her innocent eyes, before plunging his cock inside her. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Her head tipped back, and she threw her head backwards with ecstasy. He takes his opportunity to bite and kiss her neck. You watch as her body writhes with pleasure while he pushes the length of his cock into her. Her gasps and moans fill your head, making you wonder, for a split second, what she must be feeling. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 5a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> As he increases his pace, she cries out, each trust sending a ripple through her body. He kisses her, both of them locked in the other's embrace as he fucks her hard. Listening to the slaps as their skin collides, her screams of pleasure, you can't help but jerk yourself off franticly to the scene in front of you. The sensation emanating from your dick makes you gasp, and it's not long before you feel like you want to cum.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You suddenly feel the urge for more. Something a little... Deeper. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You click onto a related video, and then another. A thumbnail catches your eye. A stunning girl, dressed in black lingerie that perfectly contrasts her skin, is being fucked from both ends by two large black men. You find you have to swallow as you click on it. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3b2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Instantly your head is filled with the sound of slurping and moaning as she sucks one cock and strokes the other, working her way back and forth between them. In her petite hands, the black cocks looked like monsters. Within seconds you feel like you're about to cum, but you don't want to. You want to watch her. You want to see her getting fucked. It takes all of your willpower but, you take your fingers off your penis, gasping as the loss of pleasure is excruciating. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After a few seconds, you're rewarded for your resolve as the scene changes. One of the guys is stood behind her, slowly pushing his cock in and out of her, as the other guy's cock disappears between her thick lips. You swipe your hand right in front of the camera to change angles, a new technology that lets you watch any scene from any angle. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You try to hold off cumming as you watch her climb on top of him and impale herself on his cock, the entire shaft disappearing into her. Her pale bubble butt bounces, slamming down, making her body ripple and forcing a muffled moan out of her. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 6a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You can't help but orgasm watching them. You didn't mean to, but now that you've started, you just can't stop. Your body flexes as a wave of pleasure pulses through your body. Slowly, you come down from your high, bliss from your orgasm still lingering in your body. Returning to your senses: you close up your laptop and clean up, ready for bed. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 7a.mp4' autoplay muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The familiar feeling of shame fills you as you lie in bed. Ashamed and slightly embarrased, you letting sleep take you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4b2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You get closer to her face, her eyes are glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and you see her throat bulging as it's forced open by the big black cock. You feel yourself panting erotically as you touch your dick again. Hearing her gasp every time the guy behind her pushed his black cock into her, made you only last half a minute before you have to force your fingers off your dick. You know as soon as you cum, you won't want this anymore, and you'll have to leave this fantasy. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 5b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're about to cum when the screen cuts to black and the logo flashes on the screen. You're too late to stop and keep going. The next video loads up and, 1-second clips flash in front of you. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl. Only just giving your mind time to register them and the big black cock filling their mouths before the next one replaces them. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/porn 6b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Your orgasm doesn't stop and, your body flex's as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through you. You cum longer and harder than you've ever cum before. You feel your body lose all its energy as you begin to drift to sleep. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <<changeMaleAttraction 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You awake in the morning from a restful night's sleep. You lie in bed and, as you come around, you're aware of a woman's voice talking to you gently. Her voice is soothing and rhythmic. You crack your eyes to see where the voice is coming from and notice your laptop on its side. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/morning 1b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">'You want to please. You love to please. Making others happy makes you happy. You want to be happy.'</span> The voice lulls you.</div> You take another moment to wake up before turning your laptop screen. It's still playing porn and, the video titled: Submission is Pleasure. You continue to stare as a beautiful girl is kneeling down, looking up at the camera. Her crystal blue eyes hypnotizing you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/morning 2b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After a few seconds, you notice her cock between her legs and snap out of your trance. She's so cute and, you would have sworn she was a girl except for the cock between her legs. Her eyes seem to be lulling you back into a dreamy state. You quickly exit the site and sit in stunned silence, still feeling the influence of her gaze. The flashing icon of your email catches your attention. With effort, you manage to open your email, the effects of the video seeming to slip away as your mind moves on. An email from Noir Institution is sitting in your inbox, sent a little while after your conversation with Melissa. You hurridly open it, suddenly filled with excitement.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $hypno1 is 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You awake in the morning from a restful night's sleep. You feel the comfort of your bed holding onto you as you slowly bring yourself to get up. After a few seconds of trying to muster willpower, you give up and pick up your phone. The email icon flashes, catching your attention. An email from Noir Institution is sitting in your inbox, sent a little while after your conversation with Melissa. You hurridly open it, suddenly filled with excitement. <</if>><div class="box cpu">Dear $name $lastname, Thank you for your interest in the role at Noir Institution. Unfortunately, the position has been filled, and we are no longer looking for someone in this field. However, upon reviewing your application, we see you fitting into another department within the institution. As a result, we'd like to extend the opportunity to interview. As interviewing times have technically closed, the interview will occur at 10.30 a.m. GMT. Please click the link below up to 30 minutes before your interview time: LINK Thank you for your time. Abigail Winters</div> Your excitement builds as you finish reading the email. They wanted you and had a place specifically in mind for you. Thoughts about your past attempts at getting a job intrude and you stand paralysed by them for a second before shaking yourself free. This time was going to be different, you knew you would. Jumping in front of the mirror, you make yourself look presentable, brushing your long hair into order with your fingers. Fortunately, you'd only ever had to shave once every week. It had bothered you for a while. But, right now, it was one less thing to have to think about.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You click on the link with two minutes to spare. Barely, having any time to compose yourself, you're greeted by the most beautiful woman that you think you've ever seen. She looks like she should be an actress or a model, with her high cheekbones and straight blonde hair, swept over one shoulder. Her crystal blue eyes feel as if they're looking straight into yours through the camera, intimidating you and forcing you to swallow a lump in your throat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/interview 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hello, nice to meet you, I'm $name...'</span> You begin.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'I'm aware, thank you.'</span> She cuts you off. Her voice is melodic and yet distinctly commanding. <span style="color:#ac2660">'I am Abigail Winters. I work for Dr Jamerson in Noir Institution. We are a private research group that operates in Delmarva College. We specialise in Neurological Research and Psychoactive Pharmacology.'</span> She continues as if what she has to say matters more than anything else. <span style="color:#ac2660">'You will be interviewed today as a data processor and lab assistant.'</span></div> You are about to reply when you realise it must be very early in the morning where she is. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, thank you for considering me, especially at this hour.'</span> You respond, trying to display confidence.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'You're welcome, let's begin.'</span> She looks down, finding her first question off her script. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Please describe a time in which you were proud of something you've done.'</span></div> Without giving much thought, you recite an answer that you'd prepared previously for another interview. She asks more questions, learning about your academic history, in which you were able to brag about being a straight-A student, and your hobbies and aspirations. She asks a little about how you think you'd cope with moving countries for work, in which you described your excitement for a new opportunity. Abigail responds to each of your answers with the same unimpressed expression. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Now, this will be my last question for now. You have actually done very well so far, so please try and answer this last question truthfully. I need to first stress that we are not looking for a correct answer. We need you to answer truthfully.'</span> She paused, letting that set in. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Please, take your time and tell me about your recent and current mental state.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $int3 is 1>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think... I think it would be better if I read the contract.'</span> You say, trying to reel in your excitement and act professionally. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If you don't mind, of course.'</span> You add quickly.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail just looks at you for a second, the irritation evident in her eyes. She sighs and refers to her desktop. <span style="color:#ac2660">'As you wish.'</span> Her voice is cold.</div> <div class="box cpu">After a few moments, a document is automatically loaded up onto half of your screen. It reads: 'A Contract Stipulating the Conduct and Expectations of Those in the Employment of Noir Institution: Data Processor.' On the other side of your screen, Abigail is looking intently at you, waiting for you to finish reading. Her gaze is intensely unimpressed, and you find yourself just looking at the contract pretending to read it to avoid looking at her.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/interview 13.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> You try to suck it up and scroll through the contract, reading various pieces of information: <div class="box cpu">'Superior member's of staff must be referred to as Sir or Miss, unless told otherwise by said member.'</div> <div class="box cpu">'Employees must request to leave at the end of every day and must report in with superiors at the beginning. This is mandatory during the aforementioned probation period and will remain so until the employee's superiors decide otherwise.'</div> You take a second to comprehend the lengthy legal talk, still acutely aware of Abigail watching you. You scrolled back, looking for a section or passage talking about the probation period. After what feels like forever, you find what you're looking for. <div class="box cpu">'New employees are subject to a 1-month probation period, or longer if the employee's superiors deem it necessary. Over said period, employees are expected to strictly uphold the rules, as given by the employee's superiors. Warnings may be issued, but a continuous failure to uphold said rules may result in punishments as decided by any of the employee's superiors.'</div> <<if $willpower gte 4>>Abigail is sitting in silence, still staring at you, her gaze icy. You begin to skim reading just to get the ordeal over with. After some time, you realise you're not taking any of the information in. Half of you wants just to tell her you're done, as you're struggling under the pressure of Abigail's stare.<<else>>Abigail is sitting in silence, still staring at you, her gaze icy. You begin to skim reading just to get the ordeal over with. After some time, you realise that you can't recall very much of anything you've just read. You know you're going to accept the job, probably no matter what. //So why am I reading this//, your think to yourself? //Is it because you've been told you always should? What's the point if you can't even remember what you're reading?//<</if>></div> <<if $willpower gte 2>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue reading|$interview: 2]]>>/<<set $interview to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Finish reading to stop taking up Ms Winter's time|$interview: 1]]>><<set $interview to 1>><<set $rc to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Finish reading to stop taking up Ms Winter's time|$interview: 1]]>>/<<set $interview to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Continue reading</span></button>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'No!'</span> Sophie shouted, stopping abruptly. Ramming the dildo back up her ass, shuddering as she did, she takes Adrian's face in her hand. <span style="color:#958de7">'You don't get to cum. Not until I do, is that clear?'</span> Her voice was low and menacing.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Yes! I can try!'</span> Adrian moaned, desperation still thick in his voice.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I hope you do better than that.'</span> Sophie cooed, her tone sweet again. <span style="color:#958de7">'Now, suck my tits, okay?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Adrian complies as Sophie reaches back around, taking hold of the dildo while she begins to move her hips up and down. It's not long until they're at it at full pace again, the house filled with their moans once again. Adrian's grunts sound almost painful as he struggles to control himself and not cum. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I'm cumming, babyyy! Cum with me! Cum now! Mmmmm, Yes!!!'</span> Sophie screamed, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her.</div> Adrian instantly responded, groaning while you watch his body tense and then release. After a few moments, Sophie collapsed down on top of Adrian, her boobs pressed up against him. Realising they've finished, slowly, you back away from the door and down the stairs. You end up in the living room and have to take a few moments to regather yourself after what you've just seen. You have to remind yourself that you've just got an amazing job and that in about a week you'll be flying off to America. You should be celebrating. You order food for the three of you from your favourite pizza place.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you begin to hear someone coming down the stairs, you put in your headphones and go about doing the dishes, acting busy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/smoke 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box adrian">Adrian emerges, his face still flushed red. <span style="color:#adeed3">'Hey. Didn't know you were home. You didn't go to work today?'</span> He starts hesitantly.</div> <div class="box you">You make a point of removing your headphones, before responding casually. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I've just been upstairs in my room. I had an interview today.'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Oh yeah? and how did it go?'</span> He asks.</div> The conversation so far felt so awkward that you're sure that he must know, that you know. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It went really well.'</span> You pause for dramatic effect. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I got the job!'</span> You burst out.</div> The tension seemed to release as Adrian believed you had no idea what he and Sophie were just up to. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'That's fantastic, man! I'm so pleased for you! What job is it for?'</span> He beamed.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's a research group in America called Noir Institution, working with the mind or something, and the job was for a data processor and lab assistant!'</span> You blurted out, not trying to sound too boastful.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'So, what? You're moving to America?'</span> He looked a little shocked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, next week.'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Well, shit! Fantastic... But I can't believe you're leaving.'</span> He trailed off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I guess I am. I can't wait though, this is really big for me. It's like, finally, after all this time, after all the rejections, someone is finally seeing the potential in me!'</span> You beam at him.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'...Yes! I can try!'</span> Adrian moaned, desperation still thick in his voice.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I hope you do better than that.'</span> Sophie cooed, her tone sweet again. <span style="color:#958de7">'Now, suck my tits, okay?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The door is slightly ajar, and you make your way to it, being careful not to make a noise. You can hear Sophie's voice, breathing heavily as she speaks. Rounding the door, you are stunned by the sight of Sophie, naked on all fours, on top of Adrian. His dick just at the entrance of her pussy, while a black dildo stretches her asshole. Her ass, up in the air, looks so smooth and peach-like. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You had to keep swallowing to save yourself from drooling, and you could feel your dick straining against your trousers. Adrian complies as you see Sophie reaches back around, taking hold of the dildo while she begins to move her hips up and down. It's not long until they're at it at full pace, the house filled with their moans. Adrian's grunts sound almost painful as he struggles to control himself and not cum. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I'm cumming, babyyy! Cum with me! Cum now! Mmmmm, Yes!!!'</span> Sophie screamed, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her.</div> Adrian instantly responded, groaning while you watch his body tense and then release. After a few moments, Sophie collapsed down on top of Adrian, her boobs pressed up against him. You get back into your room and close the door, trying to forget the scene; burnt into your mind.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Eagerly, you skip forward, ruining the magic of the build-up. Instantly, you wish that you hadn't. You see the girl on all fours, the black man behind her thrusting hard, sending a jolt through her. Her eye's rolled back into her face as she moans uncontrollably, filling your mind with the sounds of sex. The main issue is that there's a guy head watching the action. He's right in the way and totally ruining the scene for you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 7.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Your mind wanders to the related section, and you scroll through the videos until one catches your eye. It's called BBC Submission. Hovering over the video, it jumps from clip to clip, displaying an excess of stunning girls all sucking or fucking a guy with a thick black cock. Your senses feel overwhelmed as you watch the preview clips of girl after girl being fucked while the girl on your screen moans with pleasure. Her cries suddenly turn to panting as the guy has dropped her onto the floor and is about to cum over her pretty face. You're breathing hard and have to keep swallowing the saliva building up in your mouth. You click the video. Suddenly, everything goes quiet, and words flash up on the screen, along with a deep humming: <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'What do these girls all have in common?'</span></center></div> The screen fades to black. And then: clip after clip flash up at you, hardly giving you time to register one before the next one flashes up. You're dazzled by the speed and quantity of the clips. Each one is a girl with alluring eyes and a large black cock. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 3.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you get that?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you catch the words?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Would you like to try again?'</span></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Clicking the video, you watch the girl in green lingerie that complimented her skin and hair flirting with her as he stands above her. You could sense his masculinity by just watching him. It must feel so overwhelming for her. Watching her giggle and play with her hair, it's so obvious what she wants. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The girl drops down to her knees, keeping her eyes looking up at him the entire time, her anticipation obvious in her rising and falling chest. He tells her to undress him as he stands powerfully above her. She does, letting his cock spring out and bounce with its own weight. After spending a second admiring it, she takes it in her petit hand, looking up at him, searching for approval. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> There's a slight blur in the corner of the screen that shifts, making you realise that it's a person. It must be some mistake, you conclude. They're almost the background colour and aren't really in the shot. The girl begins to sensually suck the thick black cock, wetting it with her mouth. You swipe to change the angle, trying to remove the annoying blur. Watching her so lovingly suck his cock back and forth, you find yourself so turned on. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The man effortlessly picks her up and throws her onto her stomach. She gasps as she lands, turning to look back up at him with such big innocent eyes. He pushes her body down so that her ass is up in the air. In one swift motion, he pushes his cock into her dripping pussy. The girl's eyes open wide, and she arches her back, giving him access to go deeper. Using the entire length of his cock he starts slow; letting getting used to it before he increases his speed. She squeals as he picks up the pace. With each thrust, you see her body jolt, her face contorted into a look of ecstasy.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The screen fades to black. Different clips flash up, they're slightly longer this time. You watch this time as each girl lovingly caresses a cock, rubbing it with her face, her hand or her mouth. Every so often, you see the flash of some text, but it's gone before you can even attempt to read it. The clips are over before you realise it, and the screen goes black again. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 3 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'So, Sweety, you got it, right?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'I bet you think it was the big black cock?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Close, but nope.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Each of these girls is serving, bringing others pleasure, and being totally adored for it.'</span></center></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 4 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Watch again.'</span></center></div> This time there was music. The clips were all longer. You watched the look of pleasure on the girl's face as a big black man fucked her. Each one is shown for a matter of seconds before it's replaced by the next. You still can catch text flashing on the screen but have no time to register it. Your dick is rock hard and twitching. You've been so entranced by it all that you hadn't even thought about touching yourself. You quickly reach down and grab your dick. Your mind instantly spirals with pleasure, and you feel as if you're not far from cumming already. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<if $smoke is 1>><<changeMaleAttraction 6>><<else>><<changeMaleAttraction 4>><</if>> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/hypno 5.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'You don't have long.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Cum.'</span></center></div> The text commands you as if it knew how desperate you were. You obeyed, suddenly desperate to cum. You could think of nothing else. Watching girl after girl's face lit up with pleasure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 5 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> As you orgasm, you feel your body tense up and relax. You feel so alive, your body exploding with sweet relief. Coming down from your high, a sudden surge of exhaustion takes you. You continue to watch the girls making the guys cum. Each of the guys ejaculated load after load of cum. You feel yourself slipping into sleep, but you read a final message before you do. <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Good girl.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you have fun in today's lesson?'</span></center></div> Then total darkness. You feel as if you wake up a few times in the night, though you feel as if you're still dreaming. You hear whispers in your ear. They're completely indistinctive, but you do catch the odd word: Submit, pleasure, power. The whispering seems to lull you and it's not long before you're back in a deep sleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $hypno2 is 2>><<if $smoke is 1>>You wake up in the morning, your head groggy from the drugs. Your<<else>>You wake up in the morning, your <</if>> hand is still down your pants, clutching your small dick in your hand. You see your screen still playing porn from last night, muted as you must have knocked your headphones out in the night. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Images flash up on the screen, and you hazily watch for a few seconds. In each one: a girl is fondly playing with a cock as the screen seems to zoom in on it. You close the window, sitting in a daze for a few seconds, before getting up and getting changed. <<else>>You wake up in the morning feeling quite refreshed. You can't help but smile, to yourself, as you remember your life is finally going somewhere. You have a job that isn't as stupid as working as Damion's bitch in the supermarket. In a good mood, you get up and get changed. <</if>>You wander downstairs to see Sophie and Adrian eating breakfast together. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning2 3.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Morning man. You sleep well?'</span> Adrian asked before taking a bite of toast.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeh. Yeah.'</span> You say groggily, still waking up.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Has it set in yet? I mean, going to America? Are you excited?'</span> He says, with far more energy than you have.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah.'</span> The entire event almost felt like a dream. Truthfully, you don't exactly know how to feel; an odd mixture of excitement and apprehension.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'What are you doing to get ready?'</span> Sophie abruptly cut in.</div> <div class="box you">You pour yourself a coffee, thinking about the question whilst you do. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I probably... need to pack. Think what I don't need anymore...'</span> You trail off, trying to add to your meagre list.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Find a place to live.'</span> Adrian adds helpfully.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You jerk your dick as you watch the scene before you. You watch as the man knocks her body forward with a hard thrust, making her cry out as she collapses onto her stomach. He then sensually moves his hips up and down, squashing against her pale bubble butt. He picks her up as if she weighs nothing, dropping her onto all fours. Everytime her pushes her cock into her face The camera focuses on her face as her eyes roll back from the pleasure. She looks directly at you, smiling. 'I love you.' She mouths. Your mind goes over the edge as the man begins to fuck her slower but harder. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 6.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Zooming out: you see the guy's head in view, clearly watching. It's not a mistake that he's there. You try to swipe to get rid of him, but it doesn't let you. You watch as the black man pulls her head back using her hair. Pushing a finger into her mouth, she instinctively sucks on it, caught in a world of lust that she can do nothing but oblige. He begins to fuck her hard. She screams out in pleasure, her eyes being forced backwards with elation. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 7.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're so overwhelmed; that you don't even realise you're starting cum. You can't help it. You just got so carried away. Waves of pleasure sent your mind over the edge, cum dribbling out of your dick. The black man picks the girl up and pushes her back onto her knees. She instantly sticks out her tongue, begging for his release. In a few seconds, he cums, and ropes of thick cum spray out over her face. It's such a contrast to how you came. She looks so happy, her face and mouth, smeared with his cum.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 1 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you get to the address Sophie gave you, you're met by a stylish clothing store. Bright white lights illuminate racks of clothing, and as you walk through, you can't help but feel terribly out of place amongst the rows of women's fashion. The last section you walk through before you get to the front desk is lingerie. You feel your breath get tight in your chest; images of beautiful smooth bodies clad in skimpy lingerie surround you. You try your hardest not to look, as you can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, not knowing where to look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You get to the front desk, and you're greeted by a girl, a bit younger than you. She's dressed in such a way that perfectly treads the line between sexy and professional; in a white blouse and a black lacey choker. Her beauty is equally captivating and intimidating. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Good afternoon? Are you lost? Where are you looking for?'</span> She asks, showing off her perfect smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... No, I'm looking for Alana. I have a style appointment... thing.'</span> You say, fumbling your words.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Oh, gosh, yes. I can see that! Don't worry, sweety, she'll sort you right out. If you'd like to have a seat, she'll be right out with you.'</span> She gestures over to a white set of comfortable chairs, and a coffee table, with fashion magazines laying out.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You sit for a few minutes, casually leafing through the magazines, just for something for you to seem busy. You nod along to the RnB tunes in the background, rapping about a girl with a fine ass.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 1b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Anything catching your eye?'</span> A tall girl with olive skin gracefully walks towards you, her hips swaying from side to side with each step. Her features benefit from mixed genes, and she's stunning because of it.</div> She's wearing a beige and green knitted jumper dress that sits just above her knees, displaying long curvey legs and a pair of black 3inc heels. A black belt with a large gold buckle show's off her tiny waist. She looks as if she were straight out of the magazine you were reading. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No. I was just... staring.'</span> You wince at your word choice.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'No styles you'd like to take inspiration from?'</span> She continues without missing a beat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Probably not. I mean, it's all girls stuff.'</span> You glance down at the magazine, slightly embarrassed.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Doesn't mean we can't draw inspiration. I wouldn't say that my clothes are particularly gendered. Different items look better on different bodies. For instance, we all wear t-shirts, but we wear the those that are most flattering to our bodies.'</span> She reasoned.</div> <div class="box you">You think about it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I suppose you're right. Like how a tall person and a short person can't wear the same clothes.'</span> You say, feeling the urge to try and impress her.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Very good! I'm under the impression that we can wear whatever we want it's all about what looks good... More, makes us feel confident.'</span> She continues, sitting across from you. You notice her posture, so tall and elegant, and you sit up taller to emulate her.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Definitely!'</span> You agree. You're surprised at how easy you can converse with Alana, despite her being so beautiful. </div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'You are very clever. Would you like coffee while we chat? I need to get an idea about what you're going for. Soph, mentioned you had a new job?'</span> She said.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes please to coffee. And yes, I got a job about a week ago in America. I fly out tomorrow, and the company is paying for everything, so it's pretty high brow.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'And, you feel that to such a prestigious institution, you need some help fitting in?'</span> She added, helpfully.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Exactly! I'm just worried that I might not fit in. Like, they'll probably work it out and think that they made a mistake hiring me.'</span> You open up.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, the goal here is confidence. Confidence with the aim of popularity. I think that's enough. Now, remember, fashion can't forge confidence. It can't force you to be more confident.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, so what you're saying is that I shouldn't wear clothing that makes me more confident unless I already feel confident.'</span> You say, unsure whether you've fully understood.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'What I'm saying is fashion only brings out what is already in us. It brings out what is already there. It's a reflection of ourselves, but we reflect what we want the world to see.'</span> She pauses, and you nod. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I do have another issue. You said you were leaving tomorrow. Which means that I can't really have anything tailored. So, we are restricted to what I have in store. Is that all right?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. Honestly, this is more than I could have hoped for.'</span> You stand as she does. It's at this moment that you notice, just how much taller she is than you; she seems to be almost a head taller.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She leads you through a backdoor and up a small flight of stairs. You enter a well-lit room that stuns you for a second with its brightness. There's a small catwalk in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered in clothes; as if it were a literal library of garments, organised into style and colour. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'First for the awkward bit. I need you in your panties to get your full body of measurements.'</span> She says, pulling out a tape measure to illustrate the point.</div> <<if $willpower is 4 >>You pause for a second, a little puzzled as to why she referred to them as your panties.<<else>>You pause for a second, a little puzzled as to why she referred to them as your panties. It's not a big deal; obviously, she's used to referring to panties and not boxers, you thought, choosing to ignore it.<</if>> <<if $willpower is 4>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah, uh... Panties?'</span> You question; gently.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Oh, your underwear? Sorry, I didn't know the word panties made you uncomfortable.'</span> She said with the slightest inflexion of judgement.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.'</span> You say, backing down instantly, not wanting to irritate her.</div><<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, um... Yeah, of course.'</span> You respond slowly, assuming it was a mistake that she called them panties. You tell yourself that she was a professional, and it was literally her job. She must see all sorts of body types.</div><</if>> You strip off your jumper and undo your belt, letting your loose trousers fall to the ground. Alana takes each item of clothing from you, expertly folding them and putting them onto a desk nearby. Thankfully the temperature of the room is pleasant considering its size. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Okay, would you mind standing on the catwalk? I'll try and get this done quickly.'</span> She asks.</div> You comply, and she makes quick work of taking measurements of your limbs, body, and the circumference of everything. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Hm.'</span> She glances over her list of numbers. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I know a lot of... people who would kill for a body, naturally, like yours.'</span> She looks up at you, impressed as if you've done well to achieve it.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 4.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> You say, suppressing a smile. This might be the first time anyone has ever complimented your body, and it's a feeling like no other.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So.'</span> She says slowly, pondering how to phrase her explanation. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Do you remember how we said that clothes are merely clothes?'</span></div> You nod, paying attention to her now. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'We said that clothes are made to make us look good, and we wear what makes us look good?'</span> She continues.</div> You nod again, not sure where she's going with this. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Clothes then fall into two broad categories: Male and Female. Or, if you want to be precise, Masculine and Feminine, in other words gendered towards men or women. I don't particularly like them as categories; I find them far too restrictive. However, there is a lot of crossover between these two, if we think some t-shirts, jeans and suits.'</span> She pauses again, letting you catch up. <span style="color:#c12a52">'The suit you're wearing would technically fall under a women's pant-suit.'</span></div> There's a bit of an awkward pause while you struggle to come to terms with it. You look at yourself in the mirror. You do look good, but it's now tarnished with the fact that you're in a women's suit. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'What do you think?'</span> Alana asked tenderly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'About what? Wearing women's clothing?'</span> You replied; a little too bluntly.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I suppose. What I mean is; the fact that you still look good. I wouldn't put you in anything that you didn't feel good in. You're wearing a suit that fit's your body, and nobody will know the gender unless you tell them.'</span> She continues sympathetically.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Admit that they ultimately look good on you|Agree with Alana without question]]>>/<<set $clothes to 1>><<set $alana to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree with Alana without question]]>><<set $clothes to 1>><<set $alana to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to refuse"><span style="color:#858585">Refuse to wear them</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse to wear them]]>><<set $clothes to 0>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $alana is 2>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $alana is 2>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You say, not caring much for more details.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Thoughts on the colour?'</span> Alana asks, without missing a beat.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I suppose... I do look good.'</span> You say, tentitively.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Technically, we already knew that. You look good, and that's all that should matter.'</span> She smiles, looking directly at you. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Thoughts on the colour?'</span> She continued, without missing a beat.</div> <</if>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, I guess... I'm not super keen on it.'</span> You respond, your mind now focused on the colour.</div> <div class="box alana">She breaks into a smile. <span style="color:#c12a52">'No. Nor am I. At least not yet. But, I did say: it was just for sizing, and you are happy with that.'</span> She says clearly in thought. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I'm not sure I want you in black. It's boring. Well, it's not boring per say, but it's not what we're going for.'</span> She turns to back to the rack.</div> Now that she knows what sizing works, she takes a few suits and a couple of variations off the racks. Handing them to you, perhaps for the first time, you find yourself really enjoying the process of trying clothes on. With each new suit, she takes a few seconds in silence before exclaiming. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Perfect.'</span> or she makes a face, and you move on. You're not sure how long you've been with Alana, but by the end of it, you have a few really nice suits in a variety of colours hung on a rack. You look proudly at them, pleased with them all. Then a thought strikes you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Alana... How much will this all cost me? I'm not sure how many suits Sophie and Adrian are getting for me.'</span> You say sadly.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'You don't need to worry about that, they've organised it all with me.'</span> She says happily. <span style="color:#c12a52">'But I think I'll throw in a few extra things, get you started with a new wardrobe and in return you continue to use me into the future?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 7a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Alana takes a few steps in one direction and then slows her pace. Looking back over the numbers, recalculating them in her head. She then changes direction completely. Getting to a wall of clothes, she begins leafing through them, scraping the hangers against the metal railings. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I think we'll start with a suit. That's going to be our main focus...'</span> She trails off, lost in her own thoughts.</div> You watch her for a few moments. She seems to look even more attractive while she's absorbed in her work, you think to yourself, while standing in the middle of the room in your underwear. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Why don't we start with this? Just for size to begin with. It'll give us a good gauge, and then we can go from there.'</span> She said, pulling out a dark green suit.</div> She grabs a white shirt on the way to you and hands them both to you. You pull on the shirt and instantly feel a difference: it doesn't feel baggy while still fitting your arms and body. There is a bit of excess material around the chest area, but it's loads better than what you're used to. Excitedly, you pull on the trousers and fasten them with a belt that Alana hands you. The feeling is the same, fitting around the hips while not being excessively baggy around the legs. In fact, the trousers seem to be a slim fit, while not being overly tight anywhere. You put on the jacket, with the same results. It even seems to hug the waist nicely. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Oh, I'm good at my job.'</span> Alana smiles to herself, casually boasting. <span style="color:#c12a52">'What do you think?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's amazing!'</span> You exclaim, wanting to be more expressive but feeling lost for words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Like, I don't feel like I'm wearing someone else's suit. It almost feels like it was made for me.'</span> You twist your body, getting a good look at your behind. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess this is what an expensive suit will feel like.'</span></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Exactly.'</span> She pauses and makes a slight face. <span style="color:#c12a52">'So... kind of.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">What do you mean?'</span>' You ask, absent mindedly, checking your selfout in the mirror.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I suppose it's a little more complicated than that, but you're right: an expensive suit will feel and fit much, much better.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why it's complicated]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree with Alana without question]]>><<set $alana to 2>><<set $clothes to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry Alana, I just don't feel confident wearing a women's suit.'</span> You say, sadly; unable to make eye contact with Alana. You begin to remove the suit jacket.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Then I don't understand. What are we doing here?'</span> Alana says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just... I want to look good. I don't want to wear girl's clothes to do that.'</span> You try and express your point against Alana's well thought through argument.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'We agreed... We agreed earlier that clothes are clothes, and it's all about making us look good; didn't we? Or did I make that up?'</span> She asks, her voice far choppier.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, we did. I guess, the idea of wearing these clothes makes me uncomfortable...'</span> You start, trying another avenue.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'But, you were happy.'</span> Alana cuts you off. <span style="color:#c12a52">'... with the suit, and now that you've learnt that the label has the wrong word in it, you're not going to wear them.'</span> She trails off, sounding hurt.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess...'</span> You pause, thinking about it for a few seconds. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess not.'</span></div> An awkward silence ensues. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So what do you want? Any suit that says simply: "Men's" inside it?'</span> She finally responds.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. If that's okay?'</span> You say quietly.</div> There's another pause. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Fine. I'll do what I can with your measurements. But, know that I'm doing this only as a favour for Sophie.'</span> Going back to her numbers, she turns to another rack of clothes.</div> You undress back into your boxers. An uncomfortable quiet has now fallen on the room, accentuated by RnB in the background.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 8b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">Her response stuns you for a second. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What do mean?'</span> You ask, somehow feeling this to be too good to be true.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'As it happens, I'm going to be moving to America in about a month or two. I haven't exactly worked out the details. But, I'd like you to be one of my clients when I get there. You can pay me as and when you can afford it, and perhaps one day, we can talk about a bit of modelling.'</span> She says, giving a half-smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Are you serious?!'</span> You burst out, barely waiting for her to finish her sentence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Alana, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!'</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana breaks out into a perfect smile. <span style="color:#c12a52">'So, I'll take that as a yes! That makes me so happy too! Now, we really need to do something about your hair. Get changed, and I'll take you to Mateo. When's the last time you had your hair cut?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Can't remember, maybe a year... Probably more.' You admit sheepishly.</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana laughs, the sound melodic and light, like a flutter. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Then you better be prepared for a bit of grumbling.'</span></div> You change back into your clothes and follow Alana back down the stairs, through another door, and into a warm feeling hair salon. The receptionist is talking to a tall Spanish looking man dressed in a black shirt and jeans, leaning against a wall as if he were in a commercial. His features and hair are all sharp and bold. Everything about him screams masculinity. When they notice you, the receptionist turns to leave, giving you a pleasant smile as she passes by. The man, who you assume is Mateo, walks towards you, paralysing you with the intense confidence of his glare. You notice the spice of his cologne and you feel lightheaded in his presence. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/hair 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hair 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hair 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Mateo, this is $name. They need a bit of tidying, as you might be able to see.'</span> Alana says. You can hear the smile in her voice.</div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'I see that.'</span> Mateo raises an eyebrow at your hair, speaking with a slight accent. <span style="color:#ac594c">'In the chair, please. I'll give it a wash first.'</span> He says quickly, gesturing to a reclined chair with a washbasin at the head.</div> You glance up at Alana, who gives you a reassuring smile before you comply and lie back in the chair. <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'What is it that we are going for today?'</span> Mateo asked from behind you.</div> <div class="box alana">Before you have a chance to think about it, Alana answers. <span style="color:#c12a52">'We have been trying to achieve a look unique to $name while also allowing confidence and popularity. They were the words we focused on.'</span> </div> <div class="box guy2">There's a slight pause before he responds. <span style="color:#ac594c">'Okay. I can do that.'</span></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Thanks, hun. $name, come to the reception when you're done, and I'll go over a few things before I release you.'</span> She says before you hear the sound of her heels heading to the door.</div> Without saying a word to you, he begins. You spend about twenty minutes in the chair. Mateo massages your scalp and gently runs his fingers through your hair as he expertly washes it. The sensation is so relaxing that you have to fight not to drift off. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hair 1 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Okay, to the chair.'</span> Mateo's voice startles you. You realise that he's finished, and there's now a towel around your head.</div> Taking a seat in the new chair in front of a very well lit mirror, it doesn't take long before you're back in your trance. The gentle tug of the comb as Mateo pulls out your hair and the sound of scissors cutting lulls you. For a while, you watch Mateo, deeply immersed in the process of styling your hair. Each cut he makes is so precise; you trust that Mateo will give you the best haircut you've ever received. <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Done.'</span> He says curtly after he's given it a quick blow-dry.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hair 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You look into the mirror. He's kept the length and styled it by letting it fall natually. It looks neater than it had; maybe too neat, the ends flick up cutely. You'd always liked your long hair. Long hair was your style but this almost felt too... pretty, though you couldn't quite put a finger on it. Also, it was odd, but it was as if your new hairstyle made your face feel narrower, almost pixy like. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hair 2 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice.'</span> You say after a long pause, not wanting to seem rude.</div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Yes.'</span> Mateo says, taking a step backwards. He clearly was done with you being here in his space. He was probably used to a higher class of clientele, and you just didn't fit that.</div> <div class="box you">You get up and walk out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You smile as you walk past, hoping to just get out of the situation.</div> He just nods and lets you leave, and you find your way back to reception. The receptionist looks up to see you, smiles and picks up the phone. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Mat's finished.'</span> She hangs up and goes back to her computer.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 8a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana">Alana returns with a dark blue suit. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Try this on. You'll have to tell me how it feels. I'm not sure if I'll be able to help with the fitting anymore. I've never tried to match someone to garments that simply don't fit.'</span> She holds it out to you.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 8b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you. I'll try my best.'</span> You say, smiling politely, trying to win her back onto your side.</div> She smiles back, though you don't think she actually means it. You first pull on the trousers, finding that you have spread your legs slightly to help them stay on. The belt helps them stay up, though the top bunches around the belt loops. You look up at Alana, hoping for some input, but she stays quiet. Next, you take the shirt and jacket, pulling them on too. It is definitely an improvement from your previous suits you've owned, but only a bit. The shirt feels as if it is tucked in too far, and the jacket feels if it hung over your shoulders rather than fit you right. Despite this, Alana just looks on. It's clear from her expression that she's losing interest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess it's all the right length. It just feels baggy everywhere.'</span> You turn and let the material bunch up to emphasise the point, hoping that Alana will re-engage with the conversation.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'To be honest with you, $name, I'm not sure what I can do about that. You're in a slim-fitting suit, and without a tailor, we're a little bit stuck. You could try a skinny suit, though that's not something we do here.'</span> She paused. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Not really our style.'</span></div> You look at yourself forlornly in the mirror. The suit does seem much better than your current suit, though that wasn't really saying much. Things weren't turning out how you'd hoped they would. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, would you like to stick to this size or go back to the women's suit?'</span> She asks, looking back at her pad.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 9b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana">After a few seconds, Alana emerges from the bottom of the stairs. <span style="color:#c12a52">'You look just wonderful! Isn't this just the story of the duckling becoming the beautiful swan. Turn around.'</span></div> Her words force a smile from you and do as she says. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'That man really can do wonders!'</span> She purrs, barely touching your hair as if she might disturb it.</div> You turn back around, feeling much better about your hair after the genuine praise from Alana. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, we're done here. I've arranged for your suits and a few extra's to be sent to America. If you give Elena the institutions address, we'll make sure they get to you.'</span> Alana says casually.</div> <div class="box you">You don't even know where to begin. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't thank you enough. You've done so much for me! Thank you so so much!'</span> You burst out a jumble of words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You've actually made me excited about going!'</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana giggled. The sound makes your heart melt once more. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I've added a few more things. I get the feeling that if you wore this to a stylist meeting, the rest of your wardrobe isn't much better. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have paying work to be getting on with.'</span> She gives you a wink before she leaves.</div> You give the address you were given to Elena, and leave with a new hop in your step.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You creep towards the door and peek around the corner. The sight shocks you, and you take a few seconds to comprehend what you're seeing. Sophie is in reverse cowgirl, she's looking in your direction, but her eyes are glazed over as if she's totally emersed in bliss. What shocks you is the guy she's on top of. He's big, black and definitely not Adrian. As Sophie moves up, you see the cock of this guy emerge. It's huge. Easily the biggest you've seen in real life. You can't stop staring at it. It's so long and thick, and it has veins all the way up it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Both of their bodies are shiny with sweat as if they've been at it for a while. Sophie bounces up and down, surprising you with how much of the big black cock is pushed into her. Her body looks so petit impaled by such a large dick. Her hair is a mess, stuck against her face in some places, and her eyes are wide. She bites her bottom lip hard as if she's trying to contain herself, but her moans persist, and they're all you can hear. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 2 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Fuck me! Fuck me! Please give it all to me! I love it!'</span> Sophie bursts out.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/soph 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Sophie turns around to face the guy, his cock still buried inside her. The guy stands up, and she wraps her arm around him to hold herself on. His cock sinks deep into Sophie, and she shivers violently, tossing her head backwards. After a few seconds of deep penetration, he lifts Sophie, her ass squashed out between his fingers and drops her down onto his cock, over and over. Sophie has barely has time to recover before her pussy is filled once more by his black dick.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Soph 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand for a few moments, paralysed by indecision. You wanted to watch. You desperately wanted to, but you knew how wrong it was. <<if $peek is 1>>Sophie's command to not violate her privacy came to mind.<</if>>You knew that you shouldn't do it. Slightly disappointed by your own resolve, you turned away, heading for the shower. Sophie's screams fill the corridor, taunting you with what you're missing. Getting into the shower, you try and drown out Sophie's moans. The sound of the running water helps immensely, and it's not long before you manage to forget everything else. You reach down for your body wash and shampoo but only find Sophie's. You'd packed yours the day before as you didn't know what you'd have when you get to the States. Sophie probably wouldn't mind if you used her stuff just for the day. You read the bottle, just to be safe. "Cleanser, not suitable for use on face or hair." You shrug. Good thing you read the bottle. It's not like men's body wash: used for body, face and hair. You turn off the running water and lather your body up, not missing a spot, making sure that you are extra clean for your flight tomorrow. Washing it off, you apply the shampoo. "Rose and Pomegranate, Shine." the label reads. Sounds delightful. Again, not like men's products called "Endurance" or "Bluewave" or something stupid, you smirk. You step out of the shower and run into another problem: no towel. Annoyingly, Sophie's is hanging on the back of the door. It's long and pale pink. Not exactly what you want to be seen in, but what choice did you have. You dry yourself and wrap the towel around your body. There's no sound coming from Sophie and Adrian's room as you leave the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Oh god!... I love it! I love your big black dick so so much!'</span> Sophie squeals, looking the guy directly in the eyes before kissing him deeply.</div> You can't stop watching. You know how wrong it is. You know you should leave, but you can't stop. Your cock is fully erect and twitching with excitement. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 3 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'I'm gonna cum.'</span> The guy grunts, his voice low. He looks up, smiles, and gives you a wink. You freeze, unable to react.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'God, yes! I can feel you so deep! Cum baby! Cum for mee!'</span> Sophie wails.</div> He drops her onto her knees. It's the first time you've seen the full length of his cock, and your eyes go wide, locked on the sight of it. Sophie takes his dick in both hands and strokes it quickly. Her mouth open, her tongue hanging out, eagerly awaiting his load. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/soph 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> He grunts as he cums. His first shot misses her completely, falling on the bedsheets behind them. The second covers her face before she closes her lips around his tip, taking the rest in her mouth. You dart around the corner, flattening yourself against the wall, catching your breath. You need a shower more than ever now. Making your way as quickly and quietly as you can, you get into your room and gently close the door behind you. You strip out of your clothes and dart to the bathroom in your boxers.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Shower 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bathroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Jumping under the shower, you try and focus your mind. You'd just watch Sophie get fucked hard by another man; you'd just watched her cheating on Adrian. Despite that, you were so turned on, but your mind felt so torn that you couldn't bring yourself to masturbate. //What should you do?// Surely, you needed to tell Adrian, but he will be so broken about it, and you were leaving tomorrow. You always knew that Sophie was out of Adrian's league, and it was just too good to be true. On one hand, you're happy that you caught her, but on the other, you're upset for Adrian. The warm jets of water seemed to wash some of your thoughts away. You reach down for your body wash and shampoo but only find Sophie's. You'd packed yours the day before as you didn't know what you'd have when you get to the States. Sophie probably wouldn't mind if you used her stuff just for the day, plus this is your revenge. You read the bottle, just to be safe. "Cleanser, not suitable for use on face or hair." You shrug. Good thing you read the bottle. It's not like men's body wash: used for body, face and hair. You turn off the running water and lather your body up, not missing a spot, making sure that you are extra clean for your flight tomorrow. Washing it off, you apply the shampoo. "Rose and Pomegranate, Shine" the label reads. Again, not like men's products called "Endurance" or "Bluewave" or something stupid, you smirk. <<if $clothes is 1>>You wash it out quickly, aware that Mateo has already cleaned your hair just earlier.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/shower 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You step out of the shower and run into another problem: no towel. Annoyingly, Sophie's is hanging on the back of the door. It's long and pale pink. Not exactly what you want to be seen in, but what choice did you have. You dry yourself and wrap the towel around your body. There's no sound coming from Sophie and Adrian's room as you leave the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You must be $name, Adrian's friend.'</span> The voice is low and startles you as you make your way to your room.</div> <div class="box you">You turn to see the big black man at the top of the stairs. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You feel as if you squeak. </div> It takes you a second, but the realisation hits you. This must have been the guy Sophie was fucking. <div class="box guy3">Glancing over at Adrian and Sophie's room, the guy follows your eyes and gives you a knowing smile. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Don't worry, she's probably going to out of it for a while.'</span> There's an American twang to his voice. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You know. I knew an $name once. Nice kid. Never knew what happened to them.'</span></div> Your mind is racing, and you're not sure how to respond. There's a silence before the guy smirks and walks away. You're left stunned. The world feels as if it's ringing as you make your way into your room, sitting heavily on your bed. You couldn't believe it; Sophie's cheating on Adrian with that big black guy. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You enjoy the show?'</span> The voice is low and startles you.</div> <div class="box you">You turn to see the big black man at the top of the stairs. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I mean no. I'm really sorry, I looked by accident then and then...'</span> You trail off, looking towards Adrian and Sophie's room. </div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Don't worry, she's probably going to out of it for a while.'</span> The guy said, giving a knowing smile. There's an American twang to his voice that wasn't obvious earlier. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'So, you're a friend of Adrian's?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're stunned, not able to believe he would bring him up so casually. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Ye... yeah.'</span> You croaked, your mouth dry. You can't help but feel intimidated by his presence, and it doesn't help that you're naked, except for a soft pink towel covering your lower half.</div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Hm. Say hi from me.'</span> He said, filling the silence. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'It's Troy, by the way.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'$name.'</span> You respond, your mind spinning, hardly able to get your name out. </div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Cute. I knew an $name once.'</span> Troy goes pensive before he starts walking down the stairs. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Nice kid. Never knew what happened to them.'</span></div> You stand dumbfounded for what feels like ages before you make your way back to your room. Closing the door, you pick up a set of clothes that you've laid out for yourself to travel in the next day.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Chastity 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Save it. Whatever you're about to say is obvious bullshit. Firstly, Adrian and me have a very special relationship, and we're both very happy in it. But that's really none of your fucking business. Secondly, and more importantly, you do not fucking perv on women... or on anybody! Especially when we are being intimate with someone else. Stand right here and don't say a fucking word.'</span> She rants before storming out.</div> You do as she says and stand in silence. You sway dizzily as you try to get your breath back, your heart beating hard in your chest. A few seconds pass, and Sophie comes back in, holding a small light-blue device in her hand and a piece of paper in the other. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 3.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'As you clearly can't control yourself, you're going to wear this. Just for the night. You're lucky you're leaving tomorrow or else you'd be in serious trouble. But, as far as I'm concerned, as soon as you're out of the country you're not my problem.'</span> She holds up the small device.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 4.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask, wearily.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'A chastity device. It's what a little boi gets when he doesn't have any self-control. You wear this tonight, and I'll believe that you've learnt your lesson and we'll be quits.'</span> Sophie says, her voice a little bit calmer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What happens if I say no?'</span> You bravely question.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'In my opinion, you don't even have that option, you need some sort of punishment don't you agree? But I will tell Adrian. From what I can tell you'll lose your only friend, I don't think I could live, having literally no one in my life. Adrian said that your sister doesn't talk to you anymore, and Adrian is the closest thing to family that you've got...'</span> She trails off, leaving you lost in thought. <span style="color:#958de7">'As far as punishment's go, this isn't even that bad. It's just one night. What do you say?'</span> She continues, talking so gently that you have trouble not nodding along.</div></div> <<if $willpower lte -2>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just go with it]]>>/<<set $chastity to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Tell her you won't do it</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just go with it]]>><<set $chastity to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you won't do it]]>><<set $chastity to 0>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $chas2 is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Just one night.'</span> You decide.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Just one night.'</span> She reassures you.</div> Sophie slides down your body until she's squatting at head height with your crotch. Bringing the cage up to your dick, she gently takes it in her other hand, cradling it as if it were so delicate. You notice her nails, painted though they were meant to match the lingerie she was wearing. Softly, she feeds your dick through the large opening on the device. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A girl is actually touching your dick for the first time ever, and it feels incredible. You realise that this would be the worst possible time to get an erection. Sophie is already angry at you and you don't want to do anything that would provoke her further. You look away and try to focus on your breathing. It's oddly even harder to control yourself when she touches the area behind your balls. You hold your breath trying to think of anything else. //click// You hear a light click and look down with a start. A small heart-shaped lock sits on top of the small blue device encompassing your dick. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie, what the fuck?!'</span> You burst out; eyes wide with shock.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Shut up!'</span> Sophie snaps back, clearly not happy with your aggression towards her. <span style="color:#958de7">'This is merely a little reminder, so if you feel like taking it off, you will remember why it's there in the first place. Plus, here's the key.'</span> She holds up a very small key, which is also heart-shaped.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 7 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie">She takes the envelope, puts the key inside, and licks it shut. <span style="color:#958de7">'You're going to show me the envelope tomorrow, and then you can take it off. Fair?'</span> She leaves the envelope on your desk.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess.'</span> You murmur, inspecting your caged dick with your eyes. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait! How are you expecting me to pee?'</span> The thought suddenly comes to you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Chastity 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $chastity is 0>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">There's an awkward pause before you speak up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, is everything...'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'No, man. It's not. Everything's not okay.'</span> Adrian interrupts you. <span style="color:#adeed3">'Why would you watch someone else have sex? Maybe by accident, but Sophie said you just stood there and watched. How could you think, even for a second, that watching was okay!'</span> As he rants, he just gets more and more worked up.</div> As he talks, you look at Sophie, who is clearly avoiding your gaze. You decide to come forward before Adrian gets even more upset: <span style="color:#afeeee">'Look, I'm sorry man, but did she also tell you she was cheating on you? She was having sex with Troy, the mover.'</span> You say resolutely. Adrian's eyes go wide in shock as he looks at you both. He stays quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the words. Then he takes a step back, and angrily snaps at you both <span style="color:#adeed3">'How could you do this to me? Why? Why couldn't you just get along? This-this...'</span> He stops, as tears starts flowing <span style="color:#adeed3">'This was supposed to be a happy moment.'</span> He says defeatedly, his rage suddenly gone. He looks again at you, a sad, disappointed glare, then just leaves. You're left standing in the living room with Sophie, listening to Adrian stamp up the stairs and slam his bedroom door. There's an uncomfortable silence. You don't dare look up at her. <span style="color:#958de7">'He's right.'</span> Says Sophie, managing to break the silence You can clearly feel her anger and disgust in her gaze, but you are not her concern right now, Adrian is. <span style="color:#958de7">'Just... Just go.'</span> She says simply, pointing to your room. Slowly, you make your way upstairs, as she sits down you can hear her quietly sobbing. Then, it was just you, and you felt miserable. This evening had supposed to be like your sending off party, and instead, you were going to spend it alone. You sit heavily on your bed, feeling defeated. The rest of your evening you spend on your phone. Your door stays shut, and you don't hear anything outside. Your room feels cold and empty without any of your possessions. It's not exactly how you'd expected to spend your last evening.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, man...'</span> You start tentatively. Stopping when you don't know how to say it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Maybe you should sit down.'</span> You sit on the sofa, waiting for him to join you.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'What's up, $name? You're scaring me.'</span> Adrian starts, laughing nervously.</div> After a moment of watching your expression, he sits. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not sure how to say this.'</span> You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll just... I'll just say it.'</span> You pause again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Today... Today when I got home. I heard people having sex. I didn't look. I assumed it was you and Sophie. But then I saw Troy leaving and well... Yeah...'</span> As you speak, you watch his expression slowly drop.</div> The two of you sit in silence. You're not sure what else to say. You half wish that you hadn't said anything at all. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Shit.'</span> He says after a while, clearly struggling to process it.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry. She said you knew. I kinda hoped you did...'</span> You trail off.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Shit.'</span> He repeated. His is voice; flat and hollow.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You say back.</div> More silence while your brain reels with what to say. How do you comfort your friend in his moment of need? Surely, anything was better than nothing? <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It'll be okay. I know this must really hurt now but not long from now it'll seem like the right thing.'</span> You try and reassure him.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'I think... I think I need to go upstairs. I need to talk to her.'</span> He stands up. His body seems heavy. <span style="color:#adeed3">'Thanks for telling me though.'</span> He mumbles as he leaves the room.</div> You listen as he trudges up the stairs, then you hear his door close, and it's quiet. For a bit, you sit in silence and try to listen in. But can't hear a thing. Instead, you question yourself: Had you done the right thing? Maybe it wasn't any of your business. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The next thing you know: your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You remember that it's morning, and you're finally allowed to take the cage off. You stumble out of bed in your haste to get the key. You rip open the letter, take the key, and push it in the lock. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 1.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> Your heart stops as it doesn't turn. It's so small that you don't want to risk forcing it and breaking it. There must be some logical explanation. Trying not to panic, you hurry to Adrian and Sophie's room. Their room is open and empty. The house is eerily quiet, and when you get downstairs, no one is about. There's a letter note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I thought I'd miss you today. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. But, I just wanted to say good luck and have fun. Don't lose contact. AD.' It's cute, but you can't appreciate it at the moment. You take out your phone and call Sophie; it rings a few times and then comes up with Sophie's voicemail. You curse and look at the time. There is about an hour before you're supposed to be picked up. Forcing yourself to take a breath, you access your options. There wasn't much you could do right now, but Sophie wouldn't leave you in this thing forever?! And, even if she did, you probably could get the lock cut. It would be the most embarrassing thing, but it would beat being locked away forever. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're right in the middle of the thought when you hear the door unlock. Pretty much running from the kitchen, you see Sophie; in tight workout gear, her chest heaving.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie! The key! I can't get it to work!'</span> The words pour out of your faster than your mouth can speak.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I know.'</span> She says, bending over to stretch out her legs; indifferently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie! I need this off me! I'm leaving soon.'</span> You burst out, trying to convey the urgency.</div> <div class="box sophie">She suddenly stops and gives you a curious, focused look <span style="color:#958de7">'Wait, you just found out, didn't you?'</span> She asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, y-yes... like we agreed'</span> You reply, taken aback by the strange question.</div> <div class="box sophie">She pulls up a chain around her neck, showing you a small key nestled between her tits. <span style="color:#958de7">'I obviously did not trust you to keep your word, so I kept the key.'</span> She pauses. <span style="color:#958de7">'Seems I was wrong.'</span> She adds with a surprised tone. You hold out your hand: she is about to give it to you, but stops just out of your reach. <span style="color:#958de7">'Wait, I... I'll give it to you if you unlock it in front of me'</span> She says, her gaze still focused on you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sure, whatever, just give it here, please!'</span> you reply impatiently. She giggles, dropping the key into your outstretched hand.</div> You pull your trousers and boxers down around your thighs, revealing the source of your desperation. The key fits and there's a click as the locks pops open. You feel as if you can't get the cage off quick enough, excited for your regained freedom. As you hand both the key and the cage back to Sophie. An odd feeling of triumph, filling you as you've completed your punishment. Sophie takes them and smiles, her somewhat puzzled look still on her face. <div class="box sophie">She goes for the stairs, but stops halfway through. <span style="color:#958de7">'Good luck $name, I... Don't forget to call Adrian, ok?'</span> She gives you a genuine smile, and disappears up the stairs.</div> You collapse into the sofa, feeling as if your emotional capacity has burnt out. You hear a knock at the door, startling you from your day-dream. Absent-mindedly you answer it. A large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss $lastname?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Wondering downstairs, you check Adrian and Sophie's room. It's empty. The house is eerily quiet, and when you get downstairs, no one is about. There is a letter note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I thought I'd miss you today. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. But, I just wanted to say good luck and have fun. Don't lose contact. AD.' It's cute, but you can't help but feel sad to never see him again. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you aimlessly wonder around the house, trying to take it in one last time before you leave. You hear a knock at the door, startling you from your thoughts. Absent-mindedly you answer it. A large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss $lastname?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You felt like you'd ruined it just before you'd left. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When you get up, the house feels eerily quiet. You peer into Adrian's room, and it's empty. He's not downstairs either. There is a note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I'm sorry about yesterday, thanks for telling me it must have been hard. You're a good friend. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. Just wanted to say good luck and have fun. AD.' You read the note, feeling a wave of emotion as you imagine how hard it must be for him right now. The next few hours you spend pottering around the house. Having packed, you didn't really have much to do other than wait. You find the sensation of waiting oddly nerve-wracking. The anticipation is making you overthink every little aspect of going away. A knock startles you out of your own mind. You go to answer it, half expecting Sophie and not knowing what to say to her. You brace yourself as you open the door, but instead, you see a large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss Taylor?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You felt like you'd ruined it just before you'd left. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/adrian 6c.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When you get up, the house feels eerily quiet. You peer into Adrian's room, and it's empty. He's not downstairs either. There is a note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I'm sorry about yesterday, good luck with your job. Had to go to work. AD.' You read the note, feeling a wave of emotion as you imagine how hard it must be for him right now. The next few hours you spend pottering around the house. Having packed, you didn't really have much to do other than wait. You find the sensation of waiting oddly nerve-wracking. The anticipation is making you overthink every little aspect of going away. A knock startles you out of your own mind. You go to answer it, half expecting Sophie and not knowing what to say to her. You brace yourself as you open the door, but instead, you see a large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss Taylor?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<if $driver is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <<elseif $driver is 3>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $driver is 1>><div class="box you">The realisation suddenly hits you of who this man must be. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, yes! Sorry.'</span> You say, preoccupied with getting your phone to look at the time.</div> It's almost time to leave. How long were you sat, lost in thought? <<elseif $driver is 2>>You note the pronoun and it takes you a second to process that he's referring to you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um.. You're here to take me to the airport?'</span> You ask, choosing to ignore him calling you "Miss".</div> <<elseif $driver is 3>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, it's not "Miss".'</span> You say, matter-of-factly.</div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Oh, excuse me. What would you prefer instead?'</span> He asks innocently.</div> <div class="box you">You pause, looking at him as if it's obvious, and when it isn't, you burst out with <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir?!'</span> with an edge of sarcasm.</div> <div class="box guy1">He just smiles politely and replies graciously. <span style="color:#5079e0">'If that's what you prefer.'</span></div> You're not entirely sure how to respond and feel frustrated with the situation. <</if>><div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Can I help with your bags?'</span> He asks, almost too politely, when you don't respond.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I got it. There's only one.'</span> You say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Mind if I say goodbye quickly?'</span></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'I'll be in the car when you're ready to go. Please check you have your passport and anything else you might need for your trip.'</span> He gives you a friendly smile before turning back to a black Mercedes parked behind him.</div> You head back inside to grab your bag. Before you leave, you turn around, taking one last look at what had been your home. You close the door, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The door is slightly ajar, and you make your way to it, being careful not to make a noise. You can hear Sophie's voice rhythmically squealing with pleasure. Rounding the door, you are stunned by the sight of Sophie naked, on all fours, on top of Adrian. His dick pounded her while a black dildo stretches her asshole, bouncing up and down in time with Adrian's movements. Her ass, up in the air, looks so smooth and peach-like, that you can't help but feel hypnotized by the way she moved up and down. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Fuuuuck! Adrian, you fuckinngggg stud! Keep fucking me, just like that!'</span> Sophie squealed as she reached around, taking the dildo and pushing it in and out of her asshole.</div> You had to squeeze your legs together to control yourself as you saw just how big the black dildo was. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/peek 3.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#adeed3">'Oh god, Soph! You're going to make me cum!'</span> You heard Adrian's voice, desperate with pleasure.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to watch]]>>/<<set $peek to 1>><<set $panties to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Leave]]>>/<<set $peek to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Making your way back home, you listen to music to support your newfound confidence. When you're through the door, you feel an itch from around your neck that's been building from a few tiny hair trimmings. You decide you need a shower, and you'll need one before leaving tomorrow. You get to the top of the stairs and take out your headphones. Your ears are instantly filled with the familiar sound of Sophie's moans though they seem way more intense than usual. You stand in a mesmerised state, listening as Sophie cries out with pleasure. You notice your own breath becoming short as you become excited. Sophie's door is totally open. It would be so easy for you to go and look.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[You probably shouldn't]]>>/<<set $peek2 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $peek is 1 and $willpower lte -6>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Go look</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go look]]>>/<<set $peek2 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is an interactive game in which choices determine future actions you can take and how other characters will interact with you. Below is a rough guide on how to play Decent to Depravity. The main stat is Willpower. A higher Willpower will allow you to have more autonomy, allowing you to decide on your actions. One way to increase Willpower is by making decisions for yourself, particularly if the decision opposes what another wants. <<willpowerIncreased>> A lower Willpower will allow others to have a greater influence over you. You might find that you're more obedient to other characters' demands, and the option to choose for yourself isn't available. One way to decrease Willpower is by allowing other characters to make your decisions for you. <<willpowerDecreased>> If an option isn't available, the button will be greyed-out. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg='oh, magic depleted... Sorry.'><span style="color:#858585">Magic test button</span></button>@@</div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can make you more susceptible to others' sway or can make you bolder in your decisions.</div> Once you gain access to the Relationship Tracker, your relationship with other characters will play a part in determining possible choices. For the most part, characters will increase their relationship with you if you comply with their requests or if you impress them. Conversely, if you disappoint or fail to do as another character asks, you are likely to lose relationship points. <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship changed@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Often, denying another character's request can lead to an increase in Willpower but a fall in your relationship with that character.</div> Finally, attraction to male and female characters is displayed. Different levels of the meters indicate different levels of attraction. Filling the meter shows that you are fully attracted to characters of that gender, whereas a partially filled bar shows various levels of interest and curiosity. <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Changed">> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can increase how impressionable you are, making you more open-minded to influence regarding your attraction.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Title 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

[[How to play]]

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<set $coachlie to 0>><div class="box mini-br-after">Your eyes feel glazed, and your brain heavy with the exposure to the vast quantity of images of cocks and beautiful women that you've viewed. Despite all that dicks that you've seen, you have been constantly aroused over the hours that you've spent processing. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'How you feeling?' </span>Zoey's delicate voice cuts through the haze of your mind.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good... Well, uh... I think I feel pretty overstimulated by it all.'</span> You reply truthfully</div> <div class="box you">Zoey giggles. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm sure you are. I'm sorry there's so much. This was a popular experiment and we ended up taking far more applicants that we had initially planned. Out of interest... Did you spot anything interesting about the female images?'</span> She asked slyly.</div> You pause, taking a moment to think, determined to impress. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'They were all attractive. Like, all of them were far above the average attractiveness. Which was a little weird considering the candidates were meant to be rating them.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Exactly!'</span> She gives you a proud smile. <span style="color:#e50666">'The point wasn't strictly to find out how candidates rated the images. But we have found that when aroused, candidates generally behaved differently.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So like when candidates from set B who exaggerated their penis size undervalued women to feel superior.' </span>You expand, reciting her words.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Show off.' </span>She grinned.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, you know me. Just trying to make a name from myself.'</span> You smile back.</div> Zoey laughs in response, giving you a warm feeling in your stomach. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're free to go now. We're not an office that expects people to stay longer than they have to, plus I think you have a gym session now.'</span> She explains.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Great, are you coming? Would you like me to wait for you.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're so sweet. That's okay though, I'm going to stay late and work though. I'm really in the flow of it.'</span> She replies excitedly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's cool. I'll see you tomorrow?'</span> You smile back.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Bright and early.'</span> She winks before returning to her work.</div></div> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> In the gym, you approach an athletic girl in a tight-fitting tank top, sitting behind a desk, idly scrolling through her phone. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Hi, $name here to see Coach Nelson.' <span>You say, trying to catch her attention.</span> <</you>> <<girl2>> 'Okay.' <span> She nods, setting her phone down and turns to her computer without looking at you. </span> '$name $lastname? Fill these out and Coach Nelson will be out in a minute.' <span>She hands you a clipboard with a few papers attached.</span> 'Do you have your own kit today or will you be wanting to use ours?' <span> She looks directly at you for the first time, and you're struck by the intensity of her crystal-blue eyes. </span> <</girl2>> <<you>> 'I have... Um, I have mine. Here. I have mine here.' <span>You respond, suddenly flustered.</span> <</you>> <<girl2>> 'That's nice.' <span>She flashes smiles and goes back to her computer.</span> <</girl2>> You sit on a leather couch near the entrance, the cold leather penetrating your suit's material, cooling the back of your thighs. The paperwork is all pretty basic: Name, age, authorising the gym to use your results from the medical to fill in safety checks and formulate a personalised fitness program. <br> <br> <<coach>> '$name $lastname?' <span>A deep voice summons you from the depths of your mind.</span> <</coach>> Looking up, you are confronted by a large black man with sculpted muscles pushing to escape from his tight gym clothes. The heads of his shoulders are perfectly defined, and you can see the definition of his legs beneath his skin-tight leggings. <br> <br> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/coach.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <br> <<you>> 'Hi, Coach Nelson?' <span>You stand to shake his hand.</span> <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You turn to go but feel the now familiar gentle squeeze of your package by the panties. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Last thing. Is there a place I can buy clothes? I think I've forgotten to pack a few things.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Depends what you forgot.'</span> She responds slowly, thinking through your options. <span style="color:#e50666">'The Men's apparel warehouse is closed for renovations, but there will be a few things that would fit you in one of the shops with women's clothes. What are you after?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, em… just... Socks.'</span> You say awkwardly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Socks?...'</span> Zoey repeats, unconvinced. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, not socks. But something you don't want to tell me?'</span> She grins mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It is socks!</span>' You defend yourself.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well you can buy "socks" from one of the stores on campus. Unless there's something else you need?'</span> Zoey says, still smiling.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... And what if there is?'</span> You ask cheekily.</div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'Well if there's something you can't find from a store on campus then you'll need to go into town. Though you might have to wait to do that because your wristband won't be configured yet. At least that's what I had to do.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's fine!'</span> You respond, faking indifference. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay thanks, Zoey! I got a gym session now!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'See you later, $name.'</span></div> You're lost in thought in the lift.<<if $panties is 1>> At least you had something to wear; you move around on the spot feeling the comfort of the panties. <<else>> You feel the seam of your trousers catch on the skin of your crotch, and you wince at the sharp pain.<</if>> Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to go and look around one of the female stores and see if they have anything that would be appropriate. Exiting the lift, you look at the time, contemplating whether you have time to go to the clothing store before you go to the gym. You remember Dr Reyamov's stern warning not to be late. If you did go to find boxers, you would definitely be late for the gym. It was up to you then. Which did you think was more important? Being on time for Coach Nelson or sorting out your underwear problem.</div> <<if $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the gym|Mia gym 1]]>>/<<set $miagym to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to clothing store|Womens store 2]]>>/<<set $miagym to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the gym|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to clothing store|Womens store 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Coach Nelson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coarel to 1>><<set $coastat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'You can just call me Coach. Lookin' forward to working with you.'</span> He takes your hand, making it feel petit in his grasp.</div> He sits, making it clear for you to do the same. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'So, $name. I'd like to just have a little chat initially to see if we can align your wishes for your body with recommendations from the Doc and our training program. What, if you had one, was your old training regime like?'</span> He asks as he gets comfortable in his armchair, resting his arms on the sides and spreading his legs like a king on his throne. As he sits, you can't help but notice the sizable bulge between his legs. The thought of the appendage that must fill out the bulge invades your mind.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well.'</span> You start feeling more embarrassed about admitting your lack of fitness to Coach than you had to Dr Tanya. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I've never really been to the gym, not regularly at least. I always felt a little... Out of place...'</span> You offer up, feeling as though you're already setting a low standard for yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to walk to work every day. About thirty minutes, and the same to go back.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'No judgement here.'</span> He replies with a warm smile. <span style="color:#00bfff">'We all started somewhere, I just ask that while you work with me, you put in the effort and listen to what I got to say. If it sounds like I'm being critical it's because I've been doing this a long time and helped a lot of people. This is going to be hard, but let's have some fun while we're at it.'</span> He pauses letting his words set in. <span style="color:#00bfff">'In terms of your fitness, what are you interested in improving?'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'd like to look fitter. I'm not really interested in having big muscles but I'd like to look more defined.'</span> You summarise.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'That's possible.'</span> He nods slowly, looking over your forms. <span style="color:#00bfff">'I'd like to focus you on weights. Rather than focus on a high weight, I'd like you to do a lower weight and higher reps. Does that work for you?'</span> He asks, looking at you with a smile curled at the corner of his lips.</div> <div class="box you">You smile back. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Whatever you say, I'll trust you for this process.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Great. Go get changed, and I'll meet you back out here in a minute.'</span> He gestures his head in the direction of the changing rooms.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure, see you in a bit!' </span>You get up, taking your bag with your gym kit.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Heading the way Coach showed you, you spot Mia coming through the front entrance. She beams as she changes direction to intercept you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey Mia!'</span> You call over once she's in earshot.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Hey yourself! First gym session with Coach?'</span> She asks excitedly, walking with you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I just had a meeting with him and we're just about to start!'</span> You reply, mimicking her energy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo fun! I remember when I first started I was so tired after I just wanted to sleep!'</span> She laughs.</div> You get to the changing room and Mia walks in, saving you from the embarrassment of walking into the women's changing rooms. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oops, could you point me in the direction of the men's changing room?'</span> You ask politely.</div> <div class="box mia">Mia giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Good thing I was here to save you from the shock! The changing rooms are mixed! There are a few individual changing booths inside if you're shy?'</span> She teases.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh!'</span> You pauses, processing the information. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I've just, never heard of something like this before.'</span> You take tentative, steps forward, following Mia into the changing room.</div> You're greeted with the slow murmur of conversation emanating out of a large room separated by lockers. Down the section you can see, a menagerie of fit bodies stripping, glistening with sweat or changing into tight-fitting gym ware. Guys and girls casually get dressed next to each other. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You just going to stand there staring, or are you planning to get ready?'</span> Mia asks loud enough to catch some glances.</div> You feel your cheeks burn red after being called out. Hurriedly, you skip to catch up with Mia, heading to another aisle. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Private changing room or with me?'</span> She asks, giving you a cheeky grin.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Private rooms|Private rooms]]>><</button>>@@</div><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Change with Mia|Gym 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... I think... This time, I'm going to go for the private room. Just cause it's my first time and... Um... Yeah.' </span>You fumble your way through your excuse.</div> It's not that you don't want to see Mia changing; if you were to change with her, you're sure you'd have plenty of opportunities to sneak looks. Your point of concern is her and all the other attractive people in the changing room seeing and judging you. It's safer to change in your own private changing room, you surmise. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Suit yourself!'</span> Mia winks, leaving you to find your way to the private changing rooms.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/private changing.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The room is spacious, with a large mirror, a bench and plenty of hooks to hang your clothes. You place your bag down and sit heavily after your long day. As you do, your heel makes contact with something under the bench. Without looking at it, you reach a hand under and wrap your fingers around a cylindrical object. It was girthy and slightly tacky to the touch. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> You reveal a long black sex toy, which looks like a six-inch dildo combined with a buttplug. Your hand trembles slightly, your brain not processing your find, not knowing whether to drop it or something else. It's thick. Your hand barely wraps around it. There's a sudden moment of realisation as it seems to really register what you are holding, and you drop it suddenly. As you stare at the object on the ground, a strange sensation to take it comes over you. You're not sure why. Something about it is lustful. It turns you on, and your desire extends to the toy.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take it|Private rooms 1]]>>/<<set $takeit to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Put it back|Private rooms 1]]>>/<<set $takeit to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia bra.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'With you!'</span> You respond almost too eagerly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Good.'</span> She smiles over her shoulder, setting her bag down on the bench and stripping off her shirt in a fluid motion.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> A black bra strap contrasts the paleness of her skin. You remind yourself to breathe as she drops her skirt to the floor, revealing a matching black thong cutting between her curvaceous behind. She turns, and you avert your eyes a moment too late. Mia's precious giggle fills the air, burning your cheeks with embarrassment. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Like what you see? You can stare this once but if we're going to change together regularly, you'll just have to get used to allll of me.'</span> She teases.</div> You don't adhere to her request, instead focusing on stripping off your shirt and jacket. <<if $panties is 0 or $panties is 1>>You pause, as you're about to remove your trousers as well, suddenly acutely aware of your <<if $panties is 1>>panties beneath.<<else>>lack of underwear.<</if>> You look around, checking that no one else is looking before sliding into a spot where you hope Mia coundn't see you. Taking a final breath you strip off your trousers and immediately pull on your jogging bottoms. Your cheeks already burning, you glance up to see if Mia or anyone else had spotted <<if $panties is 1>>you in your panties.<<else>>your naked body.<</if>> If she had, Mia made no indication of it, and you vowed not to be this exposed again. <<else>>Standing in boxers, you catch sight of her bra falling onto the bench next to you as you rummage through your bag in search of your gym kit.<</if>> Choosing to remain focused on changing instead of stealing a look at Mia's exposed chest, you hear her fluttering laughter. Looking up, you see her in a sports bra and yoga pants. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Wordlessly, you take the bags in your arms and go to the changing rooms. You opt to change in the private rooms, nervous about how you'll look in skin-tight clothing. Adorning the new kit, you look up at the figure looking back at you in the mirror. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 6.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <br> You're in form-hugging yoga pants, and a matching top with a cropped that shows off your slim midriff. You're saved the reveal by a short jacket that only allows your skin to be shown if you move in certain ways. <br> <br> The results aren't as bad as you'd feared. You're relieved that you're spared the embarrassment of the clothing being too baggy in terms of fit. The material does a good job of clinging to your skin. They accentuate your slim waist and rounded hips, though you're insecure about your petite upper body. Your flat chest and narrow shoulders seem to be shown off by the tank top. <br> <br> After a moment of being lost, you trusted Coach's belief that you'd soon be able to fit your new kit better. You're nervous about going out and scared of the inevitable judgement of the other gym users. A knock at the door startles you from your spiral. <br> <br> <<coach>> '$name?' <span>Coach's voice penetrates the door.</span> <</coach>> <<you>> 'Hey.' <span>You respond, not taking your eyes off yourself.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'All good? You've been gone for a while.' <span>He continues.</span> <</coach>> Rather than answer, you muster the courage to open the door. Coach's figure looms a few inches below the top of the door. He looks down at you, his hands on his hips. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I'm good...' <span>You pause.</span> 'I just don't know if this suits me.' <</you>> <<coach>> <span>A moment passes before he answers.</span> 'I assume it's about your current body shape. We all started somewhere, I've people a lot larger than you and I've had people a lot smaller than you. Put in the work, trust the process, and I assure you that you'll be confident in your own body in no time. Plus, I'll be with you; anyone looks at you funny and I'll let them know where they can look.' <span>He smiles warmly.</span> <</coach>> You laugh, not doubting it. There aren't many people you could imagine disobeying Coach. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I hope for their sake, no one does look at me funny.' <span>You agree, grabbing the remaining bags to put in your locker.</span> <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Wear the kit|Gym 7]]>>/<<set $gymkit to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to refuse|Gym 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You follow Coach's large stature onto the gym floor. All around are sweaty bodies and metal clinking loudly on metal. No one paid you any attention, putting your nerves to rest. Coach stops at an exercise bike and pats the seat, signalling you to get on. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'We're just going to start you off gently. Warm up them muscles and then move on to learning the technique of a few exercises.'</span> He says while he fiddles with the settings. <span style="color:#00bfff">'Whenever you're ready.'</span> He takes a step back, allowing you to begin.</div> You nod, determined to give it your all as you pedal the bike. Thankfully, you don't embarrass yourself by struggling at the first hurdle as you build up some speed. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 2b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'How does it feel?'</span> Coach asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not bad, I could keep going like this for a while.'</span> You respond as your breath starts to deepen.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Good, this is only a warm up so your only job is to get warm.'</span> He continues.</div> Your warm-up lasts about 15 minutes before Coach gets you off the bike onto a mat, where you mirror his stretches. During the process, Coach Nelson makes small talk about the weather, students returning to college and your old life in the UK. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Let's move on to something more fun!'</span> He gives you a wicked grin before leading you to a bar just above head height, held by a cage. <span style="color:#00bfff">'This here is a squat rack. We're going to start by building the largest muscles in your body, that'll tell the rest of your body to get ready for what's to come.'</span> He adjusts the supports until the bar is at your shoulder height.</div> He demonstrates the motion he wants you to follow, carefully breaking the movement into easy-to-remember sections. You watch as he shows you each part with ease. His constricted torso flexes with the motion. He then instructs you on the correct position to spot a squatter, telling you to stand right up behind and against him. If he were to struggle, you'd assist him by lifting him by his chest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Doing as he says, you practice the maneuvre with him. When he's fully down in the squat position, you feel his solid body between your legs, his large chest rising and falling with powerful breaths. You find yourself needing to actively focus on the task at hand rather than Coach's imposing body. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Think you can do that?'</span> Coach asks, snapping you out of your daze.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sure.'</span> You answer on auto-pilot, hoping he was referring to the exercise.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You take his place under the bar, carefully following his instructions on lifting the bar off the rack by extending your body. Coach rewards you with a satisfactory grunt and a slow nod. After stepping back, you begin the set, paying particular attention to your body and how it moves as instructed. You were painfully aware of how easy Coach had made it look, in contrast to how you felt. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 8.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Don't change anything you're doing just because you're tired. This is all part of it. Keep your speed; keep your focus.'</span> Coach instructs sternly.</div> He steps behind you and traces your movement down. You feel his substantial thighs brush against your hips. His body against yours makes you feel weak, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Finishing the set, you drop the bar back on the rack, your legs burning unpleasantly. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Not too bad. Though your upper body was leaning forwards...'</span> He explains the benefits of the proper technique and what he wants you to focus on in your next set. He laughs. <span style="color:#00bfff">'This is why I needed you to be wearing compression clothing. This way, I can see every detail of your body, what you're doing wrong and what you're doing right!'</span></div> In the next set, you pay attention to the tips Coach gave you and try to move your body accordingly. Halfway through, Coach asks you to stop. The metal clanks back into the rack, and your chest heaves as you wipe away the sheen of sweat covering your forehead. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Do a few things for me?'</span> He asks.<span style="color:#00bfff"> 'Put your weight onto the balls of your feet, keep a straight back and bend forward, trying to touch your toes.'</span></div> You do so, though, when you're about a foot from being able to touch them. Your legs tighten and won't let you get any further. After a few seconds of hanging, you stand, looking at Coach expectantly.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 9]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Coach Nelson has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coastat to $coastat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Thought so. Your lack of flexibility is holding you back and as we increase the weight and build muscle mass, you risk injury.'</span> He pauses as he thinks. <span style="color:#00bfff">'I'm going to assign you to yoga classes. Twice a week should work. It's not surprising, until now, you've led a sedentary lifestyle, it's natural for your muscles to tighten up if they're not regularly stretched. But once you gain some length in your muscles we'll be able to add some weights and then move onto a men's bar.'</span></div> The idea that you're not even using a "men's" bar causes disappointment to pierce you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What do you mean a "men's bar"?'</span> You ask, hopeful that you'd jumped to a conclusion.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'A men's Olympic bar is heavier than a women's bar. But if the women's bar is too heavy, we can move down to a stick to help you understand the movement without the weight holding you back.</span>' He replies bluntly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... No...'</span> It's not the answer you wanted to hear. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The women's bar is fine.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Great! Back to it!'</span> He smiles warmly.</div> Continuing the session, you finish up with the squats and move on to the machines. You find yourself much more comfortable with that. Coach explains it's because there's no need to concentrate on balancing. You target specific muscles, whereas free weights force you to be able to support the weight with surrounding muscles. When you finish the session and cool down, your mind aches with the new information almost as much as your body. On your way back to the changing rooms, walking next to Coach, your muscles burn. The sensation is almost pleasant as if each step stretches and relieves the muscles. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Your first yoga session will be tomorrow morning. Check your calendar in a bit, I'll have it scheduled in now. You're going to want to wear your new kit.'</span> He says, stepping behind the front desk.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure thing! Thank you for today, Coach.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box coach">Coach laughs. <span style="color:#00bfff">'The English are just as polite as everyone says. I like that!'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You have dinner at the cafeteria before going home. Your body aches, and you get to slump on your bed. A shower is in order, but before that, you'd like to send a message to Adrian: <div class="box cpu">"Hey mate, I've made it! I started my new job! <<if $pills is 1>>I thought jetlag was going to hit me hard and I was apprehensive to start, but I feel fresh! <<else>>I've been so damn tired, painfully tired! I feel like I need to take a week just to get used to the time zone. <</if>> The work they've set me doing isn't too hard, just a kind of mundane task, which is great for my first few days! Anyways, I just wanted to update you and see how you're doing?! Missing you but I'm here and it's going great! $name"</div> You press send on your quick message and are startled by an alert message popping up on your screen: <div class="box cpu">"Emails outside the network need approval. Send request for approval?"</div> Confused, you select "yes", making a mental note to ask Abigail about it when you see her next. After a shower, you fall into bed, exhausted. You lie in the comfort of your bed and contemplate watching porn. The images from your work assignment flicker through your mind. Beautiful girls... Seductive lingerie... Cocks. You can't help it, your lust is all mixed up. With everything that you had watched, perhaps something fast paced... Something to allow yourself to expend all the lust you'd built up over the day...</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Porn|Goon]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Something faster pace|Hypno3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/campus shops night.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $femstore to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">The new map installed on your phone shows you the direction of the men's clothing store. You make your way to it, your head buried in the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/masc store.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Nearing the store, you spot shutters covering the windows. Getting closer and peering through the window, shelves and racks are visible, though they are emptied of most of their clothing. You stand back, disappointed and thinking about what to do next. Across the street is a women's clothing store. You go to enter it and ask if a member of staff can help you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/fem store.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good <<if $afternoonoff is 1>>afternoon<<else>>evening<</if>>.'</span> You say with more brightness than you felt.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Good <<if $afternoonoff is 1>>afternoon<<else>>evening<</if>>, how can I help you today?'</span> A particularly tall woman responds with a polite smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm trying to buy some... Clothes. But the men's store is closed. Is there another store that I can go to?'</span></div> <div class="box girl4">She looks at you with pity. <span style="color:#bc6a89">'We don't define clothes by men's and women's. Like gender, we believe clothing runs along a scale, here you'll find more feminine clothing and the other store is more masculine. The masculine clothing stores are closed for renovations and stock changes. You should have received the notification before you arrived from your summer break.'</span></div> <div class="box you">//Summer break?//<span style="color:#afeeee"> 'I'm not a student!' </span>You announce.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Oh?... I'm sorry. You have a youthful look.'</span> She smiles apologetically. <span style="color:#bc6a89">'Then you're welcome to look around here, we stock a wide range of clothing. If you don't find what you're looking for. You can place an order online and we have them delivered.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You return her smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll go and have a look around.'</span></div> You spend half an hour walking around, trying to find any kind of underwear. By "range of clothing", the sales assistant had meant t-shirts and jeans that could arguably be worn by any of the genders. The closest thing to boxers you saw was an item called boy shorts. Though they seemed acceptable, the only ones available were either fully laced or lace-trimmed. <<if $afternoonoff isnot 1 or $afternoonoff isnot 0>>Halfway through your shopping experience, a notification pops up on your phone alerting you to the beginning of your gym session, hurrying you up.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/womens store 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/fem store.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'If I wanted to order online. How long would it be?' <span>You asked the same sales assistant.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'I would expect in the region of one to two weeks. The issue with being up in the mountains away from the city.' <span>She gave a half smile.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> 'What about the train? Couldn't I take the train into the city?' <</you>> <<girl4>> 'You could. Though you'd need to talk to your professor... Oh, excuse me... Department manager?' <span>She corrected herself.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> 'Why?' <span>You asked, confused.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'You need a pass to leave the campus.' <span>She retorted matter-of-factly.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> <span>You stand in stunned silence.</span> 'Okay, I'll do that.' <span>You reply slowly.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'Have a nice day.' <span>She dismisses you.</span> <</girl4>> You return to the boy shorts, <<if $panties is 1>> trying to judge whether they are better than your current panties. In terms of coverage, they certainly were, though their laciness had a distinct feminine characteristic. <<else>> trying to judge whether you could get away with no panties for another week. <</if>> <<if $panties is 0>> You decide something is better than nothing and purchase a pack of five with lacey trim. It had felt too risky when you were in nothing as if the threat of your trousers falling down became more likely without anything on underneath. <</if>> </div> <<if $afternoonoff is 0>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|End day]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|End day]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|End day]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <<elseif $afternoonoff is 1>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 2]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|Rest 2]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|Rest 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1b]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|Gym 1b]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|Gym 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Nervously, you make your way to the gym, aware of how late you are. You approach an athletic girl in a tight-fitting tank top, sitting behind a desk, idly scrolling through her phone. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, $name here to see Coach Nelson.'</span> You say, trying to catch her attention.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Okay.'</span> She nods, setting her phone down and turns to her computer without looking at you. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'$name $lastname? Fill these out and Coach Nelson will be out in a minute.'</span> She hands you a clipboard with a few papers attached. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Do you have your own kit today or will you be wanting to use ours?' </span>She looks directly at you for the first time, and you're struck by the intensity of her crystal-blue eyes.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I have... Um, I have mine. Here. I have mine here.'</span> You respond, suddenly flustered.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'That's nice.' </span>She smiles and goes back to her computer.</div> You sit on a leather couch near the entrance, the cold leather penetrating your suit's material, cooling the back of your thighs. The paperwork is all pretty basic: Name, age, authorising the gym to use your results from the medical to fill in safety checks and formulate a personalised fitness program. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/coach.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'$name $lastname?'</span> A deep voice summons you from the depths of your mind.</div> Looking up, you are confronted by a large black man with sculpted muscles pushing to escape from his tight gym clothes. The heads of his shoulders are perfectly defined, and you can see the definition of his legs beneath his skin-tight leggings. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, Coach Nelson?'</span> You stand to shake his hand.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'You're late.'</span> He responds without returning the gesture.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you were held up at work|Gym 2b]]>>/<<set $coachlie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[apologize and don't give an excuse|Gym 2b]]>>/<<set $coachlie to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Coach Nelson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coarel to 1>><<set $coastat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Coach Nelson has decreased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coastat to $coastat -1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><<if $coachlie is 1>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I'm very sorry. I was held up at work, sorting files and other things.'</span> You lie convincingly.</div> He doesn't respond, and your breath catches in your throat. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Oh-kay, make sure it doesn't happen again.'</span> He finally answers.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No Sir, it won't.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Good. As for today, I'm not going to have time to run through a full session with you. You're free to use the cardio section.' </span>He turns to leave, and you're ashamed about your lie.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes Sir. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again.'</span> You say sheepishly.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Oh-kay. For today, I'm not going to have time to run through a full session with you. You're free to use the cardio section.'</span> He turns to leave. 'I'll see you next week.'</div> <</if>>You figure your best move is to get some cardio done to prove your diligence. Entering the changing rooms, you're greeted with the slow murmur of conversation emanating from the large room separated by lockers. Down the section, you can see a menagerie of fit bodies stripping, glistening with sweat or changing into tight-fitting gym ware. Guys and girls casually get dressed next to each other. Initially, you're shocked, though you steel yourself, trying to act as if you fit in, and this isn't your first time. You keep to yourself as you get changed, focusing on looking like you know what you're doing. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 2b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You select an exercise bike to workout on. The bike's resistance is far too hard for you, and you subtly turn it most of the way down. Despite making it easier for yourself, you spend half an hour struggling through your ride. You had intended to complete an hour, then you reduced it to forty-five minutes and half an hour as you couldn't do anymore. Your legs and bum burn as you stumble home, cursing the hill to your condo. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Exiting the lift, you walk over to Mia at the reception desk. Mia is diligently at work, focusing intently on her screen. After a second of going unnoticed, you circle around the back of the desk. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey Mia!'</span> You say abruptly.</div> Catching sight of her screen, you see a girl on all fours being fucked by a muscular black guy. He's wrapped her hair around his hand and is using it like a leash, pulling her head back. Her face is contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name!'</span> She looks startled as she moves to mash the close button.</div> The computer takes a second to process the multiple clicks of the mouse, and the software crashes, the video still playing. It changes to show a different girl, cum dripped from her pussy and mouth as she looked in a state of bliss between two hung black men. <<if $pills is 1>>Her eyes seem to peirce you, looking deep into your soul, promising an existance of pure pleasure, if only you'd join her.<<else>>Her eyes to be looking directly into yours, making it hard for you to turn away from the screen.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/mia gym 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The video disappears, showing a complicated-looking calendar instead. Mia turns to look at you, a mixture of horror and shame. Her cheeks flushed with colour. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It was... Fuck.'</span> She curses. <span style="color:#de5d83">'It's just our chat over lunch got me all worked up, and this was an experiment that the Institution ran a while ago and I was just rewatching the results...'</span> She trails off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That was an experiment?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box mia">She turns off her screen and puts a few items into a bag. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah, I think they were trying to isolate the sensation-enhancing part of ecstasy. It was tested as a pleasure drug and the reaction of the people it was used on was... I mean just wow.'</span> She takes a deep breath.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Ever took it?'</span> You probe.</div> <div class="box mia">Mia laughs. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Hearing about Dr J. and me wasn't enough for you? You wanna hear about how I was so desperately horny, begging to feel the pleasure of a big cock being thrust into me over and over! My mind broken from the bliss?'</span> She teases as she begins to walk out of NI with you following. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Well you can't. It's not available yet. Apparently it's got a few more testing stages left before it can be approved and then I'm told I can have my turn! Any day now! How about you? Would you try it?'</span> She asks casually.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'If it's safe. I mean it couldd be fun.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#de5d83">'And if it's not illegal or anything. But I guess why would it be.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Of course it won't be illegal, you idiot!'</span> Mia giggles, infecting you with a smile. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Maybe we could give it a try together?'</span></div> <div class="box you">Her question causes your brain to stall as you try to process it. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Like, together together?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia gym 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I mean maybe.'</span> She says disappointing you. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I hear that it's good if you're penetrating, but it's ten times stronger if you're being penetrated.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Lucky for you!'</span> You smile, trying to get over Mia's slip-up.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah... I mean, not just me.'</span> She looks at you with a more serious look in her eye.</div> <div class="box you">It takes you a second to get what she means, but your eyes go wide when you do. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You mean, me?! Me being penetrated?!'</span> You croak.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Have you ever tried it?'</span> She continues casually.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No! I'm a guy.' </span>You say defensively.</div> <div class="box you">Mia turns to look at you, irritated. <span style="color:#de5d83">'So? Everyone can be penetrated.'</span> She retorts, her voice bristly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.'</span> You frantically backtrack. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean... I don't want to be... Penetrated.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Well if you ever get curious, I'd definitely want to be there.'</span> She continues more merrily. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm being serious too.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh, thanks Mia. I'm not sure though.'</span> You relax slightly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You don't have to decide now, just think about it.'</span></div> You stop as she enters a building, looking up at the entrance. You'd been too wrapped up in the conversation to wonder where she had taken you. <<if $miagym isnot 0>>Fortunately, it's the gym, exactly where you need to be. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You're going to the gym too?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah, I go most days as long as I'm not hung over!'</span> Mia giggles.</div> Walking in, Mia points you to the reception before taking a seat on one of the comfortable-looking sofas. <<else>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll see you later?'</span> You say, dismissing yourself.</div> <div class="box mia">She looks at you, confused. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Don't you have a gym session?' </span></div> <div class="box you">You avoid her eye contact sheepishly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I do... I just need to run an errand first.' </span></div> <div class="box mia">Mia glances down at her phone, taking note of the time. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I don't think you'll have time to go. Coach was in the military. If you're not early, you're late. He says that a lot.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't be long.'</span> You begin to protest.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm just trying to look out for you. If you're late, then Coach will tell Ms Winters and she might tell the Doctor. You'll be in so much trouble if that happens. Trust me, you don't want to want to get in trouble in your first week.'</span> She pleads.</div> <div class="box you">You pause before giving in to her reasoning. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You're right. I guess you're right. I really don't want Ms Winters, or the Doctor, to punish me!'</span> You joke, lightening the mood.</div> <div class="box you">She doesn't laugh. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You really don't.'</span></div><</if>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $takeit is 0>>Instead of touching the synthetic phallus again, you use the heel of your shoe to gingerly kick it back under the bench where you found it. <<else>>Your body seems to act on autopilot, not allowing any rational part of your brain to override your snap decision. The synthetic phallus gets stuffed into your bag and sealed away. You can hear your blood rushing as the adrenaline courses through you. <</if>>You sit back, contemplating your find, your mind, simultaneously rushing and sluggish. A rapid knock makes you jump out of your thoughts. Staying quiet, you hope they'll get the message and go away. No sooner had you wished that, the knock came again. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'O... Occupied!'</span> You call out.</div> The knock is more rapid this time, reacting to the confirmation of your presence. You unsteadily get to your feet and unlock the door. A cute-looking red-haired girl is standing looking at you with wide moistened eyes. Her undereyes were puffy, and the corners of them tinted red. She had been crying. The reaction you instantly feel is to comfort and care for her. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/annie.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'm so sorry to disturb you. I'm just lookin' for somethin'</span>, and I was hopin' you'd seen it?' She asks in a Southern accent. With her hands clasped together, she pushed her elbows together, making her ample cleavage bulge.</div> Instantly, your mind registers what she must be talking about, and you involuntarily raise your eyebrows. <div class="box you"><<if $takeit is 0>><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's em... Yeah, I think I might know what you're talking about.'</span> You nod awkwardly, turning to retrieve the item. A glint of relief brightens her eyes. <<elseif $takeit is 1>>You freeze as you realise where you put it. If you were to get it, you'd have to show that you'd tried to take her sex toy. Regretting telling her you knew anything about it, your mind races to try and save you. You turn to check if she's looking at you and immediately regret it. She gives you a reassuring smile, making guilt burn inside you. An idea possibly occurs to you.<</if>></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Give it back|Private rooms 2]]>>/<<set $giveitback to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try and keep it|Private rooms 2b]]>>/<<set $giveitback to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">Trying to be bold, you take the toy from your bag and hand it to her with false confidence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was going to hand it in to reception, but I didn't want to carry it so obviously, cos... Ya'know...'</span> You give her a goofy grin.</div> <div class="box annie">She giggles, perhaps out of relief. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You're so smart! I bet I would'a just held it in plain sight!'</span> She tucks it under her arm, concealing it the best she can. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'm Annie by'tha way. I'm sorry for almost cryin' on you!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You don't need to apologize! Are you doing okay?'</span> You ask sympathetically.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Yeahh, it's just...'</span> She trails off, looking around before stepping into your changing room.</div> Not expecting her to step in, you don't back off in time, and she pushes herself against you. You get a taste of her sweet scent, like a floral candy. She closes the door behind her before continuing. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I um... I was punished... Spanked because I took my...'</span> She gestures down at the buttplug. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Toy out, without Mistress's permission. It's new and so big! I just didn't want to work out with it pushin' in me so deep!'</span> She shudders as her eyes glaze over, thinking of the sensation.</div> <div class="box you">You don't know how to respond, shocked that Annie would divulge so much information. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Good thing I found it then?'</span> You unintentionally phrase it as more of a question.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Too right! My hero!'</span> She beams. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You never mentioned your name?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span> You smile.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'$name, huh? You're a freshman?'</span> She asks innocently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, no! I just started working at Noir Institution, in the Research branch.'</span></div> <div class="box annie">She giggles melodically. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Gosh, I'm so sorry. You just have such a youthful look! You're lucky, any girl would love to be like you!'</span></div> Though she had complimented you, her wording was strange. It made you feel weird. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Anyway, I gotta go put this thing in. I'll see you later, $name.'</span> She continues.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Bye Annie, see you later.'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You watch her as she pops her head out of the door, checking if the coast is clear. The view as you stare at her heart-shaped hips is mouth-watering. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Darn!'</span> She curses, closing the door again. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'All the private rooms look taken. Would it be okay with you if I just put it in here? I'll be quick, I promise!'</span> She pleads.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Can't you do it in a bathroom?'</span> You ask without thinking.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I don't wanna just be paradin' this thing around! I'd die of embarrassment!'</span> She protests.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... I can turn around if that would make you feel more comfortable?'</span> You add, not wanting to seem like a creep.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Thank you kindly.'</span> Her eyes flutter enticingly.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 3.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Your breaths are long and deep as you imagine Annie impaling herself on the thick butt plug. The image is brought to life as she gasps and moans, and you occasionally hear a wet noise as you picture her asshole stretching to accommodate the girthy toy. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'It's no use.'</span> She huffs before her tone turns fearful to herself. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Mistress is going to punish me so bad! I thought if I got it in then at least she couldn't be rough with that. She might even forgive me just a little...'</span></div> Your resolve breaks, and you turn your body slightly, giving you a view of her out of your peripheral vision. The movement catches her attention as she suddenly calls out with an idea. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Could you help me!? I know this is short notice and we've just met, but I trust you. You have a... kindness about you!'</span> She talks quickly, having made up her mind. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'With an extra set of hands, I can stretch myself out and you can push it in. Please, Oh won't you help me, please?'</span> She begged.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie naked.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel as if you're on a porn set, and you can't help but feel like you're taking advantage of a clearly naive girl. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'If that would be helpful.'</span> Despite your reservations, you respond far too quickly.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Thank you! Thank you!'</span> She squeals happily. Too happily, such that it fuels your guilt.</div> A tap on your shoulder makes you jump as you weren't expecting to be touched. Annie just giggles in response. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'How are you expecting to help if you're facing the wrong way!'</span> She chirps.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah. Right...'</span> You say as you turn to see her smiling warmly, holding the buttplug out towards you.</div> After giving you the black toy, she walks over to the bench and wiggles her hips as she works down her gym shorts and panties, revealing her plump pale butt cheeks. She rests one knee on the bench and reaches her arms around to take a cheek in each hand and pulls them apart. You swallow repeatedly to save yourself from drooling, and your breath feels ragged. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I just need you to push, okay!? And then, together we can get it in. I've already lubed it and myself with my spit.'</span> She says with complete innocence of the situation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You almost whisper your response.</div> You take half a step closer and line the large buttplug up with her tight little asshole, now seeing why Annie had had so much trouble with the task. The plug looked about two, maybe three inches, thick. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay then.'</span> You repeated, warning her as the toy made contact with her skin.</div> She gasped, and her asshole seemed to retract for just a second before she relaxed and she gaped just slightly. Beginning the task of pushing the toy into her, her breath became shallow and irregular. You manage to make only a bit of progress before you have to start applying more pressure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'I'm... Not sure...' <span>You start, fumbling over your words.</span> 'I haven't seen anything.' <span>You follow up building your confidence in your lie.</span> <</you>> She stands stuns for a moment, a look of fear building in her eyes. Without warning she pushes past you, scouring the floor for her sex toy. <br> <br> <<if $takeit is 0>> <<annie>> <span> She spots it in plain sight and snatches it up before shooting you a dirty look. </span> 'Why would ya?...' <span>She blurts out, her voice bristling with anger and confusion.</span> <</annie>> You stand dumbly staring at her, struggling to excuse your blatant lie. <<annie>> 'I can't!... I can't even!' <span>She storms out, brandishing her butt plug in plain sight.</span> <</annie>> <<if $willpower lte 6>> You shudder as the tension dissipates, hoping that the event would have no repucutions. Consumed by your thoughts, you change into your new kit. <<else>> You think about stopping her, perhaps you can play this to your advantage. <</if>> <<elseif $takeit is 1>> <<annie>> <span>She looks up at you with panic.</span> 'It's not here... Excuse me, for my rudeness.' <span>Her tone drops.</span> <</annie>> <<you>> 'Don't worry about it. Was it important?' <span>You ask, innocence smeared over your comment.</span> <</you>> <<annie>> 'It was... I was punished, y'know. My mistress spanked me because I took it out.' <span> Her eyes cast down, but for a second you think you spot a twinkle in them. </span> <</annie>> <<you>> <span>You nod dumbly as she talks about her use of the sex toy.</span> 'That sucks, I wouldn't want it in while I work out!' <span>You say, trying to lighten the mood.</span> <</you>> <<annie>> 'Right?! It drives me crazy anyway, if I had it while I was squatting it would'a broken my mind!... Wait on sec...' <span>She trails off.</span> 'I never told you what I was missin'.' <</annie>> You stomach drops and the blood rushes from your head. <br> <br> <<annie>> 'You got it, don't you!' <span>She accuses you, before starting towards your bag.</span> <</annie>> <</if>> </div> <<if $takeit is 0>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Let her go|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower gte 8>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop her|Private rooms 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Stop her</span></button>@@</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't stop her|Private rooms 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower gte 8>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop her|Private rooms 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Stop her</span></button>@@</div> <</if>> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $useannie to 1>><<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee"><<if $takeit is 1>>'I do.'<<else>>'Stop.'<</if>></span> You intercept her, a plan formulating and you try to speak with authority. <span style="color:#afeeee"><<if $takeit is 1>>'Of course you can have it back. I just am going to need to put it back in for you.'<<else>>'How dare you assume that I took it. You left it behind and you're blaming me for that. Of course, you can have it back. I just am going to need to put it back in for you.'<</if>></span></div> <div class="box annie">She looks at you, wide eyed. Her aggressive demeanour shrinking back. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You wanna'...'</span> Her timid expression looking so cute.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You need to be punished, right?'</span> You say, your confidence growing as you reason with her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think it's only fair.'</span> </div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Oh... Okay. I'm sorry, I do need'a be punished.'</span> She responds meekly.</div> You produce the buttplug from you bag and look expectantly at her. She walks over to the bench and wiggles her hips as she works down her gym shorts and panties revealing her pale plump butt cheeks. She rests one knee on the bench and reaches her arms around to taking a cheek in each hand and pulling them apart. You swallow repeatedly to save yourself from drooling, and your breath feels ragged. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I need to just... Loosen myself up, okay?</span>' She says in a questioning tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You almost whisper your response.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 3b.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She puts her fingers in her mouth and withdraws them soaked with her saliva. Reaching around she circles a finger around her pink asshole, while you just stare unable to contain your excitement. Annie glances at you, her cheeks flushed red before she plunges her finger inside without any resistant. As soon as her fingers enters her, her body changes. She shudders with delight and enters a second finger, using it to stretch her asshole apart. You take half a step closer and line the large buttplug up with her tight little asshole. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay then.'</span> You warn her as the toy made contact to her skin. </div> She gasped, and her asshole seemed to retract for just a second, before she relaxed and she gaped just slightly. Beginning the task of pushing the toy into her, her breath became shallow and irregular. You manage to make only a bit of progress before you have to start applying more pressure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I can feel it going...'</span> She moans.</div> You watch as the tip pushes in and her hole widens to encompass it. Annie's back arches and her breath suddenly gets deep as she focuses through the pain. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 4b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $goon to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">Horniness gets the better of you, and you decide to watch some porn. You load up a porn site, looking for something that piques your interest. Instantly you're overwhelmed by the number of thumbnails displaying beautiful girls being fucked. Your exposure to all the images you'd seen throughout the day still flashes through your mind, adding to the barrage you're facing now. Your erection is already standing to attention, conditioned by your day's work. Saving yourself from your sensory overload, you click a video and are greeted by a girl submissively on all fours, focused on a big cock. You watch as she sucks on his cock, taking it over and over into her mouth. Saliva and precum glisten of his shaft, as you watch her diligently bobbing her head. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Your body quickly comes up to climax, but you control yourself. Not wanting the pleasure to end so soon, you choose another video, allowing yourself to calm down in the lull between the videos. You click to skip over the scene set-up and get straight to the good stuff. This time, a girl is held up as a man beneath her mercilessly rams his cock into her ass, stretching her asshole with each thrust. You watch as she looses her mind, overcome with the ecstasy of having his cock rammed into her. Her moans mix with the slaps of their skin and his balls smacking her pussy with each thrust. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 1 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Goon 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $hypno3 to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">Horniness gets the better of you, and you decide to watch some porn. You load up a porn site, looking for something that piques your interest. Instantly you're overwhelmed by the number of thumbnails displaying beautiful girls being fucked. Your exposure to all the images you'd seen throughout the day still flashes through your mind, adding to the barrage you're facing now. Your erection is already standing to attention, conditioned by your day's work. You click a thumbnail with a beautiful-looking girl, the perfect mix of breathtakingly sexy and innocent looking. The scene shows her seductively sucking on a man's finger, teasing her abilities. Her eyes are trained on the man's, showing him her full attention. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're eager for the scene to play out, but it cuts to the same girl now on her knees with another man's dick in her mouth. She lovingly slurps on his cock, bobbing her head up and down, savouring the size of the man's cock in her mouth. You touch your aching penis, and instantly your body tenses with the pleasure washing over you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/5.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip abruptly changes, and now you're watching the girl sucking another guy's cock, fresh from her friend's ass. Your eyes go wide as the guy shifts over and pushes his cock into her asshole. She gasps as her tight hole is forced to stretch to accommodate the girth of his cock. The man pushes deeper into her until he's pressed against her plump ass. Not letting her acclimatise to the violation, he begins fucking her, each time her ass ripples with the force of his penetration. Watching the scene, you're desperately close to cumming, but you hold off for as long as you can. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno3 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">This time, only a few pumps bring you to the edge, and you have to force yourself to release your dick so that you're not cut short again. You use another break between changing videos to cool yourself off again. You're torn between your desperation to finally cum and to indulge in the pleasure long enough to satisfy your horniness of the day. The next video, you watch a black cock slamming furiously into a beautiful girl as she tries desperately to keep her composure. Your body burns with desire watching him use her as little more than a cock-sleeve, thrusting into her and pulling her body into him fast and hard. Her eyes roll and as she tries to talk dirty her words come out as unintelligible moans. Though she looks like a total mess, ragged from being used so roughly, you can't deny the adoration in her eyes. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> This time you're only able to grip your dick and periodically squeeze to keep yourself from instantly cumming. You continue to watch video after video, the images and clips spinning around your mind, warping your perception of time, catching you in a loop you seem powerless to break from. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Eventually, you give yourself permission to cum. Your toes curl, and your body tenses as your single biggest orgasm ferociously burns its way through you, leaving you spent and sleep quickly envelopes you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

Hey everyone, thank you for reading my little story! I've take got a new job that doesn't really give me time to write properly. I had hoped to write this game full-time, but it didn't really work out. So, I'm now just writing as a hobby. If the game does happen to take off, I will gear my work to be able to work part-time on both. But until then, I've simply added my paypal link as means of a little pocket money (if you think the game is worth it (●'◡'●) paypal.com/paypalme/Asherolivedtd Once again a massive thank you to my Patreon's who have continued to support me and this little game. And to Dolman2016, to who I think I owe the continuation of this game to. Love you all lots! Ashleigh x

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">The screen suddenly goes black, and you're left awkwardly jacking your dick to nothing. You slow to a stop, the building pressure of your orgasm slowly fading. <div class="box hypno">Words appear on the dark screen: <center><b><span style="color:#DEB2E6">Keep watching and cum</span></b></center></div> <div class="box hypno"><center><b><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></b></center></div> The first scene comes back on, and you mindlessly get back to masturbating. The girl is bent over and being fucked in the ass. She squeals with delight as her slutty hole is filled over and over. You cum. Every muscle in your body seems to simultaneously contract, and your dick feels amazing. The guy lifts one of the girl's legs, and your eye is drawn to a dick between her legs. It's too late for you to stop touching yourself; your climax has already begun. If you were to just stop, you fear that you'd cum anyway. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep going|Hypno3 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop yourself|Deny 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $deny1 to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/6.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip moves onto the second clip, and now the girl is on all fours being fucked from behind. Her face is a picture of pure ecstasy. And, again, your eye is drawn to the dick between her legs. Before you can stop yourself, you've compared the size of your penis to hers. You barely have time to comprehend your disappointment as your orgasm cresses. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">You want this to be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The scene changes again, and you see the same girl with her friend. Only this time, you see that her friend also has a dick. As the first girl sucks on the guy's cock her friend shoves her cock into the girl's ass. You're body jolts, time after time, as your orgasm tears through you. The clip is breathtaking, and you can't help but keep your eyes trained on the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/2b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> As your climax subsides and weariness begins, you watch as the man cums into the eager mouths of the two girls. One of them greedily takes it into her mouth before sharing it with her friend. She kisses her, exchanging the fluid back and forth, letting it drip onto their hot bodies, trickling between their breasts... Over both of their dicks. You close the video.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You just sit. Staring at the black screen, contemplating all that you'd just seen. You couldn't deny how turned on you had been, but you weren't attracted to trans girls, //were you?// Despite the come down of your post-orgasm high, what you had seen had turned you on more that you want to admit. In the strange quiet, you set your laptop to one side, and settle into bed<<if $deny1 is 1>>, your lust not satiated.<<else>>, sleep quickly overcoming you.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You let go. The willpower you have to exert is almost too much for you, but you do so. As you had suspected, it was too late for your body; you'd started to orgasm without your mind's consent. As the pitiful climax plays out, the porn continues. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/6.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip moves onto the second clip, and now the girl is on all fours being fucked from behind. Her face is a picture of pure ecstasy. And, again, your eye is drawn to the dick between her legs. Before you can stop yourself, you've compared the size of your spurting penis to hers. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">You want this to be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The scene changes again, and you see the same girl with her friend. Only this time, you see that her friend also has a dick. As the first girl sucks on the guy's cock her friend shoves her cock into the girl's ass. You shut down the video, and you're left in the deafening silence of your bedroom.</div><<set $deny1 to 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $gymkit is 1>>You wake up earlier than you normally would, to make time to get to the yoga class Coach had signed you up for. It was another beautiful day, though the crisp morning chilled any exposed skin. Thankfully, once you enter the gym, you're greeted with a rush of warm air, allowing you to remove your coat before entering the changing room. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/yoga studio.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're thankful you're not the only guy in the yoga class, though the room is still predominantly women. The men are also wearing skin-tight clothing, though you don't fail to notice how much better they look in them. The class lasts for about an hour, and you follow the best you can despite not being able to perform as well as the other members of the class. On your way up to Noir Institution, you're surprised at how good your body feels. The stretches seemed to have really loosened you up, considering your worry about aching after Coach's workout.<<else>>You wake up a little later than usual, and have to rush to get to work on time. Despite having slept well, you feel a bit sluggish: you shake it off in the shower and hurry up to work. <</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She put on her stethoscope and started listening to your breathing, holding the instrument with her right hand. Her left hand was moving around your chest, tapping it slightly in different places. You start to feel better and now can smell her perfume while the doctor's gentle fingertips give you goosebumps every time they brush against your chest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Suddenly, Tanya's left thumb caressed your nipple<<if $pills is 1>>, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. A slight moan escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to move away.<<else>>, you're taken back by the intimacy, your body tensing slightly as you instinctively try to move away.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Sit still, I am almost done.'</span> Said the doctor sternly, her tone probably exacerbated by the stethoscope in her ears. <<if $femstore isnot 1>><span style="color:#856bd1">'I see you have been to the gym. Keep it up, I can already hear the difference.'</span> She added, in a more relaxed tone while putting away the stethoscope.<<else>>After a moment, she gives a curt nod, before putting the stethoscope away.<</if>></div> Meanwhile, her left hand went back to touching your torso, with her thumb still touching your right nipple, which was getting stiff from the attention. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Did you hurt your head in the last few days?'</span> She asked nonchalantly, her cool hand briefly examining your forehead and then slipping around the back of your neck, drawing you closer.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3a.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'N-no... At least I don't think so.'</span> You respond hesitantly, still distracted by the physical contact.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Hm. Then I will check, just to be sure.' </span> She said, moving even closer. </div> Her right hand started going through your scalp, looking for bruises or swelling. While her left hand kept caressing your right pectoral, her thumb still running small circles around the areola<<if $pills is 1>>, by now extremely sensitive from the stimulation<</if>>.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 4 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> At this point, you could feel her breath on your forehead and in the silence of her office, you could hear your own heartbeat drumming faster. Your eyes are drawn to the doctor's breasts that are now a few inches from your face, unbearably close and yet frustratingly out of reach under her lab coat. Still, being this close was a mesmerizing view, rising and falling with her breathing as she meticulously analysed your scalp. They seemed to jiggle slightly with each of her movements, moving tantalisingly closer to your face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $pills is 1>>Another small moan escapes your lips as you feel more and more aroused. Both your nipples felt on fire as they reacted to every movement from the doctor's expertly light touches.<<else>> The touches around your nipples felt a little odd and slightly distracted from your arousal.<</if>> You were about to say something when the doctor stepped back, freeing you from her light yet alluring embrace. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Your head's all good. No sign of concern.'</span> She looks at you, pauses and her lips curve into an amused smile. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Well, I was about to test your reflexes, but I believe they're fine.'</span></div> You follow her gaze, and you're mortified to see that she's spotted the firmness of your crotch as your dick tries to fill out the small space. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I am so sorry doctor, please, I didn't mean...'</span> You stammered while lowering your gaze, your cheeks burning with shame.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's all right, don't worry, it's an expected physiological reaction.'</span> Said the doctor with a fluttering giggle, immediately making it clear she was not offended or taken aback by his reaction.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Still, I really shouldn't...'</span> You continue, still horrified.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Hush now. I know you British like to say sorry but there really is no need. It's also a sign that the medication I just gave you is already working its magic.'</span> She added while typing a few things on her tablet. As you regain the courage to look up at her once more, she spoke again <span style="color:#856bd1">'And would you look at that, some colour is already coming back to your cheeks!'</span>. She punctuated the slightly mocking words with a radiant smile.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She gave you a nod, allowing you to get dressed and took a few notes while you were getting ready. Thankfully, between the shame and awkwardness, the traitorous erection had quickly subsided.<<if $pills is 1>> Still, the increased sensitivity of your nipples remained for a while, as they were rubbing against your shirt.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'As far as I can tell, the low blood pressure seems the only concern.'</span> She started with the solemn tone of a judge reading the verdict. <span style="color:#856bd1">'It might have been expected with such a journey as you've just done, and the many changes going on in your life. You just moved here, started a new life, a new more balanced diet...'</span> She paused for a moment, then gave you a serious look <span style="color:#856bd1">'It's normal for our body to react to changes in this matter, especially if there is a genetic predisposition, which is very common. The new diet, the morning pills and the gym will show their benefits in time, you must be patient. You did well coming to me today, and please do not hesitate to do that in the future. After all, it's my job to ensure you keep in good health.'</span> She concluded.</div> She had spoken in a relaxed tone, maintaining eye contact to make sure you understood her words. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Anyway, about today, I recommend avoiding physical efforts and a lenghty lunch... Oh, and no alcohol until eight in the evening. I have slightly increased your calorie intake just for today to allow you to recuperate.'</span> Tanya continued with her instructions. At this point, she pauses, as if struggling with a decision. Finally, she spoke again: <span style="color:#856bd1">'I would say take the afternoon off. However, you are already feeling better and you have an office job where you can sit down and, if needed, take a break. So, it's your call: if you want to keep working, you have my permission, otherwise, if you don't feel like it, I'll let you take the afternoon off. I will send an email to Abigail either way, to let her know.'</span></div> On your way out of the medical centre, you consider your options. You definitely felt better; the general weakness you'd felt all morning was a mere discomfort. On one hand, an afternoon off sounded very appealing, a break to recover from the jet lag<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>>, perhaps you could use the time to go and find underwear<</if>>. On the other hand, you had a job to do, not to mention an opportunity to make a good impression.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back to work|Office2 2]]>><<set $afternoonoff to 0>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take a rest day|Rest 1]]>><<set $afternoonoff to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You message Zoey, letting her know Dr Tanya's response and that you're on your way back. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Lunch?' </span>You propose.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I think I'm just going to eat here today. Actually, there's a kiosk on floor 2 of Distribution, mind picking me up a salmon Buddha bowl? I'll put the order in now, you just have to pick it up.'</span></div> Feeling the guilt of Zoey working hard while you had a half day, you were eager to make this small gesture. The kiosk wasn't hard to find, though getting to it late meant a bit of a line had built up, mainly comprising of men in sleek suits.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">After texting Zoey that you're not returning to work, you decide to get some sunlight and fresh air by walking around the campus. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Walking past a park, you see a group of girls playing an intense volleyball game. You watch their ball control as each team passes between themselves before executing an attack. Most of the girls are wearing tight-fitting short shorts, clearly exposing the crease between their butt and thighs, and sports bras, squeezing their breasts out. A pair of girls perform an amazing set and spike, scattering their opponent's defence and bouncing the ball hard off the ground. Their team celebrated, and as the two girls turned, <<if $takeit is 1 or $takeit is 0>>you recognise the Spiker as Annie from the day before, and wonder if you should make yourself known.<<else>>one of the girls is cute, about your height, with red hair, petit features, and freckles lightly speckling her nose.<</if>> The woman next to her is taller, with tanned skin and dark features.<<if $zoeylunch is 1>>It takes a minute for you to recall where you'd seen them before, but it dawns on you that they were the pair you'd seen making out on the bench on the way to Cafe Leo.<</if>> Her athletic build and defined visage look as though she were carved from stone. Her allure seemed to tread the line between alluring and intimidating. She reaches out and spanks <<if $takeit is 1 or $takeit is 0>>Annie<<else>>the redhead<</if>>, her bubble butt rippling from the impact. She yelps and looks up at the dark-haired girl with wide-eyed lust. The dark-haired woman just smirked and got ready for the next point. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You can't help but fantasise about what you'd just seen, imagining the two women tangled together. Their bodies being caressed by the other. They gasp as they lose their minds to pleasure. The brunette lady catches your eye as you stare, her dark eyes looking right into your mind. Feeling embarrassment over your thoughts, you turn to leave, as if she could tell what you were thinking. The look in her eyes, sticks with you. You couldn't tell if she was amused, angry or perhaps she just happened to look in your direction.</div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 0) and $femstore isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you return to the safety of your condo, the sense that you're going to collapse with exhaustion makes you sway and you can't help but think coming back was a bad idea. You fall on your bed, fighting with your body against its urge to fall asleep. To combat the sensation, you decide you need to do something and wearily get up, intending to try out the hot tub. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After grabbing a towel and putting on a far too-baggy pair of swimming shorts, you stumble out into the cold air on your balcony. Setting the temperature of the hot tub, you sit for a few minutes watching the heat display rapidly increase. You tentatively dip yourself in the steaming water, instantly feeling the rejuvenating warmth seep into your body. The city in the distance seems to glow in the warm sunlight, creating a tranquil scene and relaxing your mind. You shift your position and glance over the side so that you can view the balcony on the ground floor of the next building. What you see makes your eyes go wide, and after a moment you have to remind yourself to breathe. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A man is sitting on a deck chair with his dress gown draped open, exposing his naked body. A blonde girl in a French maid's outfit is knelt between his legs, bobbing her head up and down on his crotch. Your mouth goes wet as you watch the passion she puts into sucking the man's cock. He's on his phone, not paying her any attention, idly scrolling and sipping on a hot drink on the table next to him. You can see her stockings carelessly discarded across the deck, and her panties are shifted to one side, exposing a large gemmed buttplug. The red gem sparkles in the sunlight as her perfectly round ass bounces up and down.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The man sets his phone down and gives the girl the notice she craves. He takes her head and controls the rhythm, slowing her down, letting her savour the cock pushing down, pressing against her throat. Slowly he pushes her down, his cock bulging in her throat until her nose is pressed against his abs. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> She looks up at him, her eyes welling up as he looks down at her indifferently. He starts to slowly pump his hips, fucking her throat. Tears streak from her eyes, and he finally lets her up. She gasps for air and grins with a girlish enthusiasm. Not giving her much recovery time, he forces her back down more roughly than before. You hear her gag, as his meat is rammed down her throat again, her eyes opening wide with the shock. With his dick still down her throat, he shifts and begins to thrust his hips, using her pretty mouth as his toy. Each time you see his shaft briefly emerge from her mouth, it shines with saliva. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 3.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> He releases her, and she comes up breathing hard, ignoring the tendril of glistening spitel still connecting her to his cock. She unsteadily stands, having to steady herself on her black stilettos. You watch as she pulls on the plug in her ass. There's a pause as her asshole stretches, trying to let the thick buttplug out. With a pop, it suddenly frees itself, and she shudders with pleasure. Without hesitation, she positions herself over his dick and guides it into her gaping asshole. The man grabs her wrists and uses them to pull her all the way down so that her smooth peach is squashed against his lap. She arches her back, her mouth agape in a silent scream. You can see the blush in her cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes as her mind is lost to the sensation of having her ass properly filled.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your chest feels tight as your arousal makes your breath short, watching the erotic scene below you. The maid starts audibly moaning when she starts bouncing up and down on the guy's lap. The slap of their skin connecting pierced the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> She looks as if she's in blissful paradise, not tiring of her pace ramming the cock up her own ass. The guy smacks her round ass, causing her to squeal with delight. He continues his abuses of her tender butt, and she jolts each time, her unfocused eyes betraying her obvious delight. You watch the two of them, the unyielding scene seeming to go on and on, with an impressive feat of stamina. He takes her by the wrist again, using them to pull her deeper onto his cock. He groans, and his body tenses and releases over and over as he cums deep inside her tight asshole. She stands and instantly falls onto her hands and knees, trembling with an orgasm of her own. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> He casually picks up the plug and forcefully rams it back into its rightful place. You hear her squeal once more, barely having time to recover from his cock being in her. The man leans back into his chair expectantly, and the girl instantly responds by crawling to him, taking his cock in her mouth, and cleaning him with renewed vigour. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 5.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She licks the length of his cock with her tongue eagerly outstretched, removing any traces of cum. Gently, she takes his tip in her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around, making sure to polish off any last drips. Silently she stands, picking up her stockings, sexily bending at the waist, displaying the sparkling buttplug high in the air. The guy simply returned to his phone, taking another sip of his drink, unphased by the ordeal. Grabbing your towel, you hastily scurry upstairs to relieve yourself. You strip off your shorts and jump onto your bed, opening your laptop. You spend a minute figuring out what kind of porn you want to watch, the scene you'd just witnessed repeating in your mind.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Anal porn|Rest 6b]]>>/<<set $rest5 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Maid porn|Rest 6]]>>/<<set $rest5 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You load up any porn with a French maid. You watch as a brunette in a maid outfit fingers herself on a kitchen counter with eager speed. Your mind flashes back to the scene you just witnessed and you're unable to wait for any story to build, instead skipping forward as she tastes a mans cock, her eyes lighting up with joy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 6a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You reach to your dick as she moans and you can't help but mirror her, releasing a moan of your own as sensation rushes through you. The maid greedily sucks on the mans cock as you begin to stroke yourself, quick and rough. His cock throbs veins bulging while she bobs her head, saliva running from her chin. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 7a 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alexa.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Allo?' </span>She asks after a moment of your silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, hi! My name is $name!'</span> You introduce yourself lamely. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't mind you cleaning now if you want.'</span></div> <div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Perfecté!'</span> She beams cutely.<span style="color:#f05682"> 'I will stay out of your way, okay?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure...'</span> You say, having to force yourself not to stare. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Would... You like some help?'</span></div> <div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Non, thank you. You need to only relax!'</span> She giggles, beginning her job.</div> You awkwardly sit on the sofa, pretending to watch TV, painfully aware of the girl who you'd just watched being fucked out of her mind. She spends the next hour provoking your erotic subconscious. Reaching up so the hem of her dress lifts tantalisingly, allowing you glimpses of more of her. Bending over, folding at the hips revealing her curvaceous thighs, panties, and you know, a thick buttplug as well. To your credit, you avoid staring the entire time, though she seems to test the limits of your restraint. Fortunately, she doesn't notice or even care that your perverted eyes are scanning her body. <div class="box alexa">She returns from cleaning your room and the bathroom before dismissing herself. <span style="color:#f05682">'Au revoir, $name. You have lots of fun, okay? Until we meet again.'</span> She says as she shuts the door behind herself.</div> You sit in stunned silence, the drone of the TV seeming distant as you try to process what had just happened. Unsteadily, you get to your feet.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You skip up the stairs, and in horror, you see your laptop left open on your bedside table next to a pristine bed. Aléx didn't just see it; she moved it, giving her a clear view of the screen still playing porn, the scene just finishing with the guy cumming. Had she paused it for you and started it again before she left? <<if $rest5 is 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 11b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div><<else>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 11a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div><</if>> Get closer, you see, next to your laptop is a <<if $rest5 is 0>>thick buttplug you recognise as the same one you'd seen shoved inside Aléx. It's still wet and you notice a prominent red lipstick kiss on the tip, the same shade Aléx had been wearing. With your fingernail you nudge the sex toy into your bedside table draw, closing it as if it being out of sight would erase its existence.<<else>>white buisness card with the name "Aléxa Laurent - Cleaning Services" in gold. Next to the name is a handwritten note: "Join me next time? x" with a prominent red lipstick kiss beside it. Your mind reeles as you look at the note, coming to the conclusion that she must have spotted you, or guessed, you had seen her on the balcony. You sweep the card into your bedside table draw, closing it as if it would remove the humiliation you feel at being caught peeping.<</if>> You're not sure what to think; whether to be mortified or try to put the incident out of your mind. A text startles you out of your daze, it's from Zoey: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name! Hey! I meant to tell you earlier. There's a party on Friday. I was just wondering if you wanted to go together? It should be fun. Xxx'</span></div> You instantly respond, gracious for the distraction: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love to! Thanks for the invite!'</span></div> You debate about whether you should have put a kiss at the end of your message. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yay! Why don't you come to my place at like 5? We'll have a few drink, get ready and walk there together? Xxx'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That works for me! What do you mean get ready?'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666"> 'Amazingggg ;) xx' After a few seconds, you get another message. 'You'll see, it's way more fun if we get ready together! Xxx'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sounds like I got the job you were meant to have. I hope it's not an issue.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'Omg not at all! I like it where I am! It's fun, and the guys are really accepting, so yeah!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Really? I met two guys from Distribution on my first day and they were kinda...'</span> You trail off, hoping Oli will fill in your meaning, but he just smiles expectantly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'... Something.'</span></div> <div class="box oli">Oli laughs cutely. <span style="color:#bcafee">'They really are "something"! I think you just need to get to know them, I was so nervous on my first day, but they weren't as scary as they looked. How are you liking Research?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You think back to the work you've done so far. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I'm in the office so I haven't met too many people, but Zoey is lovely and my work is... Kinda... Interesting. I'm just excited to be here.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'Omg me too!'</span> Oli bursts out. <span style="color:#bcafee">'Being here is like a dream! Finally somewhere that I seem to thrive!... You're up.'</span> He nods towards the lady behind the counter.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thanks.'</span></div> You collect a hefty bag from the lady before waiting for Oli to complete his order.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Help 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'If you want, you can join me for lunch, I can introduce you to the guys! They'll be nice, I promise.'</span> He laughs.</div> <div class="box you">You consider his offer for a moment before remembering Zoey's lunch in the bag.<span style="color:#afeeee"> 'Not today. I have to deliver Zoey's lunch.'</span> You hold up the bag as if to prove yourself.</div> <div class="box oli">Oli laughs again, holding up his own larger bag. <span style="color:#bcafee">'Seems like they've got us fetching food as the newbies! How about we meet up sometime this week? My dad said there was so much to do here and I really want to explore it all!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love that! Em...'</span> You get out your phone to check your availability. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How does... Tomorrow... Wait, no, the day after tomorrow, after work sound?'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'It's a date!'</span> He grins as he puts it into his phone. <span style="color:#bcafee">'I'll see you around, $name.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, see ya!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Watching the maid getting fucked so thoroughly in her ass, the pleasure she derived; you desperately crave more of her depravity. The scene of her bouncing herself deep onto the mans cock is seared into your mind as you feverishly open up your browser to placate your desire. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 6b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You load up any porn featuring anal, and a scene with a two girls approaching a man on the couch begins. Reaching your hand to grip your erect dick, you watch and admire the curves of the two women before skipping ahead unable to contain yourself much longer. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 7b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> One of the girls is gleafully sucking on the mans cock while the other makes out with him, and your head is instantly filled with the sound of moans and slurps. Your heart quickens in your chest.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As your day comes to a close, you notice how little work you've managed to complete. After all that you've experienced, your mind is in a tangle. //What had you got yourself into this couldn't be normal.// Though you'd never been in a corporate job, perhaps this is normal and wasn't talked about in everyday life. It made sense for people to need to blow off steam, and however they chose to do so wasn't for you. Zoey left a little early and let you know you're free to leave at any time. So, you choose to follow shortly after. On your way home, you stopped at the cafeteria and quickly finished your meal, the entire day feeling like a blur. At home, you collapse on your couch and turn on the TV, hoping to distract yourself from the day's events. Dr Reyamov sensually touching you, the meeting with Oli, and your incredibly intimate talk with Dr Jamerson. A text startles you out of your daze, it's from Zoey. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name! Hey! I meant to tell you earlier. There's a party on Friday. I was just wondering if you wanted to go together? It should be fun. Xxx'</span></div> You instantly respond, gracious for the distraction. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love to! Thanks for the invite!'</span></div> You debate about whether you should have put a kiss at the end of your message. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yay! Why don't you come to my place at like 5? We'll have a few drinks, get ready and walk there together? Xxx'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That works for me! What do you mean get ready?'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666"> 'Amazingggg ;) xx' After a few seconds, you get another message. 'You'll see, it's way more fun if we get ready together! Xxx'</span></div> </div> As your mind reels with the thoughts, you find yourself jolted awake. You must have dozed off, the fading evening light has faded, and the TV shows some action scene that must have been what had woken you. Groggily, you make your way to bed, stripping off your clothes before falling, once again, into a deep slumber.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It doesn't take you long to come up to the point where you feel like cumming, and yet you want the sensation to continue. Overcome by horniness, you don't want the experience to end. The door opening downstairs makes you freeze. You're on the edge of orgasm and can't believe you have to think of anything else. Staying quiet, you intently listen out, hoping that you're just being paranoid. The distinct clicking sound of footsteps emanates from downstairs. Throwing your laptop to one side. You put on a dressing gown, trying to muster some courage to investigate. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/alexa.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box alexa">The maid is standing inside your living room, a cloth and squeezy bottle in her hand. <span style="color:#f05682">'Oh!... Bonjour!' </span>She says, her voice girlish and melodic. <span style="color:#f05682">'Desolé! My name is Aléx. I am the cleaner for this section of residents.'</span> She introduces herself, her French accent evident on certain words. <span style="color:#f05682">'Excuse me, I thought you were out at your job today. I can come back later if you need to be alone?'</span></div> Your arousal is making you feel dizzy as you imagine the buttplug that you suspect is still inside her, holding in the man's thick load.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Two days before the party, you already have a sense of excitement that keeps on building. On your way to the office, you get an email from Ms Winters. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/key/text.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Dear $name, I apologize for being away from the office for your first week. I have been meaning to catch up with you, to check how you are settling in. I'd rather we didn't conduct this meeting in the office, instead we could take it to Umu. It is a Japanese restaurant on the top floor of the Rail building. It will be a wonderful excuse to experience the luxury available here on Delmarva's campus. I will be carrying out a performance review, but there is no need to worry, it is merely to help you adapt to the expected standards. You will also be given the chance to ask any questions you may have. We have a private room reserved for 7:30 p.m., please do not be late. Sincerely, Abigail Winters'</span></div> You're instantly filled with a feeling of apprehension, not knowing what to expect from such a meeting.</div> <<if $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite M1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite Z1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">At lunch, you bring it up with Mia. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘No fucking way! I’ve only heard people talk about Umu! And, I thought I was lucky that Dr Jamerson did my settling interview.’ </span>She pouts with jealousy.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘So, everyone gets a meeting? How was it?’ </span>You ask.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Everyone gets one. Mine... was interesting… I was totally different back then- a lot more reserved and stuff. Dr Jamerson really brought me out of my shell!’</span> She smiles wryly, remembering something.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yeah, that’s something I’ve heard before. They keep saying that they are going to help me unlock my potential, whatever that means?’</span> You sigh.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘For me. I grew up in a very religious family, my parents were very strict and I was soooooo repressed… I think a thing that I learnt was how to express myself sexually. Growing up sex was such a //sinful// thing!’</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘I discovered I actually love sex, like fucking love it! And it helps that I’m good at it! I was able to explore every part of myself… and not just sexually! and it all started with Dr Jamerson.’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Oh? and what do you enjoy?’</span> You ask teasingly, not expecting her to answer.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Black cock.’</span> She answers so quickly that your breath catches in your chest before she continues. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘Multiple cocks, being bound, being spanked and I kinda like being degraded.. in the bedroom at least… I guess I like trying things and I’ve found I like most of them.’</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/abi invite m1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> When she concludes you’re not sure how to respond, your mind is reeling from everything she just revealed. Mia had just told you all about her kinks and you can’t stop yourself from imagining it all. You’re not sure where that leaves you. Do you even like Mia like that? From what you’ve seen black cocks are... sizeable... and you sure don’t measure up to any of them. Even if you don’t like Mia, you feel like you’ve been rejected before you’ve even had the chance to decide… <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘$name?’</span> Mia's soft voice breaks through the thoughts clouding your mind as she gently touches your arm. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘I didn’t scare you did I? Was that too much information?’</span> She looks ashamed of herself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘No, no!... It was fine. I guess I just didn’t expect it…’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Didn’t expect what?’</span> Her voice shifts with a hint of coldness.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [['That you're so sexually... active?'|Abi Invite M2b]]>>/<<set $judgemia to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [['Way too much detail?'|Abi Invite M2a]]>>/<<set $judgemia to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">At lunch, you bring it up with Zoey. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Are you kidding?!'</span> She bursts. <span style="color:#e50666">'You get to go to Umu?! I only got to go to AMAZÓNICO! Don't get me wrong, it's amazing in there and we should definitely go some time, but I can't even afford to go to Umu! You have to tell me all about it!'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're a little taken aback, by her response. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That's not quite what I was talking about it. I meant, the meeting with Ms Winters. I'm so nervous, and I keep thinking about anything I've done wrong!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey">She laughed. <span style="color:#e50666">'That's really nothing to worry about. It's just an initial check up, it's way more about how you're settling in than about scrutinising you. Plus from what I've seen, you're been doing great so far.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You smile, taking in Zoey's compliment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, Zoey. I guess I needed to hear that.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Next time, don't get yourself into such a state until you've talked to me. I'll tell you when there's need to worry!'</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#e50666">'Oh! It's still a business meeting, so dress for the occasion!'</span></div> You finish work a bit earlier than usual so you have time to go home and change. As you walk back, there is tension in every step you take, and you cannot help but feel dread. The encounter with Jamerson was... uncomfortable and, given how cold Ms Winters was during the interview, you can expect a similar level of intensity. You feel your social anxiety kicking in and, as you enter your apartment, you take a deep breath, push it to the back of your mind, and focus. //You have no time to panic//, you tell yourself,// but you still have time to make a better impression//. You recall Zoey's advice to dress for the occasion and you rush to the bathroom to have a quick shower while you think about what to wear. As the water washes over you, a sense of calm fills your mind as your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and you go through the motions of preparing as best you can.</div> <<if $clothes is 1 or $clothes is 2>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Dinner Prep 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your dinner with Ms Winters feels as though it comes around far too quickly and yet you agonise over every minute before it. After dealing with the clothes and tidying up the best you can, you make your way to the Rail building, one of 9 high-rise buildings on campus. Entering it, Umu is clearly labelled as being on the top floor. The lift ride up feels excruciating, the monitor indicating the current floor ascends at a painfully slow pace. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/umu.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A soft ding opens the doors to an extravagantly decorated lobby of the restaurant. Royal reds and obsidian blacks are highlighted with tasteful gold accents. A beautiful Asian-looking hostess approaches you, not smiling, though not unkind looking either. Her bright red lipstick and black dress seem to make her as much a part of the decor as anything else. <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'May I help you?'</span> She asks, her voice direct and yet soothing.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name, I'm here to see Ms Winters.' </span>You respond.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Yes of course. Ms Winters is currently having a drink on the balcony. Would you like to join her?'</span> She answers quickly, her tone flowing like a stream.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... Please.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width:100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<set $abmeet to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $clothes is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'I have to say I really like your clothes. <<if $winter is 1>> I already said that when we met a few days ago but now that I am seeing the most elegant ones I am kind of impressed. <<else>> Zoey told me that you were dressed appropriately but this is very good, I am kind of impressed. <</if>> I have to say this seems so... different... from what you wore during our interview. What made you decide to go for something this elegant?' <span> Her eyes are fixed on your suit as she talks but at the end, as she asks, she looks up and meets your eyes. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well' <span>You stammer, thinking of a possible answer</span> 'It was a gift, actually, from my best friend. <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> His girlfriend knew this stylist in London, Alana, and, as a favour, she agreed to do these suits. <<else>> He... set me up with this stylist in London named Alana. <</if>> She was very helpful and encouraged me to wear them as they would fit me the best.' <span>You conclude, remembering her words.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Well, I am glad you heeded her advice. Though...' <span>She pauses for a moment as she looks at you.</span> 'These are not masculine clothes, at least not in a traditional sense. Would you say you are comfortable wearing them?' <</abigail>> You open your eyes in surprise at the question, then take a deep breath as you think of the best answer. <br> <br> <<elseif $clothes is 0>> <<abigail>> 'I have to say, after what Jamerson told me I was expecting a different outfit on you. This really suits you, did you get it from the store on campus?' <span>Abigail asks as she looks at you.</span> <</abigail>> You immediately light up, the joyful vindication more than making up for the lurking discomfort. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Yes, well, I...' <span> You stammer, briefly at a loss for words. You take a deep breath, take a sip of your drink to centre yourself, and then continue. </span> 'After everything that happened with Jamerson, I... I wanted to show that I'm committed... and that I don't have an issue with clothing.' <span>You finally manage to conclude.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail gives you a comforting and understanding smile.</span> 'This is indeed appreciated and a nice surprise. I know that Jamerson and Nicki can be... intense.' <span> She pauses to emphasize the point.</span> 'You stood firm against both, which is... Well, a bold move.' <span>Again she smiles, reassuring you.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $willpower gte 4>> You catch a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She seems to like that someone stood up to Jamerson. <br> <br> <</if>> <<abigail>> 'But let me get back to the issue that prompted this... confrontation. These are not... masculine clothes, not in a traditional sense at least. Would you say you are comfortable wearing them?' <</abigail>> You open your eyes in surprise at the question, then take a deep breath as you think of the best answer. <br> <br> <<else>> <<abigail>> 'I see your new suits have arrived. This is serviceable, and should definitely satisfy Jamerson. Nicki is not particularly... inspired when it comes to fashion but this is enough for the time being, for me as well' <span> She says with a reassuring smile.</span> 'I imagine you are not used to this. <<if $winter is 1>> When we met the suit you wore was more expensive and yet did not seem to fit you very well. <<else>> Zoey told me you wore an expensive suit to work, and yet it did not seem to fit you very well. <</if>> I assume this is what got Jamerson's attention, correct?' <</abigail>> You nod. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I wonder. You were not wearing that suit during our interview, is there a story behind this change?' <span> She raises her gaze as she asks the question to look you in the eyes. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'W-well' <span>You stammer as you try to think.</span> 'The suit was a gift from my best friend. <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> His girlfriend knew this stylist in London, Alana, and, as a favour, she agreed to get me a suit. <<else>> He... set me up with this stylist in London named Alana. <</if>> It did not fit very well because she did not have time to make one.' <span>You conclude, recalling the awkward meeting with Alana.</span> <</you>> You finish off your drink and barely have enough time to place it down before the glass is taken away and relaced by another. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'Ah, I see. It's odd for a stylist, especially given London's reputation for high fashion, to settle for an ill-fitting suit. Did this Alana comment on it?' <span>Abigail asks with a curious smile.</span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $clothes is 0 or $clothes is 1>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it's a bit strange but you don't mind|Abi assessment 1a]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her what she wants to hear|Abi assessment 1b]]>><<set $ablie to 1>><</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Turn it around and ask her if she really thinks you look good in them|Abi assessment 1c]]>><<set $abistat to $abistat+2>><</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her the whole story|Abi assessment 1a]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her Alana did not comment on it|Abi assessment 1b]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why clothes are so important for the job|Abi assessment 1c]]>>/<<set $abistat to $abistat+1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>> You think about it for a moment, while you look at your suit. There is still something in the back of your mind that finds it odd, but you got used to wearing it these past few days. You have to admit that Alana was right: not only everyone agrees that it looks good on you but it is also quite comfortable. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It does feel odd.'</span> You start, unsure <span style="color:#afeeee">'But it's also not as bad as I expected. I got used to wearing these suits in the past few days and... I can wear them, no issue.'</span> You state, resolutely. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail smiles back at you at your words<span style="color:#ac2676">'I think it's good for you to explore new things, and the fact that they fit you so well is a bonus.'</span> she laughs as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'To be honest, I don't really get the strict dichotomy between men's and women's clothing. I mean, it makes sense to have gender distinctions like this, but in our society it becomes something of an obsession to fit every single item of clothing into one of these two categories, and I don't think it's needed, frankly. If you're comfortable and you look good, I don't see why a label should get in the way of that.'</span> She speaks plainly and clearly, but there is a note of sincerity in her voice, you really don't doubt that she really means it. </div> <div class="box afeeee"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, Alana, the stylist, seemed to think the same.'</span> You say, remembering her words <span style="color:#afeeee">'She also insisted that I get a new haircut.'</span> You add after a small hesitation. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'She has good taste, and your haircut is very good too.'</span> Abigail replies. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, to new experiences'</span> she says, raising her glass with an elegant gesture.</div> <<else>> You hesitate for a moment but ultimately decide that there is no point in hiding anything, especially because in the end you are still wearing more feminine clothing. So you tell her the story, of how Alana gave you a more feminine suit, that you felt uncomfortable in it and went against her wishes, insisting on a more traditional suit. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'She was not happy about it, but in the end she added a few things and helped me anyway. I... kind of feel bad about the whole thing, essentially it was all for nothing.'</span> You conclude, unable to hide a tinge of shame in your voice.</div> Abigail listened to your story, her attention focused on you, occasionally nodding and sipping her drink. <div class="box abigail">Finally, she replies. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I... I don't think you have to feel shame for this, she put you on the spot and you were not ready. I am not sure if anyone is to blame for this, especially given the limited time frame she was given.'</span> She starts with a comforting smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's natural to have these doubts. Personally, I think our society focuses too much on gendered clothing. Do not get me wrong, it's good to have distinctions, but at the same time there is no need to label every single item to make them fit into one of these two categories. I mean, these clothes fit you nicely. And, correct me if I'm wrong, you do not seem particularly uncomfortable right now.'</span> There is a note of sincerity in her voice, you have no doubt she means every word. </div> <div class="box you">You give a brief look at your new clothes before replying. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It does feel odd.'</span> You say, weighing every word. <span style="color:#afeeee">'But no, I don't think I'm uncomfortable... At least not here... And... I think I can wear these to work'</span> You add with a weak smile. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That's all good.'</span> Abigail says, satisfied at the quick resolution. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I understand this is not easy, and I applaud your commitment. Ultimately, you should see this not as an obligation but as an opportunity to try new things. And, for the record, you do look good.'</span> She adds with a playful smile. You smile back and take a sip while thinking about her words.</div><</if>></div> <<if $refuse is 1 or $measuring5 is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>><div class="box you">You think about the best answer and decide to try to avoid further embarrassment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, I can see that everyone at the Institute dresses very well: Zoey, Nicki, Mia... and of course you always look amazing.'</span> You add smiling at Abigail. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, it's nice to feel appreciated, and for the record, you look good too, especially in these high-fashion clothes.'</span> She replies returning the compliment with a radiant smile.</div> <div class="box you">You quickly take advantage of the turn in the conversation to shift away from the original question. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If I may ask, why are the aesthetics so important here? It's not an issue for me, but I do find it unusual.'</span> You add with genuine curiosity. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks at you for a moment and you see a smile forming as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That... is a good question. I cannot tell you everything, not yet at least, but I'll do my best to answer. Mostly it has to do with presenting our best selves to the world. Our society tends to obsess over gendered clothing, neatly separating masculine from feminine. Human bodies in their infinite variety do not always fit in these boxes. So, we feel it's important to be flexible on these matters.'</span> She goes quiet as she sips her drink. </div> <div class="box abigail">You think about her answer, and you realise that, while she has not told you anything, she really meant what she said, at least her voice carried conviction. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I will try to.'</span> You say with resolve, hoping to sound convincing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'To new experiences and good clothes!'</span> you raise your glass to strengthen your words. She does the same and contently smiles back at you from across the table as you both drink. </div> <<else>><div class="box you">You think about your answer for a moment and decide to try to shift the conversation away from that embarrassing encounter, especially given that, ultimately, you had to change clothes anyway. <span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, this... I-I mean...'</span> You struggle to get your thoughts out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I see that the dress code seems very important here at Delvarma.'</span> You finally manage to form a coherent sentence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean, Mia, Zoey, Nicki, everyone looks good and you always look amazing.'</span> You add smiling at Abigail. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, it's nice of you to say. And for the record you do look good as well, and your clothes really bring out your features.'</span> She replies regaling you with a radiant smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, it's not technically Delvarma but Noir Institution specifically that has these policies.'</span> She specifies, then takes a sip from her glass. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'But why is that? I mean, it's not a problem, I can deal with... different clothing, but I have been wondering why are aestethics so important.'</span> You ask, trying to move the conversation in a different direction. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks at you for a moment and you see a smile forming as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That... is a good question. I cannot tell you everything, not yet at least, but I'll do my best to answer. Mostly it has to do with presenting our best selves to the world. Our society tends to obsess over gendered clothing, neatly separating masculine from feminine. Human bodies in their infinite variety do not always fit in these boxes. So, we feel it's important to be flexible on these matters.'</span> She goes quiet as she sips her drink. </div> <div class="box abigail">You think about her answer, and you realise that, while she has not told you anything, she really meant what she said, at least her voice carried conviction. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I will try to.'</span> You say with resolve, hoping to sound convincing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'To new experiences and good clothes!'</span> you raise your glass to strengthen your words. She does the same and contently smiles back at you from across the table as you both drink.</div><</if>></div> <<if $refuse is 1 or $measuring5 is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'Well, it's complicated.' <span>You start, uncertain how much you want to tell her.</span> 'Adrian has a girlfriend, Sophie. He had her for a while, and the three of us lived together in that apartment in London.' <</you>> <<if $telladrian is 0 and $chastity isnot 1>> <<you>> <span>You take a small sip from your drink and continue.</span> 'Sophie... Well, she doesn't like me. Which caused many issues in the house... with Adrian in the middle. That is also why I was looking for a different job. <<if $peek is 1>> After our interview, things... escalated between me and her, but I paid it no mind because I was getting ready to leave.' <<elseif $admit is 0>> After our interview, she accused me out of nowhere and things got... tense. I did not deal with it because I was getting ready to leave.' <<else>> Immediately after our interview, she accused me of... spying on her, even though I did not do it. I think she understood that, but... well, things got tense. I think we were both relieved I decided to leave.' <</if>> <</you>> <<you>> <span> You speak with some difficulty, unsure of how much you are actually to blame for the situation getting as uncomfortable as it did. </span> 'However the main point came later, specifically the day before I left.' <span>You continue after a small pause.</span> 'I... caught her cheating on Adrian with one of the movers.' <span>Again you pause, this time to emphasise the point.</span> 'I... wanted to punish her but when I confronted her about it she looked... puzzled, as it was a normal thing for them.' <span>Again you stop, recalling the strange encounter.</span> 'So, ultimately I decided not to meddle in their business. Adrian looked so happy with her, and... well, I finally was out of their way.' <span> You conclude, lowering your head. Abigail does not reply immediately, and for a few seconds, a thoughtful silence fills the room. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I see, thank you for telling me this, it's... quite the story. For the record, I think you did the right thing by not meddling in their relationship, especially with you about to leave and with things being already tense beforehand.' <span>She gives you an understanding smile.</span> 'I understand you want to keep in touch with your friend... and Sophie. I'll see to it that you get access as soon as possible, just don't go into specifics on Noir Institution and Delvarma, all right?' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you so much' <span>You say, relieved.</span> 'They were a big part of my life, and, aside from these specific circumstances, I already miss him... them' <span>You correct yourself.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Don't worry about it. However, I do have a question. It sounds like Sophie does not think much of you, which is a shame.' <span> She gives you a playful smile</span> 'Let me ask you something: given the choice, would you keep in contact with her, or just with Adrian?' <</abigail>> <<else>> <<you>> 'Sophie... well, I thought she did not like me. Whatever her reasons, this caused much tension around the house. With Adrian usually in the middle. This is also why, among other things, I was looking for another job. <<if $peek is 1>> After our interview, things... escalated between me and her, but I paid it no mind because I was getting ready to leave.' <<elseif $admit is 0>> After our interview, she accused me out of nowhere and things got... tense. I did not deal with it because I was getting ready to leave.' <<else>> Immediately after our interview, she accused me of... spying on her, even though I did not do it. I think she understood that, but... well, things got tense. I think we were both relieved I decided to leave.' <</if>> <span> You speak with some difficulty, unsure of how much you are actually to blame for the situation getting as uncomfortable as it did. </span> 'However the main point came later, specifically the day before I left.' <span>You pause, unsure how to continue and decide to come clean.</span> 'I just came home from the stylist when I heard... some weird noises. I checked and saw her having sex with one of the movers.' <span>You pause to take a sip from your drink.</span> <</you>> <<you>> <span> You briefly glance at Abigail: she sits quietly, waiting for you to continue. However, you can't help but notice her eyes brimming with curiosity. </span> 'Afterwards she... confronted me... rather forcefully about... well, watching her and I replied by accusing her of cheating on Adrian.' <span>Again you pause, taking a big breath as you continue.</span> 'She... she was surprised by the accusation... which in turn surprised me. She made me... do chores afterwards.' <span> You add, sensibly skipping the bit where she locked up your penis. </span> 'The morning after, as I was about to leave, she did not seem that... angry anymore.' <span>You conclude.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail smiles at you.</span> 'Thank you for telling me the story, it is quite the tale. I understand why you would want to keep in touch with your friend... and with Sophie?' <span> She asks. Before you have time to answer, she keeps going: </span> 'Whatever, I will see that you are granted access as soon as possible, just avoid specifics about Noir Institution or Delvarma.' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you so much! As much tension as there was, these people were a big part of my life.' <span>You say with palpable relief.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You're welcome, I am happy to help you with this' <span>Replies Abigail.</span> 'I do sense, however, that there is more to this story.' <span> Your eyes widen at her words, and you curse yourself for instantly confirming her intuition. There is a short, bright laugh at your predictable reaction. </span> 'As I thought. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, there is no pressure. But... should you wish to, I would like to hear it.' <span> She puts her hands up to stress the point that, while she's definitely curious, she does not need to know. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $telladrian is 0 and $chastity isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[I would keep in contact|Abi assessment 2b1]]>> <</button>> @@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[No, I would just call Adrian|Abi assessment 2b2]]>> <<set $abigailadrian to 1>> <</button>> @@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Might as well tell her|Abi assessment 2b1]]>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<set $abistat to $abistat+2>> <<set $chastityknow to 1>> <</button>> @@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Thank her again but say you would prefer not to|Abi assessment 2b2]]>> <</button>> @@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Ms Winters has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $telladrian is 0 and $chastity isnot 1>><div class="box you">You think about her question for a moment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, obviously I would prefer to talk to Adrian. I would not exclude her though. Yes, there were tensions, and I'm not sure she... likes me... But still, she has not done anything to me that would warrant cutting her out completely.'</span> You explain, trying to sort out your complicated feelings for Sophie. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Honestly, now that we are out of each other's way, talking to her would be easier.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'As I thought, it's nice to hear that, despite everything, you seem to care for both. Would you like to have a relationship like the one Adrian has?'</span> Abigail asks casually. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well... I don't think I would like the... cheating part.'</span> You reply. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I see. Interesting.'</span> Says Abigail with an amused smile.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'All right.'</span> You say begrudgingly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just that... It's very personal... and...'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail stops you with a gesture. <span style="color:#ac2676">'As I said, I'm just curious. I promise I won't judge you and that what you are about to say will stay with me.'</span> Reassured by her words, you take a sip before diving in. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just that... I did something bad. I did not just see her... having sex, I... kept watching. For a while.'</span> The words struggle to come out, as you recount your moment of weakness. </div> Abigail is looking at you attentively and does not say anything, but you can briefly notice the corner of her mouth curving into a fleeting smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'She already accused me of doing so in the past, <<if $interview is 2>>and I've never peeked on her before. <<elseif $admit is 0 or 1>>and I briefly saw her with Adrian but did not... stay to watch...<<else>>and... well, I already did it once before when she was with Adrian...<</if>> This time though I... had no excuse. So, when she confronted me she was furious. She told me she... needed to teach me a lesson.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh?'</span> Abigail says, and immediately adds <span style="color:#ac2676">'Sorry, please continue.'</span></div> <div class="box you">Again, you notice she looks quite fascinated with your tale. <span style="color:#afeeee">'So she took out a plastic... cage for... a penis...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, she put you in a chastity cage? Sorry, sorry I keep interrupting.'</span> Abigail speaks quickly and apologizes just as fast. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, basically yes. She said for one night only.</span> As you talk you realise it was odd for Sophie to have such a specific device at the ready. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was not... enthusiastic... at the idea but... I know what I did was wrong and... well it was just one night, the... punishment seemed... fitting.'</span> You start looking around the room, desperate for a corner or a hole to bury yourself in shame, but Abigail comes to your rescue. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'This is a much more interesting story than I thought, thank you again for telling me. I have to say, for someone who did not think much of you, she chose quite the intimate... punishment.'</span> She speaks with a kind, gentle tone, but her eyes are still eager to hear more. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It-it was.'</span> You say, recalling the rather intense sensation of her hands putting the device on you. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Anyway, I did not tell on her and she did not mention anything to Adrian, so... I did a few chores for her, had a good evening and said my goodbyes to both. The morning after I put the key in the... tiny lock and it did not open.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">You take a sip, when Abigail interrupts you again. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, she gave you the key?'</span> She asks for clarification. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, she put it in an envelope, but when I tried it the morning after it I realized it was not the right key. I... panicked, ran downstairs and found her waiting. She... It was weird... She seemed surprised I had just found out about it and... gave me the key without question... and was... almost nice? She then said goodbye and told me to keep in touch.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'So...'</span> Abigail starts talking while still putting together the story in her head. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You had the cage on all night but only tried to unlock it in the morning?'</span> </div> <div class="box you">You nod. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, that was the agreement with Sophie.'</span> You explain, still unsure about that strange morning. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail seems to understand something. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, I think she was not expecting to keep your word. She pulled the switch with the key, which is kind of devious and was surprised it was not needed. By the way, I think you made the right call in accepting the punishment. Yes, you should not have peeped on her, but in the end it worked out, so she will probably forgive you in the future.'</span>. She pauses for a moment, looking you in the eyes with an unusually intense gaze <span style="color:#ac2676">'Your story shows... a strong level of... commitment, yes, let's put it like that. I am impressed.'</span> She says, maintaining that intense look. Is she flirting? You think as you smile back and thank her once more.</div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> A waiter comes in with a wonderful-looking sushi plate, each roll expertly crafted, each piece of fish glistening. <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail takes a few notes on her pad.</span> 'Let's eat.’ <span> She says while pouring a generous serving of soy sauce into a side bowl. </span> <</abigail>> <<if $mia is 1>> <<abigail>> 'I think I spotted you from afar on your first day. You were hanging out with Mia, if I'm not mistaken. Do the two of you get along?' <span>She asks casually.</span> <</abigail>> Your mind goes to that foggy, jet-lagged afternoon and that strange interaction. You are thinking about your answer when you put a piece of sushi in your mouth and are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. <br> <br> <<you>> 'This is absolutely delicious!' <span> You say as it melts in your mouth. Abigail smiles as you continue. </span> 'When I arrived she was very welcoming, and... well I did not want to go to sleep because of the jet lag. So, when I saw her I thought we could hang out' <span> You say with manifest incredulity as you savour the lingering flavour. </span> 'So, we hung out until I had to go to the doctor. Did you need me for something?' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, no, I was looking for Mia, actually, but it worked out without her.' <span>She pauses, pondering something.</span> 'I am curious, and since we are getting to know one another... What is your impression of Mia?' <span> She carefully enunciates every word of the question, and you get the sense that there is more behind the question. </span> <</abigail>> You take another bite of another sushi, the fish on top looking like a gem gleaming with shine and vibrant colour. You let out a sigh as the subtle tastes take you on a journey of flavour. <br> <br> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'So, when we met on the first day, what were you up to?' <span>She asks casually.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well, I-I was trying to fight the urge to go to sleep, because of the jet lag, you know? So I went out and <<if $tell is 1>> saw Mia<<else>> went for a walk<</if>>, I wanted to kill some time before the doctor's appointment and then I... we met.' <span> You stumble through the answer. Putting a piece of sushi in your mouth, you are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. </span> 'This. Is. Delicious!' <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail smiles.</span> 'Thank you for lending your help with Lester'. <span> She says while dipping a piece of sashimi in the sauce and putting it between her full lips with an elegant movement of the chopsticks. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'It’s no problem. I felt I did not do much.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Don't sell yourself short. Lester sometimes sees me as the villain, so... I decided to play the part and got some eye candy to appeal to him.' <span> You cough in surprise as you take a sip of drink but her joking smile puts you at ease. </span> 'What did you think about him?' <span> She speaks casually, but you catch a glint in her eyes. You get the feeling that she has a special interest in your opinion of Lester. </span> <</abigail>> <<else>> <<abigail>> 'So, I was actually here when you flew in, on your first day. I walked around but I did not see you. I assumed you went to sleep and then to your appointment with Tanya?' <span>She speaks casually.</span> <</abigail>> You recall that hectic day and your hopeless battle with the washing machine. Despite the embarrassment, you cannot help but smile at the complete absurdity of it all. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'What?' <span>She asks, noticing you smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well, I... I wanted to sleep but... well the washing machine at my apartment broke down, so I had to...' <span> As you talk you put a piece of sushi in your mouth and are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. </span> 'This is delicious!' <</you>> Abigail smiles as she elegantly grabs a piece of sashimi with her chopsticks. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Anyway, I had to wait for the janitors to fix it, and barely made it to the appointment with the doctor, though thankfully she was not upset.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Ah, don't worry, Tanya is quite relaxed about it. Don't be late with me though.' <span>She raises an eyebrow, then immediately smiles.</span> 'You said janitors. Plural?' <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>You nod.</span> 'I can’t remember the first one, but the second one was called Lester.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'So, you met Lester! Interesting, he is... an interesting sort, and more important than it might appear at first glance. Did you talk to him at all?' <span> Again she speaks casually, though you catch an unusual focus in her tone. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $mia is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Remain generic and just talk about the conversation|Abi assessment 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thoroughly describe your opinion on Mia|Abi assessment 3b]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep her talking and try to get to what she really means|Abi assessment 3c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her your opinion on the meeting and the man|Abi assessment 3d]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about the meeting but be vague about Lester|Abi assessment 3e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Dodge and ask if “eye candy” gets any privileges|Abi assessment 3f]]>>/<<set $abistat to $abistat+2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about Lester but keep vague on the details|Abi assessment 3g]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Share your opinion on Lester and the panties situation|Abi assessment 3h]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abigailpanties to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Dodge and try to ascertain why she is interested in him|Abi assessment 3i]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $pantiesreveal to 1>> <<you>> <span> You think about the encounter and decide to come clean, after all, it's better not to hide things from Abigail. Not only is she your boss, but she has been extremely agreeable so far. </span> 'Well, he came in while the other janitor had begun working on the washing machine. He was... friendly... if a bit forward... but that is probably my fault, I was still in my bathrobe after taking a shower.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh?' <span>Says Abigail, raising an eyebrow.</span> 'Did they comment on it?' <span>She asks after a moment.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well... yes, they joked about it briefly. But I... Well, I postponed dressing up because...' <span>You trail off in embarrassment.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'It's okay. I can promise you what you tell me won't leave this room.' <span>Abigail speaks in a soothing tone, sensing your discomfort.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You take a big sip from your drink, taking your confidence from the alcohol before continuing. </span> 'Well... Adrian's girlfriend... well, she... played a prank on me and took out all the... underwear... from my suitcase... and replaced it with... feminine ones. I... I didn't know what to do... I tried to recover the boxers I had put in the machine... and it was a mess. In the end I ended up <<if $panties is 1>> wearing a pair… <<else>> buying a new pair from the college store, but they only had feminine ones there too! <</if>>' <span>You conclude, your face flushed with shame.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail sits quietly for a few seconds, then says:</span> 'Thank you for sharing this with me. This sounds like quite a mean prank. <<if $chastityknow is 1>> Was this also part of that... punishment? <<else>> Was there a reason for this? I don't mean to pry, but as far as pranks go, it looks very... specific. <</if>>' <</abigail>> <<you>> <<if $chastityknow is 1>> 'Well, yes. I think this was planned in advance, while the... chastity... thing was improvised <<else>> 'Well, it's because... <<if $peek is 1>> I spied on her and Adrian having sex.' <<else>> I briefly saw them having sex and denied it when she questioned me about it.' <</if>> <</if>> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail paused for a long while as she mulled something over.</span> 'I'm going to ask you something and I want you to consider it. It will help me form my opinion on the matter.' <span>She pauses again before asking.</span> 'Would you show me your underwear? Not all of it, obviously, unless you wish to.' <</abigail>> You pause, the alcohol in your system, makes the request seem less ridiculous. <br> <br> <<if $panties is 3>> <<you>> I'm not wearing the ones she gave me. I bought new ones because the others were too… skimpy.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh?' <span> Abigail muses as she places a finger beneath the top of the slit of her dress. </span> 'I assume you bought yourself something a little more conservative? Did she give you something like these?' <span> As she speaks she drags the slit up her thigh, revealing just a sliver of her thin lacey panties. </span> <</abigail>> You stare in shock unable to think straight at the sight of her smooth thigh leading up to a small section of Abigail's panties. You simply nod in response, words eluding you and Abigail lets her dress drop. <br> <br> <</if>> <<abigail>> 'A sliver, it’ll help me decide if her “punishment” was fitting of what you did. Else, I’d have no idea whether she had overreacted or not.' <span> Abigail pushes gently. <<if $willpower gte 2>> Though, as you look up, you swear you catch a glint of delight in her eyes. <</if>> </span> <</abigail>> You swallow, though you find yourself getting to your feet. Obeying mechanically, you unbuckle your belt and undo your trousers. You hesitate for a moment as your brain attempts to think rationally. Your thumbs slide into the hem of your trousers and you shuffle them down, working them around your hips, revealing a large section of your panties. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I see. Again, I am aware this is not easy. But let me ask two questions: first, do you find female underwear truly uncomfortable? Second, do you think you deserved punishment?' <</abigail>> You pull up your trousers before answering. <br> <br> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, and you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h1]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, but you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, and did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h3]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet-1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, but did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h4]]>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<if $afternoonoff isnot 1>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Relationship with Ms Winters has increased@@ </span> </b> </center> </div> <</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Abigail taps a few things on her tablet, then takes another bite. She does so slowly, almost regally, each movement of the chopstick harmoniously flowing, before setting her utensils down with finality, signalling her finishing. You follow suit and lay your chopsticks down. Without a word, she shifts all the empty plates and drinks out of the way, before taking a seat on the table, directly in front of you. A little confused, you shift your chair backwards giving Abigail room to cross one of her shapely legs over the other. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I interviewed some people about you, and they all had good things to say, you definitely made an impression.' <span> She pauses to stress the point, then goes on.</span> 'Let's start with Zoey: <<if $laugh is 1>> she was initially a bit cautious about you, I guess she wanted to know more before passing judgment, but she wants to work with you, which is what is important. <<else>> she already thinks you are a good fit, which is rare praise from her, so I don't think you will have any issues. <</if>> <<if $work1 is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> She mentioned how eager you were to learn the basics of your job. This kind of commitment is greatly appreciated. <<else>> She mentioned she was able to teach you without any issues. <</if>> Overall, I'd say a <<if $laugh is 0 and $work1 is 1>>great <<elseif $laugh is 1 and $work1 is 0>>decent <<else>>good <</if>> <<if $zoeylunch is 1>> start. Oh, she also mentioned you two had lunch. I’m sure if she hasn’t already, she’ll show you, Cafe Leo.' <<else>> start.' <</if>> <span> She smiles and takes a sip and lets her one of her heels slip off, and dangles it on her toes. </span> <</abigail>> <<abigail>> <<if $coachlie is 0 and $gymkit is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet +1>> 'Moving on, I spoke to Coach Nelson and I think he likes you. His words were "polite and disciplined", which is high praise coming from him.' <span> Says Abigail, doing a stilted, yet passable impression of the coach's gravelly tone and laughing at her effort. </span> 'He is actually pretty nice once you get to know him, I would say keep training with him as much as you can. He also told me that he recommended yoga classes for you. I would say follow his program as much as you can, remember that if it is too much it's all right to tell him so. Trust me, he won't mind, after all your health is his priority.' <<elseif $coachlie is 1 or $gymkit is 0>> 'Moving on, Coach Nelson... Well, your first impression was not the greatest. He seems to think you didn't want to work with him. Look, I get that his disposition can be… off-putting. He served in the military and can be strict. Ultimately though, your physical health is his primary concern. Do try to be more accommodating with him: trust me when I say it will make things easier down the line, and trust him to guide you.' <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <<else>> 'Coach Nelson... I think he likes you, though he was not impressed. It's understandable, a lot of changes recently.' <span>She says in a sympathetic tone.</span> 'With that said, do try to work with him. He can be overly... strict... but your physical health is his primary concern, and getting along with him will make things easier down the line.' <</if>> <</abigail>> You think back to the clothing Coach had given you to wear. Everyone else had been wearing similar attire and it had been comfortable. You nod and smile, to reassure her. <br> <br> <<abigail>> ‘Good. Trust him to guide you and trust me when I say it’s all in your best interest.’ <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> ‘I will.’ <span> You say, given that her assessment overall seems to make sense.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Finally, let's talk about Dr Tanya. First of all, I heard you have been a bit sick. Are you feeling better? <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Yes, thank you. It was... low blood pressure, the doctor said. All the changes took their toll on my health... Thankfully I am feeling much better now.' <span>You reply, reassuring her.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Good to hear. <<if $afternoonoff is 1>> And for the future, do not be scared to ask for a half-day off if you are a bit under the weather. I'd prefer you to take a day off rather than make a mistake while being sick at work.' <<else>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+2>> <<set $abistat to $abistat+2>> For the future, I do not mind if someone takes a day off: I'd prefer you to take a day off rather than make a mistake while being sick at work. But, with that being said, your commitment is greatly appreciated.' <</if>> <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<abigail>> 'You mentioned that you were hoping to be more confident?' <span> She asks, as she casually lets her heel fall, revealing her slender feet. </span> 'Would you like to tell me what that looks like to you?' <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You're distracted by the soft curves of her ankle leading to perfect toes as you try to gather your thoughts. </span> 'I think... What I was trying to say was, that I'm tired of feeling socially awkward. I hate silences and not knowing what to say. I'm not concerned with having lots of friends, but I'd like to have strong friendships.' <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>She nods as she stretches her ankles and points her toes.</span> 'Awkward silences when you're dating someone new?' <</abigail>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.gif" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <<you>> 'Exactly.' <span>You admit.</span> 'Though this… more than dating, I am… always uncomfortable in social situations. I think my fear of silences, makes me… weird.' <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you felt too ashamed to admit it|Abi assessment 4 2]]>><</button>>@@ </div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box"> You have to fight to compose yourself, as shame grips you. She saw through your words immediately, but strangely she does not seem put off by it, only... amused perhaps? <br> <br> <<you>> <span> You decide it's better to rip the band-aid and come clean. </span> 'It's... It's just that I was... I-I mean, it's embarrassing.' <span> You finally manage to say. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail gives you a moment, then replies. </span> 'Relax, $name, it's perfectly normal. You...' <span> Her tone suddenly lowers, almost to a whisper as she leans in towards you. </span> 'Look, you told me you were not happy. I can... surmise from this that you also feel... lonely?' <span> She asks, flicking your crotch with the last word. </span> <</abigail>> Your body jolts before you look into her eyes, finding empathy and nod, fighting to control your breathing. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'Then all the more reason to seek solace.' <span> She gives you a sincere, comforting smile. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you.' <span> You manage to say, your dick twitching desperately. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You are more than welcome. Porn has its uses besides relief. It can help you figure out your preferences for instance. Do you have any?' <span>She asks.</span> <</abigail>> Taken aback by the question, you look at her expecting judgment, but she seems genuinely curious.<<if $abirel gte 3>>.. and perhaps even a bit intrigued?<</if>> <br> <br> <<you>> 'W-well. I like most, but... especially anal... femdom... and interracial.' <span> You say almost painfully, bringing out a part of you that had been, until now, hidden from the world. </span> <</you>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span> She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span> You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing. </span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand.' <span> She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses. </span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any self-care? We're hoping to provide what your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as her toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span> You gasp, your body shuddering slightly. </span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, Dr Reyamov has informed me that there seems to be no significant change from the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span> She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' <span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer.</span> <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.’ <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You are about to answer when you pause and take a moment to think about your answer. You take a big breath and put her relentless teasing out of your mind as you look at her straight in her beautiful blue eyes. <br> <br> <<if $lie is 1>> <<you>> 'W-well, I lied, yes, the question seemed... inappropriate?' <span> You say, explaining yourself before turning the conversation around. </span> <</you>> <<else>> <<you>> 'Well, I watch a bit of everything. However, I thought this was a... strange question, is it not?' <span>You say, answering her quickly before changing the subject.</span> <</you>> <</if>> <<you>> 'I had been meaning to ask, if you don't mind, of course.' <</you>> She nods gently. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Thank you. I have seen a lot of attention on me and my... intimate habits.' <span> You pause as you suppress a smile and try to ignore the contradiction of raising an intimacy issue while being subjected to such delightfully merciless teasing. </span> 'Why?' <span>You simply ask at the end, your dick twitching desperately.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail stays quiet for a moment, thinking.</span> 'I...' <span>She stops and smiles at you.</span> 'It’s a good question, and I can't tell you the answer it deserves, not yet.' <span>Her voice is sweet, almost caring.</span> 'But let me say this. Noir Institution has a mission, and a goal. Checking on the employees'... private life is part of what we do. Treating mental issues is already difficult and can't be done without these kinds of measures. It also gives us a chance to help employees navigate through their issues.' <span>She explains, and you feel a bit bad for asking.</span> 'But it's good to be curious, and I appreciate the question.' <span>She adds with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $miaknowledge is 1>> Her words remind you of what you learned about Mia starting up as a patient and now being an employee. Maybe there is an overlap of sorts? <br> <br> <</if>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span>You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing.</span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand.' <span>She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses.</span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any selfcare? We're hoping to provide all your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as your toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span>You gasp, your body shuddering slightly.</span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... Dr Reyamov has informed me that there are no significant changes to the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' <span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer.</span> <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $pantiesreveal to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Now, before we move forward, there is one last thing the Doctor told me. It's about... your choice of underwear.'</span> Your face instantly turns red at her words, your shame suddenly exposed. She immediately raises her hands.<span style="color:#ac2676">'Hold on, there is no judgment here, whatsoever. It's just... well, I sense a story there, and I am curious.'</span> She speaks softly, and her gentleness immediately puts you at ease.</div> You notice her soft feet on your crotch had become gentler, almost lulling you with gentle pleasure. Her gaze is fixed on you and, while she has made it clear that there is no pressure you sense she really wants to know<<if $willpower gte 2>> and you also catch a glimpse of something else in her eyes, almost like she might be interested in you<</if>>. <div class="box abigail">Not wanting to disappoint her, you decide to come clean and tell her at least a part of the story. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well... This... this is so embarrassing.'</span><span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, I'm just curious, I don't want...'</span> </div> <div class="box afeeee">You cut her off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, it's fine. It's... Sophie, Adrian's girlfriend. I...<<if $peek is 1>> spied on them having... sex<<else>>briefly saw them by accident<</if>> and... she played a prank on me. All my underwear was replaced with... feminine ones. So I decided to <<if $panties is 3>>buy a pair from the college store<<else>>bear with it and wear them<</if>> until I can go to the city to buy new ones.'</span> You slump back in your chair, feeling defeated. But you also feel strangely relieved, despite the shame it feels good to finally tell someone. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail paused for a long while as she mulled something over. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘I’m going to ask you something and I want you to consider it. It will help me form my opinion on the matter.’</span> She pauses again before asking. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Would you show me your underwear? Not all of it, obviously, unless you wish to.’</span></div> You pause, the alcohol in your system, makes the request seem less ridiculous. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘A sliver, it’ll help me decide if her “punishment” was fitting of what you did. Else, I’d have no idea whether she had overreacted or not.’</span> Abigail pushes gently.</div> <<if $panties is 3>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">’I’m not wearing the ones she gave me. I bought new ones because the others were too… skimpy.’</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Oh?’</span> Abigail muses as she places a finger beneath the top of the slit of her dress. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘I assume you bought yourself something a little more conservative? Did she give you something like these?’</span> As she speaks she drags the slit up her thigh, revealing just a sliver of her thin lacey panties.</div> You stare in shock unable to think straight at the sight of her smooth thigh leading up to a small section of Abigail's panties. You simply nod in response, words eluding you and Abigail lets her dress drop. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.1.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div><<else>>You swallow, though you find yourself getting to your feet. Without the command of your mind, you unbuckle your belt and undo your trousers. You hesitate for a moment as your brain attempts to think rationally. Your thumbs slide into the hem of your trousers and you shuffle them down, working them around your hips, revealing a large section of your grey panties. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.1.gif" style="width: 495px;"></center></div><</if>> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I see. Again, I am aware this is not easy. But let me ask two questions: first, do you find female underwear truly uncomfortable? Second, do you think you deserved punishment?'</span></div> You pull up your trousers before answering.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, and you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h1]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, but you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, and did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h3]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet-1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, but did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h4]]>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The world feels noticeably quiet as you enter your condo, the memory of what you had done with Abigail imprinted in your mind. As you get ready for bed, you can’t help but ask yourself if what you had done was indeed sex? Or did only penetration count as losing your virginity? One thing you have to admit is it felt amazing. Better than anything you had experienced by yourself. The scenes replayed in your mind as you settled into the covers, the world drifting away.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Nightawake]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>> You recall Alana putting in a more elegant suit in the selection she sent overseas, a suit made of a rich blue material that seemed to shift in colour as it moves, showing off its deeper blues. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/dinner prep 2.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> You put it on and look at yourself in the mirror. While you have got used to wearing Alana's clothes, the mental image of yourself has yet to catch up with how feminine the outfits make you look, and you still feel a bit odd seeing that weirdly attractive figure staring back at you. Still, she was undeniably right, it does look good on you. <<if $chastity is 1 or $telladrian is 0>>You begrudgingly make a mental note to thank Sophie, after all, she was the one who got you the appointment. <</if>>You adjust it and notice it moves around a bit. It still fits nicely, though less perfectly than when you tried it on with Alana. You frown: since Alana took your measurements and tailored the suits to you, it should fit perfectly. However, as you think about it it makes sense: this is probably an effect of your new diet these last few days, combined with the physical exercises <<if $coachlie is 0 and $gymkit is 1>> and yoga classes<</if>>. You cannot help but smile at seeing the changes, and that fills you with enough confidence for the upcoming meeting. <<else>> As you get out of the shower, the doorbell rings: cursing through your teeth, you quickly put on a robe, you really don't need this right now. As you go to the door, you look through the peephole and nobody is there. Carefully, you open the door and make sure the corridor is empty. No one is there, but there is a large bag on the ground with a note. As you read the note, you realise that these are the clothes from the tailor, sent by Nicki and Dr Jamerson, so you drag the bag in. You are not terribly excited to wear them, but it's a good idea to lay them out and look at them. As you do it, you realise that they look pretty good and that wearing one this evening would probably be a good way to make an impression on Ms Winters. You take the most elegant of the bunch, a lean blue suit that seems to shift with the light, showing different nuances in the colour, and put it on. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/dinner prep 2.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> You deliberately avoid looking in the mirror as you shamefully dress up, remembering your encounter with Nicki, then you take a deep breath and examine yourself. You feel the same sense of discomfort you felt with Alana, and you immediately take it off, reaching for the traditional masculine suit that Alana prepared for you. It feels more appropriate... but... your eyes start darting back and forth, acknowledging the slightly longer sleeves, the ill-fitted shoulders, and the way-too-large waist that, //yup//, definitely needs a belt. Then you see your own image staring back at you, almost accusingly. You stare back at the suit, innocently lying on the bed as you begrudgingly realize what you have to do. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Fuck.'</span> You curse as you try to delay the inevitable. <span style="color:#afeeee">'All right, you win. Don't look so smug about it.'</span> You scold the suit, voicing your frustration. As you put it on a second time, you try to ignore that discomfort and look in the mirror once again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I can do this. Come on, it's just a suit. Pull it together.'</span> </div> <<if $pills is 1>>Again, you are struck by how the material seems to fit your hips and... weirdly attractive you look. <<else>>You’re a little conscious of material bunching slightly around your ankles, it almost seems puffy around your hips.<</if>> You can't help but feel a pang of regret at not accepting Alana's clothes, her suit looked better than what you are wearing right now. Still, no use in crying over spilt milk. You shake off that feeling and give one last look at your reflection: yes, you look good and wearing this at the meeting will show your commitment. It's the best choice, you reiterate, almost trying to persuade yourself, as you go out with a confident smile. <</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You sit on the bed naked and ponder what to do. Jamerson wanted you to go to the tailor for a well-fitting dress, something you really don't want to do. You sit up, nervously look in the mirror and you picture yourself with the suit you wore at work, as you put it on this morning. In these past few days you have started to pay attention to the slightly longer sleeves, the ill-fitted shoulders, the too-large waist that you have to constantly adjust through out the day. Yeah, there is no way you make a strong first impression in those, you think as your reflection cracks an ironic smile. You think back to what Alana told you and consider the situation: Jamerson is already angry at you for standing your ground, and now you have a chance to impress your new boss. You stand up again, looking at your slender legs and weirdly attractive ass: you always hated how... unmanly... your body looked, and how people like Damion made fun of it. However, as you recall your unhappy days at the supermarket, you also think back at what <<if $zoeylunch is 1>>Zoey<<elseif $mialunch is 1>>Mia<<else>>Jamerson<</if>> said about you and how, in general, people seem to react to you. Maybe these people here at Delvarma could accept your body for what it is? Well... at least it's worth a shot. You straighten your posture and start dressing up with renewed resolve: if you look at it this way, maybe it's not so bad. Having made up your mind, you rush out of the apartment to the tailor recommended by Dr Jamerson.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/tailors.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/tailor.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As you enter the shop you go straight for the tailor. You shut off your social anxiety, as you just don't have time for it, and explain who you are. The tailor, an older gentleman in his 70s, has been expecting you and listens attentively to your request. As you specify that you need something for this evening, he frowns and nods. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">Very well, please disrobe and let me take a few measurements. Dr Jamerson has already mentioned what he is expecting, I don't have anything properly tailored since time is short, but we'll see if we can come... close enough.'</span> He adjusts his glasses as he takes your measurements, moving around you and writing down notes in a swift, experienced manner that immediately puts you at ease. </div> <<if $willpower gte 4>> His professional, detached attitude makes you think back to the unease you felt with Nicki... and Dr Jamerson. You can't quite put your finger on it, but it did rub you the wrong way. <</if>><div class="box damion">As he concludes that quick examination, he stops for a moment. <span style="color:#c13729">'It's no issue, let me see what I can find. '</span> He disappears and comes back shortly after, carrying a suit made of a rich blue material that seemed to shift in colour as it moves, showing off its deeper blues. </div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/dinner prep 2.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Mindful of your previous experience with Alana, you don't want to argue, and immediately put it on. That feeling of discomfort hits you again as you see yourself in the mirror. Strangely though, this time you manage to push it to the back of your mind: perhaps because it was expected, perhaps because you know you need it, but mostly because... it's your decision. It was not a strong suggestion, or Jamerson's imposing attitude, you did this. And yes, as much as there is a part of you that is still screaming with discomfort, you do look much better and maybe now you stand a chance to make a good impression on Ms Winters. The tailor stayed quiet behind you, letting you judge for yourself. <div class="box you">As you look at him through the mirror he smiles and gives you a questioning look. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think it's... Well, do you think it's good enough?'</span> You ask him, nervously raising the pitch of your voice. </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'I believe so.'</span> He replies, very matter-of-factly. <span style="color:#c13729">'It's the best I can do in such short notice. I think it looks much better on you than the clothes you came in with, it just fits you better, don't you think? The blue also displays you, in such a way that I would say you are wearing the suit rather than the suit wearing you.'</span> You blush and lower your gaze, but you also cannot help but smile at his comment. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Y-yes, I think so too.'</span> You manage to say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'You are welcome, $name $lastname. Per Dr Jamerson's instructions, I will send you a couple extra clothes for your job. Once you get them, please return this one so that I can make adjustments to it.'</span> Again, he speaks in a kind, detached manner that puts you at ease, even when he is mentioning Jamerson. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Understood. I will be back as soon as I get them.'</span> You reply. </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Good. Enjoy your evening.'</span> He adds with a short bow. </div> You walk out of the store in your new clothes standing tall, trying to suppress your nervousness but, at the same time, feeling a bit more confident you made the right choice. Since you don't want to be late, you hurry home to drop off your clothes, then make your way to the restaurant.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You notice a boy standing behind you, from the corner of your eye you can see him staring intently over your shoulder at the menu. Turning slightly more, you recognise him as the boy you'd seen on your way to the medical centre on your first day. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi.'</span> You start, before you lose your confidence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span></div> <div class="box oli">The boy looks at you before cracking a wide smile. <span style="color:#bcafee">'I'm Oli.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh? As in the Oli that's just started here? Mia mentioned you.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'That's the one! And that must make you the $name that just started here too!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am! I'm working in the Research department, under Dr Jamerson.'</span> You smile, happy with how easy Oli is to speak to.</div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'I'm in Distribution, working under... Well, a lot of guys! I was supposed to R&D with your job, but about two weeks ago, I got told they think I'd be a better fit in Distribution.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Help 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva night.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $abinoreward is 1>>As the two of you leave the restaurant, you feel every eye is on you, as if they all know what has just transpired. You silently thank Abigail for her presents as she confidently walks through the dining area, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. On your way out, she hands a small envelope to the hostess who bows, and then the two of you are alone in the elevator. <</if>>You walk with Abigail through the crisp night air, she asked you in more detail about your life in the UK, why you worked at a supermarket and what university was like. She seems very familiar with London, you gather she must have visited the city extensively. The atmosphere was relaxed as she kept the conversation flowing with ease, and you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t a date. Walking up through the house area, a light breeze gently rustled the leaves and the moonlight caught Abigail's face, reflecting off her glossy full lips and emphasising her staggering beauty. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘This is you?’</span> She asked as you approached your condo entrance.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘It is.’</span> You smiled happily.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘I remember when I moved into a condo when I first moved here.’</span> She said thoughtfully, looking over your shoulder.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘You don’t anymore?’</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘No. After your probation period you will be offered other accommodation if you want it. I decided to be closer to work so I stay in an apartment in central campus.’</span></div> <div class="box you">You nod understandingly. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘Would you like to come in?’</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘I need to finish off the paperwork from this evening. And what would the neighbours say if they saw your boss entering your house at this time of night.’</span> She gives you a mischievous smile <<if $abmeet gte 10>> and leans in close. So close you can smell the sweetness of her perfume. <span style="color:#ac2676">'and... I may have had a little too much to drink, let's leave your first time at that... for now.'</span> She finishes <</if>>before she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek and you can’t help but steal a glance down her cleavage. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Thank you for a lovely evening, $name. I look forward to your future.’ </span>She says as she departs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Bye.’</span> You say quietly to yourself, the aroma of her perfume lingering.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 10a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You’re not weird, it’s normal. Also, you're doing fine with me tonight?' </span>She turns to look you dead in the eye, her crystal blue gaze taking your breath away.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh it off, lowering your gaze. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, it’s-it’s nice of you to say, though I find it easier when it’s just another person rather than a group. You're my boss though, so this feels more like a work meeting than a date!'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh?...'</span> She pauses and the world seems to pause with her. <span style="color:#ac2676">'So you’re saying it should feel more like a date?'</span></div> Your laughter feels forced as you fumble for an answer. But before you have the chance, she shifts on the table and places one of her feet between your legs. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's just the two of us. We dressed up nicely and had drinks together. No one is going to disturb us, I've made sure of that.'</span> Her voice flows lullingly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'From what I've observed, more confidence in your love life can help you overcome a lack of confidence in your social life, your work life and your day to day. What would make you feel more confident in your love life?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're taken aback by the direct line of questioning and you take another large gulp of your drink to compose yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't know... I think I'd like to... Em, just feel comfortable around someone...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail">Ms Winters smiles wryly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It is good to want comfort. However, it is difficult to achieve it when… you have no "physical" experience.'</span></div> Your eyes widen and you feel yourself sway on the spot, either from being called out or from the alcohol. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I'm not judging. But, you should also acknowledge when an opportunity comes your way.'</span> Her voice is sensual and breathy.</div> You feel frozen in place as you feel her delicate toes slowly caress their way up your inner thigh. Giving a shallow gasp, you struggle to believe that this isn't a dream. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Would you like a... Sexual encounter?... Tonight?' </span>She moans as her foot edges closer to your throbbing dick.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Abigail.'</span> You try to plead. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You're my boss! I can't do this with you! It'll...'</span> You gasp as she reaches your little bulge, grazing it with the lightest touch. <span style="color:#afeeee">'... Make things weird. At the office.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh, $name. You're overthinking. We're both adults, we both have the maturity to separate sex from work... Unless you would like to entwine them?'</span> She adds, leaning in close and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. With a soft giggle, she recedes. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You can think about it, while I continue with our conversation.'</span></div> She continues to gently stroke the material of your trousers and you have trouble concentrating on the world around you. <<if $lie is 1>><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You told Tanya you don't watch porn? Really?'</span> She gives you a sceptical look, as she adds a little more pressure with her toes.</div> <<else>><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'So, you told Tanya you... consume pornographic material. May I ask what kind?'</span> She asks with a polite yet mischievous smile, as she adds a little more pressure with her toes.</div> <</if>></div><<nobr>> <<if $lie is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you felt too ashamed to admit it|Abi assessment 4a]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abigailporn to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Swear it's true|Abi assessment 4b]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why are your porn habits so important|Abi assessment 4c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Sincerely describe your tastes|Abi assessment 4d]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<<set $abigailporn to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you only watch rarely and just conventional porn|Abi assessment 4e]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why are your porn habits important|Abi assessment 4c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Without warning the man roughly picks the maid up and throws her onto the couch, lifting her legs up by her head presenting her to himself. He pauses only to take a single long lick of her asshole and pussy before he positions hims member to enter her ass. There's a brief pause, letting you catch the gleam in her eye as you squeeze your dick harder, then he pushes his cock into her, drawing out a primal groan from her. He slows as he pushes his entire length into her asshole, pulls out and rams into her hard, his cock swallowed by her perfect ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 7a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You gasp, harldy able to contain the pleasure surging through you at the sight of this beautiful maid being railed and your mind thinks back to the maid you saw on the balcony. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 8a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel your orgasm approaching and have to force yourself to loosen your grip on your dick, unable to fully release it. On the screen, the man pulls his cock from the girl before effortlessly flipping the maid onto her knees, letting her upper body collapse onto the couch. He spits on her asshole before shoving himself into her again, rewarded by a squeal of satisfaction. The maid bites down on her thumb, attempting to contain the cries of ecstasy pouring from her. Watching her total bliss you're unable to hold off any longer and you grip your dick once again, quicly building bakc to your mindless orgasm. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 8a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> With each thrust the man pounds into her helpless asshole, until she's no longer able to stand up to it and collapses onto the couch. The man gives her no rest as her goes with her pushing his cock in deeper, ramming himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her pussy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 9a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You watch as his cock disappears over and over into her mouth, appearing again slick with her saliva. The scene changes and he positions himself to push into her ass, helped by the other girl. There's a moment before he enters her in which you catch yourself holding your breath and having to swallow. As he pushes in her eyes roll in ecstasy and you grip your dick hard in response. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 8b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After giving her just a moment to adjust to his throbbing size, he pulls out and plunges into her once again, forcing a primal groan from the girl. You can't help but pump your dick rapidly watching as she's unable to contain her bliss at having her ass stretched by his thick member. Unconsiously your free hand slips down between your legs, brushing against your balls before resting a finger on your own asshole. You suddenly realise what you're doing and pause, her cries of pleasure fill your mind urging you onwards, urging you to experience her bliss.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Push your finger in|Rest 8b]]>>/<<set $tryanal to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your finger away|Rest 8c]]>>/<<set $tryanal to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The scene cuts to a close up to one of the girls faces as her tight bud is stretched full, she grins as her eyes roll but you're unable to move. //What the fuck are you doing?// <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You pull your hand away, unable to comprehend what you had been thinking. Your body had acted on it's own. If you hadn't stopped yourself, you would have mindlessly pushed a finger into your ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> On screen the girl is lost in her own pleasure, hardly able to concentrate on anything other than the cock filling her. Watching, you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something in you... to be stretched like her... to feel what she is. You snap your mind away from the thoughts of anal and just sit, the cries of pleasure still ringing out from your laptop.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The scene cuts to a close up to one of the girls faces as her tight bud is stretched full, she grins as her eyes roll and curiosity takes hold of you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You push on your asshole and groan as the pressure build. Despite your effort, your finger won't go in. Grunting in frustration you spit on your finger and try again before you loose your nerve. This time the pressure builds until there's a sudden pop and your groan as the pleasure forces a shudder from you. Following what you'd seen you hold your finger in and wait to adjust. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 8c.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You moan as each movement sends pulses through you, and you can't help but curl your body in response. Lost in the sensation you begin to pump your finger into yourself over and over, almost forgetting about your dick in your other hand. On screen the girl is lost in her own pleasure, hardly able to concentrate on anything other than the cock filling her. Watching, you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something larger in you... to be stretched like her... to feel what she is. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You swallow and have to remind yourself to breath as you hit a spot that makes your eyes roll and your mouth form an O. Your orgasm builds but it feels different; more intense. You want more, you need more as you push into your tight asshole over and over unable to stop, even if you wanted to.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $afternoonoff is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The doorbell of your apartment rings. Adrian and Sophie are not moving from their room, maybe they have not heard it, so you get up, run down the stairs and open the door. You are faced with a giant snail, carrying a bucket full of cleaning products, dressed in a white laced apron, her horns covered by a cute maid headgear. <<alex>>'Bonjour, Mademoiselle! I am here to clean the apartment, may I come in?'<</alex>> She says with a smile, speaking in a heavy French accent. <<if $willpower gte 2>> <<you>>'W-well... Sure, but you're... a snail'<</you>> You say puzzled, as you let her in. <<alex>>'Merci, ma chérie! I'll have you know escargots can clean extremely well, despite our reputation for being slow.'<</alex>> She says, with a hint of pride to her voice. <<you>>'Oh, sorry, I did not... I mean, go ahead.'<</you>>You say, not wanting to upset her anymore. <<else>><<you>>'W-what?'<</you>> You ask, stunned in surprise, as you let her in. <<alex>>'Merci, ma chérie! I will get to work right away, will be done in eighteen hours, plus ou moins.'<</alex>> She says with a gleaming smile. <<you>>'Oh, that... quick?'<</you>> You ask, not wanting to press her too much. <<alex>>'Mais oui! I am the fastest escargot in London.'<</alex>> She replies while starting to clean. <</if>>As she goes to work, you turn to the stairs, to see if Adrian or Sophie are coming down. You wonder why they are so quiet, they must have heard the doorbell, usually they... Suddenly you hear the maid voice, extremely close to you and echoing darkly in your ear. <span style="color:#a23800">'Your friends are not here.'</span> </div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/Londonstreet.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You wake up in the morning, and leave your apartment to go to the supermarket to work. Your steps are heavy, as you really don't want to deal with Damion's shit. Suddenly, you see a huge snake. His gigantic body is wrapped on the road's concrete, blocking the path ahead. As you are looking for a way around him, the snake is casually breathing fire into the neighbour's window. <<if $willpower gte 2>> Tentatively, you try to speak. <<you>>'Ehm, excuse me, Mr. Snake?'<</you>> The snake slowly turns to you, his dark eyes gleaming with fire. <<jamerson>>'What is it, $lastname ?'<</jamerson>> He speaks with a deep, booming voice. <<you>>'W-well, may I pass? I-I mean, if it's not too much trouble for you.'<</you>> You ask, trying to be as polite as possible. <<else>> You stare at the giant monster, too scared to move or run away. After a while, the snake turns to you. <<jamerson>>'If you want something, $lastname, you should speak up.'<</jamerson>> His deep voice fills the whole road, making you shiver. You carefully look up at his face, his dark eyes gleaming with fire. <<you>>'I-I... May I please pass? H-have to go to work.'<</you>> You say, lowering your head again. <</if>>The snake looks at you, then replies. <<jamerson>>'Sure, go ahead.'<</jamerson>> He says politely, as he moves his giant body to let you pass. As you carefully move past him, he speaks again: <<jamerson>>'You know you won't escape him, don't you?'<</jamerson>> Suddenly he streaks in front of you, blocking you again and staring at you with his scorching gaze. <<jamerson>>'You will be forgotten here.'<</jamerson>> He opens his mouth and lunges at you, ready to devour you.</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Nightawake2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You are suddenly jolted awake, your heartbeat resonating in your ears. You are still not fully aware of your surroundings and it takes you a while to realize you are not in London anymore. Your heartrate is not slowing down and your chest starts hurting while your breathing is becoming more ragged. In this moment, clarity hits you. Recognizing an incoming panic attack, immediately your mind goes into survival mode. It's been a while since college, but the steps your therapist told you are still burned in your mind. Three objects: the lamp, the laptop, your suitcase in the corner. You focus on each one, repeatedly, as you try to somehow control your breathing. Three sounds: your heartbeat, the creaking of the bed, the... the wind! The wind echoing through the complex. Again, you focus on each, slowly and methodically as you start taking deeper breaths. Three body parts: your hands, your legs, your mouth. You move each: objects, sounds, body. Objects, sounds, body. Objects... After what seems like an eternity, your breathing normalizes and your heart finally starts to slow down. You turn on the lights, sit up on the bed, and truly take stock of what happened as you start to move around the apartment. You keep repeating the routine until you are sure that your anxiety is back under control. You drink some water, walk around a bit, and even open the window to feel fresh air on your skin. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/campusnight.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As you breathe in and look at the campus, you think about the first panic attack you had in years. You thought you were over this after college, and this was so sudden, even though you actually managed to fend it off without Adrian. You feel a shiver as you think it can come back at any time: you really don't need this right now, what will Abigail and Jamerson think if you have an attack at work? Still upset, you close the window, go back inside, and lie down on the bed, and realize that it's not even midnight and you barely slept. So you turn off the light and try to go back to sleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Nightawake3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, sleep eludes you. You toss and turn to no avail. Part of you is still wary of your anxiety coming back even stronger and part of you wants to just call Adrian to tell him about this, even though you know you still can't communicate with him. But for the most part your mind is busy with what happened with Abigail: you opened up to her<<if $abinoreward is 0>> physically as well as mentally<<else>> mentally at least, and she teased you repeatedly<</if>>. She... touched you, was comfortable with you. <<if $abmeet gte 5>>And opening up to her seemed... a good idea? From her reaction, she appeared happy about the meeting, and looking forward to working with you<<if $abmeet gte 10 or $abistat gte 6>> and... eager? You dismiss this thought almost instantly as pointless self-flattery, but you did get the impression that she was... well, at least impressed<</if>>. Still, even if the meeting went well, there are a lot of uncertainties about the future. <<else>>She seemed... unhappy about the meeting, however, and while it's still early, you should probably put in extra effort to make sure she does not just decide to fire you. She seems very focused towards a specific goal, and the more you can help her, the more she will see you as necessary. Or at least that it the most encouraging thought your addled mind manages to conjure.<</if>><<if $ablie is 1 or $ablie is 0>>You also behaved like an idiot and lied to her. She obviously saw right through you: as Adrian told you many times during your many 13 Dead End Drive games, you are not a good liar. You should probably avoid that in the future, or at the very least be just a tiny bit more subtle about it. <<if $ablie is 0>>You think about her... way to earn her forgiveness and your eyes are immediately drawn to your underwear drawer where those outrageously pink... monsters... reside. <</if>> Yeah, you definitely need to do better if you want to get back in her good graces, especially because she is going to supervise you from now on.<</if>> All these thoughts run amok in your head as you stare at the ceiling: still, as bleak as they get, you at least take some comfort in the fact that your anxiety does not spike again. When you see the first lights, you realize that you will soon need to get up and get dressed. As you go through your morning routine, you decide to take this as your therapist suggested back in London when you had those attacks at the end of your college years: one day at a time. So, first things first you decide to text the Doctor, she can definitely help. ''Good morning, Doctor, this is $name $lastname. I need to see you at your earliest convenience. Would I be able to come to your office sometimes today?'' You re-read the text a few times, refining the language to convey urgency without sounding rude.</div> <<if $gymkit is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Yoga 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastella.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $yoga to 1>> You groggily dress up for the yoga class. You have never been a fan of intense physical activity, gyms with all those huge muscular guys used to make you feel awkward. Being so sleep-deprived, you briefly consider skipping the class. But, as you look around the room, you feel the same sense of unease that accompanied you all night, and right now you prefer to go somewhere else. Furthermore, these yoga class have this relaxing atmosphere and there is no competition among the class, which sounds something that would be beneficial right about now. As you enter the building you go straight toward the changing room. In that moment, the door of the women's changing room suddenly opens: you stop and quickly step aside to avoid the door hitting you in the face. However, in your slowed state you miscalculate and almost collide with the small brunette that just stormed out of the room. She freezes as she sees you, her big, brown eyes full of surprise: desperate to avoid a collision, you thrust yourself against the opposite wall and after a couple of stumbles, you manage to move past her and not crumble on the floor. You probably looked super awkward and just updated the dictionary definition of clumsiness, but at least you manage to avoid hitting her. She turns in your direction with the same puzzled expression. <<melissa>>'Oh. So... I am so sorry.'<</melissa>> She mutters before giving you an apologetic look, pointing at her ears and moving on. You see now she has earphones and a cellphone in her hand. <<melissa>>'No, ammammà, 'un parlav'atté. Acchì stava 'n guagliò... Si, ammammà, o'sacce, o'sacce.'<</melissa>> She continues as she disappear down the corridor. //What language was that?// you think. It sounded... Southern European, Spanish, Italian... maybe Catalan? You shake your head as you head into the changing room, where you change into your gymkit and head to class.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Yoga 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delvarma/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/CoachNelson.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You stumble a bit on the way to work. You are extremely tired, but after a night of anxious tossing and turning you are happy to keep your mind occupied doing something. Plus, you remember your therapist words about staying grounded, and being around Zoey seems like a good idea. You do not feel comfortable in asking her for help, but, in the worst-case scenario of having an attack at work, she would at least be able to send for help, after all she did help you the other day when you were feeling sick. As you ponder these thoughts, your bracelet buzzes with a message from the doctor: ''Of course, come to me at 17:00, I'll have plenty of time for you.'' As you come close to the building, you hear someone calling you. You turn around and see Coach Nelson waving at you. You really don't need this right now, but there is no way to avoid him, so you wave back and wait for him to approach. <<if $yoga is 1>> <<coach>>'Hey, $name, how is it going?'<</coach>> <<you>>'Hi, coach, I just came from yoga.'<</you>> You reply hoping to cut the conversation short. <<coach>>'Good, very good. Just wanted to tell you that I spoke with Ms Winters. She told me you had not been feeling 100%, so we will skip today's workout.'<</coach>> Oh, crap, we had a workout? You vaguely remember seeing something to that effect on your bracelet yesterday, but with the meeting with Abigail looming you completely forgot about it. So, you look the coach right in the eyes and put on your best poker face. <<you>>'Thank you, it seems sensible, I planned to talk to you about it, b-but...'<</you>> The coach stops you. <<coach>>'It's okay, let's give your body a few days, to ensure you are fully recovered. My training is much more intensive than yoga, and there is no reason to rush it. So, keep going to yoga and I'll see you... Actually, I think I'll see you tomorrow at Lester Brooks' party, but we will have our next training session on Tuesday, which should be plenty of time. Agreed?'<</coach>> <<you>>'Yes, absolutely!'<</you>> You find yourself enthusiastically agreeing with him, surprised at how understanding he seems to be, especially compared to the strict demeanor he had in the gym. <<coach>>'Good. I won't keep you any longer, have a good day!'<</coach>> <<else>> <<coach>>'$name $lastname, how are you doing?'<</coach>> He asks in plain tone. <<you>>'Ehm... Not the greatest, if I'm being honest, I was just...'<</you>> He cuts you off. <<coach>>'It's ok, I won't keep you. Just wanted to tell you that I spoke with Ms Winters. She told me you had not been feeling 100%, so we will skip today's workout.'<</coach>> Oh, crap, we had a workout? Suddenly you are so glad he decided to cancel it. Well, time for your best poker face. <<you>>'Thank you, I planned to talk to you about it... W-why do you believe...?'<</you>> The coach nods and replies. <<coach>>'Given you have been feeling sick, we should give your body a few days to recover. So take a few days to rest and get settled, and I'll see you... Actually, I think I'll see you tomorrow at Lester Brooks' party, but we will have our next training session on Tuesday, which should be plenty of time. Agreed?'<</coach>> <<you>>'Yes, absolutely!'<</you>> You find yourself enthusiastically agreeing with him, surprised at how understanding he seems to be, especially compared to the strict demeanour he had in the gym. <<coach>>'Good. I won't keep you any longer, have a good day and... be sure not to overdo it, you look a little pale.'<</coach>> Wait, again? You think, then reflect for a moment. He probably saw the gargantuan bags under your eyes, and confused that with pallor, you definitely don't feel like the other morning. <</if>> You say goodbye to Coach Nelson, take a deep breath and enter the building.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Invitation]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/yogagym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/LizOkumayogacoach.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You take your usual place inside the room and wait for the lesson to start. While you wait, you start stretching a bit, trying to shake off the ever-present tiredness from your body and mind. As everyone takes their place, you see a black woman entering. She has broad shoulders and extremely defined muscles, like one of those Ancient Greek statues at the British Museum. <<damion>>'Hello everyone! I am Liz Okuma, your new yoga instructor. Today I will guide you through some basic poses as well as a few more advanced positions towards the end.'<</damion>> She is interrupted by the brunette from before entering the room. She gives an apologetic look, and quickly scampers to join the others. <<damion>>'All right, now everyone raise both your hands over your head...'<</damion>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/SunSalutation.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You follow the instructor's orders throughout the lesson, she seems to know her stuff and, in your dazed state, you are more than happy to just follow her precise commands. Near the end, she keeps focusing on stretching the legs. <<damion>>'Now for the end of the lesson, we are going to try the three Positions of the Hero, or Virabhadrasana. These will give you killer legs, but be sure to stop at the first hint of pain, all right?' <</damion>> A general giggling erupts at her comment as everyone assumes the first position. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/Virabhadrasana1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As everyone repeats the position with the other leg, you start feeling the muscles a little bit on your left side. You also notice that you are not quite flexible enough to push your head back, so you keep looking forward, and, as you look around, you notice you are not the only one who is having trouble. <<damion>>'Ok, if you think that was not so bad, wait until the end of the third.'<span> The instructor continues with a smile. </span>'Now, on to the second one'.<</damion>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/Virabhadrasana2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> //Huh, this looks a little bit like fencing// You think as you try your best to align your arms and shoulders while keeping your balance. It's not particularly hard, especially because these are not positions that strain your posture or your breathing: you are, however, starting to feel your muscles, especially on your left side when you switch position to the weaker side of the body. <<damion>>'All right, this is the last one and the most difficult one.'<</damion>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/Virabhadrasana3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> //What?! There is no way I can do that without falling. Forward, backward, and on both sides, I'll just implode if I try this//. You think hyperbolically as you hesitate to even get into position. You do eventually try a couple of times but are too scared of falling forward. As you are about to give up, you see the instructor right besides you. <<damion>>'Hey, $lastname, right? Coach Nelson told me you just started. This one is a little hard, try to move your body forward as you push the leg back, and use your arms just to keep the balance.'<</damion>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Yoga 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/yogagym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/LizOkumayogacoach.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You were about to bail and spare yourself the humiliation, but her authoritative words and soothing voice push you forward. So, you smile at her, showing you are grateful for her help, then take a deep breath and try to assume the position. Liz watches you intently, giving you advice, or helping you keep your balance: you notice how neat and precise her movements are, she is definitely showing expertise. After a couple of painfully clumsy tries, you actually manage to hold the position for a few seconds, while she is gently holding your abdomen. <<damion>>'There, you did it. Now, slooooowly, put your arms forward. And breathe. Regularly.'<</damion>> As she speaks, you realize you have been holding your breath and, following her lead, slowly breathe out as you bring out your arms. <<damion>>'That's it, excellent! Now, I'm going to take my hand away. Try to stay up as long as you can, then just put your leg down'.<</damion>> She does so slowly, allowing you to compensate and... you are doing it, you're actually staying up! Your unparalleled triumph as you manage to maintain balance is, unfortunately short lived as you feel fatigue quickly creeping up your leg. As you put your leg down, she lets you relax for a moment, before you repeat the position with the opposite leg. You don't quite manage it as well as the first try but by this point you are really feeling your legs getting tired. After a couple of failed attempts, she says <<damion>>'All right, that is enough, now sit down, and do a breathing exercise.'<span> She briefly looks around the room, then kneels besides you. She leans closer and whispers with an air of complicity: </span>'Just lie down and relax, I won't tell. I know it's hard and you did really well for a first timer.'<</damion>> She pats you on the shoulder and stands to go help the others. You are not sure if she just said that to make you feel better, but you are still kind of impressed at how she guided you through the position. She comes back after a few minutes and squats near you. <<damion>>'How are you? Any cramps?'<</damion>> <<you>>'No... just sore.'<</you>> You reply, somewhat surprised that you are not hurting more. <<damion>>'Great, Sar... Ehm, Coach Nelson was right about you. And don't worry you did worse on your left leg, the dominant side is always stronger and more flexible.'<</damion>> She pauses and smiles at you. <<you>>'Thank you'<</you>> You manage to say as you close your eyes and focus on your breathing for a few minutes as the lesson wraps up for everyone. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Yoga 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/yogagym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastella.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As everyone starts to leave, you try to stand up and you immediately feel your legs. Yup, really sore, but not painfully so, if you take your time you should be able to get through the day. And hey, at least the pain in your leg is a welcome distraction from your lack of sleep. As you count your bountiful blessings, you slowly get up and see the young brunette from before approaching. <<melissa>>'Hey, sorry about before, I was in a hurry... Are you alright?'<</melissa>> She asks with genuine concern. <<you>>'Oh, it's fine, I was... It's fine, I just stumbled a bit! Not... very graceful, I know, but unscathed.'<span> You pause, then glance at the instructor and add: </span>'The instructor was waaay more harmful than you.'<</you>> You say jokingly while massaging your legs. She smiles <<melissa>>'Oh, meno... I mean I am so glad, I was worried I hurt you with the door. Sorry I did not stay, I was with my mother on the phone.'<</melissa>> She feels genuinely relieved. She speaks English fluently, with minimal hesitation, although with a heavy foreign accent. And she is also gesticulating quite a bit, punctuating everything she says with a motion of her hands. Based on experience from college and the London supermarket you worked at, this would make her Italian, they are notorious for moving their hands a lot while talking. As you gather your things, you think back to the phone call and the odd Italian you heard her speaking. You are tempted to ask her, but you hesitate because you don't want to sound like a snoop. This leads to an awkward pause as you ponder how to keep the conversation going. Thankfully she takes the initiative. <<melissa>>'So, you are British...'<span> She starts while squinting her eyes as she sizes you up. </span>'And you're new here. Are you working at Noir?'<</melissa>> <<you>>'Yes, as a matter of fact I am. How do you know?'<</you>> You ask, a bit surprised at her deduction. She gives you a big satisfied smile <<melissa>>'Well, I know Doctor Winters' new hire from Britain had started recently and... Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. Mariastella Barberini, Teaching Assistant at Delvarma College.'<</melissa>> <<you>>'$name $lastname, a pleasure.'<</you>> You reply shaking her hand. <<melissa>>'I supervise Noir Institution's funding on behalf of the College, that is how I knew about it. And Jam- Dr Jamerson mentioned a British newbie, so when I heard you talking I connected the dots.'<</melissa>> Suddenly, her explanation makes a lot of sense, the College would need someone like her to monitor the Institution's activity and spending. As she keeps talking you cannot help but admire her curves and listen to her seductive contralto voice. She looks at the clock. <<melissa>>'I have to get going now. I will see you around and... welcome to Delvarma!'<</melissa>> <<you>>'Thank you, and see you soon!'<</you>> You bid her farewell as you're heading to the changing room. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $mialunch is 1 and $judgemia is 0>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Walking into the foyer of the Noir Institution you spot Mia behind the reception desk, focused on her monitor. Seeing her seems to bring a sense of calm and normalcy after your restless night. You can’t help but smile to yourself, with relief at being rid of your anxiety. As you get closer you notice her cheeks flushed, her eyes dilated and her breathing is slow and deep. <<you>>‘Mia?’<</you>> You say with a smirk, amused that she hadn’t noticed you. She visibly jumps from her stupor, her eyes wide. <<mia>>‘God! $name, what the actual fuck! Why would you do that!?’<</mia>> You giggle at her reaction. <<you>>‘You mean call your name?’<</you>> You ask innocently, as she removes headphones. <<mia>>‘No! Sneak up on a girl when she’s… focusing.’<</mia>> She pouts. <<you>>‘You’re right. I’m sorry. I won’t approach your desk again, without announcing myself at the door.’<</you>> You tease. <<mia>>‘Good. And, you should refer to me as “Her Highness, Princess Mia” when you do.’<</mia>> She plays along, smiling devilishly. You laugh. <<you>>‘Yes, Princess Mia. What had you so engrossed anyway?’<</you>> Mia’s eyes widen and the blush returns to her cheeks as she glances down at her screen, where the incriminating material still lingers. <<mia>>‘Oh, it’s… w-was s-something I was supposed to do for a study Jamerson conducted a while ago. Like a f-follow-up, I was supposed to do it last night but I may have had a little too much to drink and then it just slipped my mind.’<</mia>> She smiles feebly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.<<you>>‘Don’t let me distract you then. I don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble.’<</you>> You grin as you walk around her desk. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Mia]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You try to say hi to Mia on your way in but she seems absorbed by her computer screen. You don't want to bother her,<<if $judgemia is 1>> especially given your last conversation,<</if>> so you try waving at her, but she does not notice you. You shrug and head upstairs where you meet with Zoey. <<zoey>>'Hey, good morning, $name!<</zoey>> She says in a chipper, friendly tone. <<you>>'Good morning, Zoey!'<</you>> You say as you go sit at your desk. Before you have a chance to settle down, she comes to you. <<zoey>>'Hey, are you ok? You look... like you've seen a ghost. Was Miss Winters that bad?'<</zoey>> You laugh at her comment. <<you>>'No, no, she's... actually pretty cool. I just... had a rough night, but I'm fine, don't worry.'<</you>> You explain, without going into too much detail. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Zoey]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delvarma/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/MiaBBChypno.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Mia doesn’t make eye contact with you as you round the corner and catch sight of her screen. Images of black cock flick up on the screen, in rapid succession making it hard for you to focus on one before it’s replaced. <<if $pills is 1>>Your gaze is glued to the images, and for a moment you are unable to concentrate on anything else.<<else>>There’s a lure that seems to draw you into the flashing images.<</if>> Your mind quickly focuses on the pattern, and you're able to break away. Your traitorous mind instantly questions if that size is what Mia is used to and if you could ever compete. <<you>>‘Why are you so embarrassed about this? I’ve caught you watching porn before.’<</you>> You ask, pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind. She looks up at you and smiles weakly. <<mia>>‘Yes, but this is… different. It’s more personal. It’s the therapy that broke me out of the shy person I was before. Kind of like… sex therapy.’<</mia>> <<you>>‘That’s nothing to be ashamed of!’<</you>> You smile reassuringly. <<mia>>‘I know. I just… it’s hard to admit how painfully shy I was before. Being open and free with sex taught me to be more vocal in my day-to-day life, and have confidence in myself, no matter the situation.’<</mia>> She pauses for a second, before laughing. <<mia>>‘I didn’t mean for that to get so deep first thing in the morning.’<</mia>> <<you>>‘No, I’m actually happy for you.’<</you>> You laugh along with her. <<mia>>‘Oh, I meant to ask. You’re going to Lester's party right?’<</mia>> <<you>>‘The one on Saturday?’<</you>> You confirm. <<mia>>‘Yep, tomorrow! I was wondering if you wanted to go together? We could meet up beforehand and have drinks, just the two of us!’<</mia>> She gives you a sly smile. You couldn’t be sure, but her offer suggested more than she was saying. Before allowing yourself to get too excited, you remind yourself you’ve already said yes to Zoey. <<you>>’I would love that! The thing is, I already told Zoey I’d meet her before the party. But why don’t you come along too? I’ll ask Zoey when I’m in the office.’<</you>> You offer. <<mia>>‘I’d love to. Though…’<span> She smirks up at you.</span> ‘Are you sure I’m not gonna be a third wheel to anything?’<</mia>> You laugh. <<you>>‘If you’re there. I’m not sure I won’t be a third wheel!’<</you>> Mia thinks. <<mia>>‘Oh, you have a dirty mind! Though Zoey is sooo sweet, I think that would be fun!’<</mia>> <<you>>‘I didn’t mean it like that! I just thought you too would get along well!’<</you>> <<mia>>‘We do, actually, we just have different friendship circles.’<</mia>> She smiles, clearly looking forward to the event. <<you>>‘Great, then I’ll tell her as soon as I get upstairs. I don't think it will be an issue, but I'll let you know anyway’<</you>> You confirm. <<mia>>'Good, looking forward to tomorrow!'<</mia>> She waves you goodbye as you turn to the elevator. As soon as the door closes, a whirlwind of thoughts envelop you. If a girl like Mia was used to big c... ehm, large-sized penises like the ones she had been so engrossed in, would she ever want or be satisfied with someone like you? You're starting to feel hopeless, but you really don't want to start spiralling right now. You remind yourself that she seemed genuinely interested in you, and she even flirted a few times, you're pretty sure she did. She made her tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem the type to just string you along, she seems genuine. And while sex is important, maybe it's not all? Perhaps you could do other things to satisfy a girl like her… Maybe toys? <<if $afternoonoff is 1>> Like that ginormous butt plug that will never ever fit?<</if>>... These thoughts comfort you, at least you'll be able to hang out tomorrow. Also, Sex helped Mia be the most confident version of herself, perhaps something similar might work for you<<if $willpower gte 4>>, though maybe not as intense<</if>>. All the times you had made situations awkward with new people and people you had known for a long time flood your memories like a plague. Would sex be the answer? Again, you start to spiral, which is not good. Come on! You tell yourself, just a few hours and I'll get to the doctor, I can do this. The ding of the elevator snaps you back to reality and pushes those intrusive thoughts out of your mind.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Mia 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you lay down your bag, you notice Zoey is still standing in front of you, hesitating to speak. <<you>>'Ehm... Is something wrong?'<</you>> You ask, trying to put her at ease. <<zoey>>'No, no, everything's fine... I was wondering if you'd like to invite Mia to join us. She and I... don't run in the same circles but she's definitely good company...'<</zoey>> She trails off and looks at you for approval. <<if $judgemia is 1>> You lower your eyes in shame. What Zoey said, actually sounds like a really good idea, but you haven't spoken to Mia since she snapped at you and you don't know... <<zoey>>'Wait, what's going on?'<</zoey>> Zoey's question interrupts your stream of thoughts and you look up at her. Her previous hesitation is gone, and now she is looking at you with probing, inquisitional eyes. <<you>>'Errr... It's j-just t-that I... I...'<</you>> Your words remain stubbornly stuck in your throat as Zoey's eyes narrow even further, going from searching to accusatory. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeynarroweyes.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Ok, what did you do?'<</zoey>> She asks, slowly and deliberately. You take a deep breath. <<you>>'I... I'm sorry, I messed up. I said something wrong to her the other day, and she blew me off. I'd like... I'd really like for us to hang out together, but... She does not want to talk to me.'<</you>> Zoey's expression mellows. <<zoey>>'I see. Look, if you want to hang out, go and tell her, and make sure to apologize first. Mia... Well, I don't know her that much but she does not seem the type to hold a grudge, as long as you're honest she should forgive you.'<</zoey>> Her words bring you solace and you smile in relief. <<zoey>>'What are you waiting for? Go!'<</zoey>> Zoey straight up barks orders at you, though you can see she is smiling as she does so. <<you>>'Ok, ok, I'm going, I'm going. So, the three of us tomorrow at your place?'<</you>> You say as you grab your things and quickly walk to the elevator. <<zoey>>'Yes, tomorrow, early afternoon. And don't forget the apology!'<</zoey>> She says, again maintaining that commanding tone from earlier. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Zoey 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> You briefly consider her words. You briefly met Mia when you arrived <<if $mia is 1>>then hang out with her a bit on the same day<</if>>, and then met her briely at the gym, but you did not get a bad first impression. You also get the sense that Zoey does not want you to think that she is inviting you to her place in... a romantic way. Mia could definitely be fun to have there, but perhaps you would feel better with just Zoey? Hmmm... Decisions, decisions. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree that Mia should come along|Preparty Zoey 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say that you will prefer if only Zoey was there|Preparty Zoey 1a]]>><<set $miainvitedtopreparty to 0>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Starting to work is not as easy as it seems. Part of you just wants to go home, curl up in your bed and spend the day just recovering, especially because you know you will not be productive in your sleep-deprived state. You take a moment to focus and as you look around you surprise yourself feeling almost glad to be here. As tired as you are, work will keep you focused. As you start the by-now-usual flow of images, you definitely feel better. So, turns out you are actually looking forward to spending a quiet day at the office...<<zoey>>'Oh, hey $name!'<span> says Zoey as she comes back in. </span>'Jamerson just texted and wants to see you. I think you'd better go there right away.'<</zoey>> Yup, I spoke too soon, you tell yourself. Still, you don't want to keep him waiting, so you thank Zoey with a smile and hastily make your way upstairs. <<if $afternoonoff is 0>> As you turn the corner you see Oli sitting in front of Nikki. Jamerson's office door is closed. <<nicki>>'Ah, $lastname there you are, please sit.'<</nicki>> says Nicki pointing to a chair left of Oli. You immediately lower your eyes, recalling yesterday's... encounter with Jamerson. It is difficult to reconcile the elegant, poised woman in front of you to the one that was... ecstatically servicing Jamerson on the other side of the door. <<nicki>><<if $clothes is 2>>'I see that you are finally wearing a proper attire'.<<elseif $refuse is 1>>'I was not expecting for you to wear decent clothing but this is... actually acceptable, keep wearing it.'<<else>>'See what I mean, Scott? $lastname might have just started but at least he knows how to wear proper clothing.'<</if>><</nicki>> You keep your head down, still a bit... unnerved by her intensity, and just calmly ask <<you>>'Shouldn't we be meeting with Dr Jamerson?'<</you>>. She gives you an annoyed look, then glances at Oli as she replies. <<nicki>>'He is busy on a call, which means I have to deal with you two.'<</nicki>> She adds flippantly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Olimeet 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> As you turn the corner, you see Nicki in her usual attire, standing up and facing with a pale young man, who is nervously keeping his head down. Jamerson's office door is currently closed. <<nicki>>'Ah, $lastname there you are, please sit.'<span> says Nicki pointing to a chair.</span> 'This is Scott. Scott, this is $name $lastname.'<</nicki>> <<oli>>'Oliver... Oli, pleased to meet you.'<</oli>> He says as you shake hands. You can tell he is trying to be cordial, but is clearly put off by Nicki's... intense attitude. <<if $willpower gte 4>> You acknowledge his nervousness and keep the handshake going for a moment as you make eye contact with him and smile back. As you both turn back towards Nicki you glance and see that his shoulders are relaxing as he takes a big breath in and focuses. <</if>> Nicki looks you over. <<nicki>><<if $clothes is 2>>'I see that you are finally wearing a proper attire'.<<elseif $refuse is 1>>'I was not expecting for you to wear decent clothing but this is... actually acceptable... Keep wearing it.'<<else>>'See what I meant, Scott? $lastname might have just started but at least he knows how to dress the part.'<</if>><</nicki>> You keep your head down, not wanting to <<if $willpower gte 0>>provoke<<else>>interact with<</if>> her any longer than necessary and bring the conversation back to why you were called here.<<you>>'Shouldn't we be meeting with Dr Jamerson?'<</you>> She gives you an annoyed look, then glances at Oli as she replies. <<nicki>>'He is busy on a call, which means I have to deal with you two.'<</nicki>> She adds flippantly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Olimeet 2b]]>><</button>></div><</if>></div>

<<if $judgemia is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delvarma/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $miainvitedtopreparty to 1>> As you go down to the entrance, you mentally prepare yourself to apologize. You really don't want to do this when you are this tired, but Zoey has a point: it's better to do this now and don't let it fester, especially if Mia is not a particularly resentful person. You take a big breath as the lift opens and you step out. As you approach Mia turns to you and immediately tenses up as she sees you. You want to avoid an awkward silence, so you blurt out <<you>>'I'm so sorry!'<</you>> before realizing that you were practically screaming and probably half the campus heard you. Mia looks a bit shocked but does not seem angry, so you lower your voice and continue. <<you>>'That was... loud, sorry. I... I messed up the other day, I should not have said that, and I'm really really sorry. I... did not mean to judge you, it... it was just unexpected and it came out wrong and... I'm sorry I hurt you. P-please?'<</you>> Again, everything comes out at once, and you're hoping that your apology can at least sound coherent enough. Mia gives you a very serious look. Then she speaks, slowly and calmly. <<mia>>'Ok, I... Can see that you mean well, but are you prepared to earn your forgiveness?'<</mia>> <<if $ablie is 0>>Oh, crap, is this another pink panties situation? You think, shuddering in horror. Still, you cannot back down at this point.<<else>>You brace at her upcoming request, you have no idea what she is about to ask but at this point there is no way to back down.<</if>> <<you>>'Yes, anything you need. Please Mia, I really spoke out of turn, let me fix this.'<</you>> She looks at you, angry and determined. <<mia>>'Very well. From this day forward...'<</mia>> She stands, to add to the solemnity of the moment. <<mia>>'You shall call me... Her Highness Princess Mia!'<</mia>> You look up at her incredulous. On a first glance, she seems deadly serious, but you can see the left corner of her mouth tilting upwards. On realizing that she is messing with you, you breathe out in relief and join her upcoming laughter. After that, she speaks once more, this time in her usual relaxed manner. <<mia>>'Apology accepted. I... might have over-reacted a bit. What you said was not nice, but I should have remembered that all of this is new to you instead of yelling. So, there is only one thing left to do... Reconciliation Hug!'<</mia>> And she leaps forward, enveloping you in her arms as you stumble backwards to regain your balance. You normally don't handle physical contact very well, but the previous relief makes everything easy. You also try not think of her boobs squeezing against your chest to avoid an awkward boner.<<if $willpower gte 2>> You notice that her embrace lingers on a few seconds longer, almost as if she wants to feel closer to you.<</if>> <<mia>>'Sooooo, I guess I'll see you around?'<</mia>> She says as she gets back behind the desk. <<you>>'Yes... Oh, are you going to the party tomorrow?'<</you>> <<mia>>'Yes, will you be going as well?'<</mia>> She asks, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. <<you>>'Yes. Zoey invited me and... Well, we wanted to invite you to her house for drinks in the afternoon, and then we'll go to the party together.'<</you>> She perks up. <<mia>>'Sure, sounds fun, I'm in! I'll ask Zoey later for directions. See you later!'<</mia>> <<you>>'Bye, and again, sorry... Your Highness.'<</you>> You say making an elaborate curtsy in front of her. With a pep in your step, you go back to the elevator, bring the happy news to Zoey and sit down to begin your workday.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Olimeet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $miainvitedtopreparty to 1>> <<you>>'I agree, let's invite her as well. Shall I go down and ask?'<</you>> <<zoey>>'No, it's fine, I'll do it myself, I have to go anyway, you start working and tomorrow afternoon we'll meet at my place!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey with unusual giddiness. As you watch her leave you sit down and start your workday. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Olimeet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<nicki>>'So, there will be an investor meeting in a few weeks, and Dr Jamerson wants everything to run smoothly. Which means everyone must be caught up with how bureaucracy works. Now, Scott, you just went through the introductory seminar: Dr Jamerson wants you to show $lastname the ropes, possibly outside working hours. You think you are up for it?'<</nicki>> She asks. You detect a hint of scepticism in her voice. You look at the pale guy, who is a bit nervous<<if $willpower gte 4>> but your previous smile puts him at ease. He focuses and replies: <<oli>>'Well, yes, it's... a bit unexpected but won't be an issue! We can start... this very evening, if...'<</oli>> He trails off while he turns to you, his eyes almost pleading for confirmation. <<you>>'Yes, this evening's fine, the sooner the better.'<</you>> You reply, turning to Nicki to reassure her. She nods. <<nicki>>'Ah, that's good. Schedule a few extra meetings just to be sure, if Dr Jamerson looks bad there will be Hell to pay.'<span> She pauses as she types something, then continues. </span>'Can I count of you to learn at least the gist of this ASAP?'<</nicki>> She says suddenly turning to you. <<you>>'Y-Yes, of course, I'll do my best!'<</you>> You say, trying your best to convey resolve. <<else>> and does not seem willing to raise his gaze. You cannot help but sympathize with him, Nicki seems really impatient, and, in his place, you would probably stand frozen as well. Finally he says: <<oli>>'I'll... I'll try my best, I did not know...'<</oli>> He is cut off by Nicki. <<nicki>>'Good, then start as soon as possible. If you make Jamerson look bad... well, let's just say you’ll be sorry.'<span> She states ominously. </span>'Oh, and by you I mean both of you, is that clear?'<</nicki>> She asks while focusing her gaze on you. <<you>>'Y-yes, d-definitely.'<</you>> You stammer through your reply, suddenly feeling her glare. <</if>> As she finishes, the printer hums to life and she takes out a single sheet, containing a series of bullet points and hands it to Oli. <<nicki>>'I compiled a list. Obviously the budget allocation request is top priority.'<</nicki>> She says bluntly while passing the list to Oli. As Oli studies it, you cannot help but focus on Nicki. She is even more so than her usual intense self, and, for once, you are happy not to be the focus of the conversation. <<nicki>>'Good, then we are done here, you can go back to work.'<</nicki>> You both stand up as she dismisses you.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Olimeet 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You take a deep breath as you try to recall that very difficult period in your life. <<you>>'Well, my parents died and had to dispose of their possessions while my sister was refusing to talk to me. At the same time, my tutor was... pressuring me into delivering my thesis because my research was linked to a project of his and, well, it all felt... too much. Adrian was there for me, all the way. He kept me grounded throughout, pushed me when I needed to work and took me out of the house when I needed a break.'<</you>> You sense yourself spiralling again, so you calm down and take a few deep breaths. As you are slowly regaining control, you wonder why you are reacting so strongly. After all it's been years and you were always... fine, why now? You do not feel ready to keep on talking. Thankfully Tanya notices it and comes to your rescue. <<tanya>>'Well, let's see if I can at least explain something. The panic attack, as I said, is a symptom, and is triggered by stress. However, the underlying issue was always there, and I don't think it has been dealt with. I am speculating...'<</tanya>> You interrupt her. <<you>>'Wait, are you saying that I still have the same problem as back then?'<</you>> Tanya hesitates for a moment, then replies. <<tanya>>'I don't know for sure.'<span> She says resolutely, putting her hands forward as an apology. </span>'But it makes some sense. Again, I am speculating, but I am assuming your life in London since graduating has been... well, everything stayed the same, more or less?'<span> You nod in confirmation, focused on following her reasoning. </span>'So, you led a sheltered life, which effectively shielded you. Based on what you told me, it might have been unfulfilling, but still, it protected you through the routine and of course your friend<<if $chastity is 1 or $telladrian is 0>>s<</if>>. Now everything has shifted again: you told me you want to and you are happy to be here, so that is not an issue. What may be an issue is the fact that you are...'<span>She makes quotations in the air with her hands.</span>'Exposed now, or at least more exposed than you were in London.'<</tanya>> You carefully consider her words. What she is saying makes sense to you, at least partially. You like the fact that she is being careful and that she is working off of your statements. <<you>>'So do you know what these problems are and could you make them go away?'<</you>> You ask, getting to the matter at hand. Tanya does not reply immediately and instead gives you a gentle smile. <<tanya>>'Well, not yet, this is not something I can diagnose in a single encounter. Also, if I am correct and this is the same issue as when you graduated, this means it's something... big, and we should not rush it, both the understanding and the cure will take time. A rushed diagnose could compromise the treatment and we would end up at square one... if not worse: I don't mean to scare you, but mental health can degrade rapidly, especially during times of passage when everything around you is constantly changing. So, let's keep talking and see where it takes us.'<</tanya>> As she talks she stands up, goes to the water dispenser and pours some water for herself and for you, setting yours on the table. As you drink, you ponder her words. On the one hand, you are disappointed by her answer: you hoped for a quick resolution. On the other hand, you understand her reasoning, especially if she is right and this is indeed deeper than just stress.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TanyaTherapy 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Tanya writes down a few notes on her pad and gives you a moment with your thoughts. <<if $therapyshare gte 2>>You shared information with her, hopefully she is able to use it to help you<<else>>You shared only essential information with her, you felt like she was focusing too much on the past rather than your present condition<</if>>. Aside from that, you feel a bit relieved: she seems to take you seriously and... well, it felt good to talk about these things. A part of you always felt bad about not going back to Doctor Garrett, and this... this gives you closure, or some closure at least. After this moment of silence, you speak once more. <<you>>'Thank you for listening to me, and for providing me with the... pod and headphones. Is-is there anything else that can be done?'<</you>> You ask, a bit hesitantly. <<tanya>>'Well, yes, I was just getting to it. I spoke to Abigail earlier and she hinted at... problems with physical contact?'<span> Your cheeks immediately flush with embarrassment, but before you can reply she resumes. </span>'It's fine, and there is nothing wrong with that per se. But this can add to the stress, so we should try to work on it, at least so you can be more relaxed around people. So, please disrobe, you can keep your underwear, and lay on the medical bed.'<</tanya>> <<if $willpower gte 2>>You briefly consider objecting to her, but end up saying nothing. After all, this can help you, and you cannot deny that you are a little bit curious about what she has in mind.<<else>>You should say something but her authoritative tone makes you obey instinctively. After all, this can be helpful.<</if>> As you take off your clothes, you notice she is putting on medical gloves with a swift, experienced gesture. You follow her instructions and lay head down on the medical bed, which has a hole for the face, like a typical massage bed. The doctor spreads some cream on her gloves, then starts massaging your shoulders. You immediately feel a warm sensation spreading from your shoulders and the fruity scent of the cream fills your nostril. <<tanya>>'Let me know if it is too much, all right?'<</tanya>> She tells you in a caring voice, while her fingers press slightly against your spine. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/backmassage.jpeg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The sensation is kind of intense for you at the start: you are unused to physical contact and every movement from the doctor is sending your brain into overdrive. Still, it's not too much, and after the first few movements you find yourself relaxing, as Tanya's precise hands dig into your muscles. As your breathing normalizes, she speaks once more. <<tanya>>'That's it. Relax the body, relax the mind. Now, tell me about your meeting with Abigail. I heard she took you to Umu. did you enjoy the sushi?'<</tanya>> She asks while she moves in front of you and starts digging into your neck. You moan slightly as her fingers slowly move upwards. <<you>>'Hm... Well, yes, it was delicious. And the location is amazing, between the decor and the view from the balcony.'<span> You pause for a moment, focusing on Tanya's heels which keep adjusting as she moves around.</span>'And Ms. Winters was good company. She was... hmmm... I don't want to say cold but... detached during the interview. Yesterday she... aah... was nice, downright amiable.'<</you>> You struggle a bit to maintain focus, as Tanya's movement start to feel really good. But, you think, maybe this is the purpose of the massage. <<tanya>>'Yes, she can be lovely. How do you think the meeting went?'<</tanya>> Again, you relax and while her hands slowly move up your neck, you think on your answer.</div> <<if $ablie is 1 or $ablie is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about the meeting in detail|TanyaTherapy 7g]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her but do not mention the lie|TanyaTherapy 7h]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<if $willpower gte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Answer and try to get info on Abigail|TanyaTherapy 7c]]>><<set $abigailinfo to 1>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $abmeet gte 10>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go into detail on the meeting|TanyaTherapy 7a]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her but be vague about it|TanyaTherapy 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $abmeet lte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Be honest about it|TanyaTherapy 7d]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her but be vague about it|TanyaTherapy 7e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go into detail on the meeting|TanyaTherapy 7f]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her but be vague about it|TanyaTherapy 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Tanya has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'Well' <span>You start a bit hesitantly.</span> '<<if $abmeet lte 4>>Not great. I mean she was not angry but I feel like I should have done better. But that was not the worse.<<elseif $abmeet gte 10>>Well, I think? She seemed impressed, at least as far as the whole meeting went. But then...<<else>>Well enough? She seemed pleased, overall. But...<</if>>' <</you>> You stop to take a deep breath. You briefly consider withholding the information, but it's likely she will find you anyway and might as well tell everything. <<you>>'Thing is, I lied. And she saw through me right away. It was... petty and stupid, I shouldn't have done it.'<</you>> You say with some difficulty. You can sense yourself tense up under the doctor's hands. Thankfully, she starts talking. <<tanya>>'Yeah, that is a bit of a... faux pas with her. Stay still, I am going to work on your neck. What did she do?'<</tanya>> You stay quiet for a moment as her fingers dig into your neck, and you immediately feel more relaxed. <<you>>'Well,<<if $ablie is 0>> I declined her... reward and, when she pointed out I lied, I apologized and asked for forgiveness and... She offered me a deal, I... I think she might get over it if I keep my... end of the bargain.<<elseif $ablie is 1 and $abinoreward is 1>>I declined her reward and when she pointed out I lied I... apologized. She said she was ready to move past it, but still, she was disappointed, I... I don't know whether or not she will forgive me. <<elseif $rejectabi is 0>>I stupidly thought I would get away with it and... well, during the... reward... she taught me a... lesson. After that, she told me she was ready to move on, but still, she was disappointed. I... I don't know if she will actually forgive me.<</if>>'<</you>> You say, telling the gist of the story without going into too much detail. Tanya seems fine with... intimate stuff, but you don't know if Abigail will actually be okay with it. Thankfully she does not press the point. <<tanya>>'Interesting, thank you for telling me. <<if $ablie is 0>> If she proposed some sort of bargain, she is serious about it, so I would advise you to keep your end of the deal. <<else>> She can keep a grudge, I have seen that. On the other hand, she still wants to work with you and is aware that you just started, so I would not worry about it too much. Keep looking for opportunities to impress her and I am sure this won't be an issue.<</if>> How is the pressure? Is it too much?' <</tanya>> <<you>>No, it's fine, keep... ahh... keep going like this.'<span> You say, lost in the sensation. Your skin feels on fire as every movement from her brings you stronger goosebumps. </span>'And thank you for your advice.'<</you>> You add at the end, as you hear a slight chuckle from her. Meanwhile, you realize that, while you were talking, you got aroused and you are now rock hard, the prone position probably contributing to the blood flow to your genitals. You realize you will soon have to turn and your erection will be on full display.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just show it|TanyaTherapy 8a]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat-2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try to keep it down|TanyaTherapy 8b]]>><<set $tanyastat to $tanyastat+2>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Tanya has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<tanya>>'Ok, that is done, now turn around, please.'<</tanya>> <<if $willpower gte 2>> You managed to focus and suppress your erection enough that it's at half mast: not protruding, but still noticeable. As you turn around, you look at her and shoot her an apologetic look. She does not reply, but seems to appreciate the gesture. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/halfmastmassage.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<else>> You try as hard as you can, but the doctor's expert ministrations are just too much for you and your penis stubbornly refuses to go down.. As you turn around, you try to mumble an apology. <<you>>'S-so sorry, I-I...'<</you>> Tanya makes a dismissive gesture. <<tanya>>'It's fine, don't worry about it. Now, lie down and let me finish.'<</tanya>> You meekly nod and obey her, trying not to think about your dick poking out of your <<if $panties is 2>>boxers<<else>>panties<</if>>, even though your face is probably redder than it has ever been. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/peekingdick.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div><</if>> She briefly works on your shoulders then starts working on your chest. <<if $pills is 1>> Again, you feel your nipples hardening at her touch, they feel so sensitive lately<<else>> She gently massages around your nipples, and your skin feels on fire just from the contact<</if>>. You moan as you slowly relax under her touches, and your breathing normalizes as the massage seems to be winding down. <<if $willpower gte 2>> Your dick twitches a couple of times but you manage to keep it under control. <<else>> Your dick stay hard throughout, almost mocking your attempts at relaxing.<</if>> By the end you feel a warm, pleasant sensation spreading through your skin and muscles. She stops and touches you on the shoulder to signal she is done. She takes off the gloves and takes a few notes on her notepad. <<tanya>>'All right, how are you feeling? Better, I hope?'<</tanya>> <<you>>'Yes, thank you, I feel much more relaxed. And... sorry about... earlier.'<</you>> You mumble, your cheeks flushing with shame. <<tanya>>'Hush, don't worry about it. We need to talk about the pills I gave you. Now, I just ordered you to take them, based on my evaluation of what you needed, and, given you are still adjusting to a new life here, perhaps I was too hasty with them.<</tanya>>. <<if $pills is 0 or $hidepills is 1>> She gives you a strange look, which makes your heart jump a little. Does she know? How?<</if>> She pauses and waits for you to get dressed. <<tanya>>'So, let's make a deal. No dietary restrictions and no pills for the weekend. This way you can relax, enjoy the party and vary your diet a bit more. Then on Monday and for the next two weeks, resume the diet and take supplements regularly. This way you'll get a bit more time and I'll have results in two weeks. As always, if there are issues, my door is open.'<</tanya>> She gives you a large smile and extends her hand, as a gesture to seal the deal.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Shake her hand and agree (truth)|TanyaTherapy 9]]>><<set $promisetanyatakepills to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Shake her hand and agree (lie)|TanyaTherapy 9]]>><<set $promisetanyatakepills to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $thereisnoemotion is 1>><div class="box upwillpower mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;You have achieved a moment of inner peace@@</span></b></center></div><</if>> <<if $zoeylunch is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><div class="box mini-br-after"> You meet Oli in front of the coffee shop where you had lunch with Zoey. You thought it would be a better location to study rather than the cafeteria, who gets busy around this hour. <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><div class="box mini-br-after"> You meet Oli in front of the cafeteria. It's a bit busy at this hour, but you should have no problem picking a table where you can study in peace.<</if>><<set $olifriendship to 1>> He's dressed once again in an expensive looking outfit, on the smarter side of casual. <<you>>'Oli! Hey!'<</you>> You call, getting his attention. <<oli>>'$name! Great timing, I literally just got here!'<</oli>> He smiles broadly, taking out his headphones with one hand. <<you>>'You said you had a plan for this evening?'<</you>> You ask. <<oli>>'Yes, I thought we might study here, have dinner and then go somewhere, just to hang out, you know?'<</oli>> From his tone, you get he is hoping you will agree. You see no reason to crush his hopes: yes, you feel tired, but you are not looking forward to go back to your apartment and you could use the company until you are ready to fall asleep. <<you>>'That sounds great! Shall we go in?'<</you>> <<if $zoeylunch is 1>> As you come in, you immediately go to the table in the corner and claim it, as it has the best light and two sofas where you both can relax. You both place your order and set up your computers. <<oli>>'This is a really cool place, very quiet and... comfy.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Yes, Zoey, my co-work- well, technically she is my direct superior, showed it to me. I thought it would be better than the cafeteria. And the coffee is really good.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Look forward to trying it. All right, let's dive in, the sooner we finish here, the sooner we can move on to have fun!'<</oli>> <<else>> As you come into the cafeteria, you look at the queue forming at the counter and, after exchanging a quick glance with Oli, you split and claim a table in the corner while Oli stands in line. In twenty minutes, you are all set with your laptops out and your dinner on the table. <<you>>'All right, I think we are set. It's a bit busier than I thought.'<</you>> You say referring to the cafeteria. Oli looks around, then says <<oli>>'Yes... But it's fine! I was worried about the noise, but like this it's totally manageable. We could look for another place since we will we doing this regularly.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Indeed. I'll ask around if anyone knows a comfy place, like a coffee shop or something.'<</you>> Oli nods. <<oli>>'Yes, that would be best. All right, let's dive in, the sooner we finish here, the sooner we can move on to have fun.'<</oli>> <</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Oli date 1]]>><</button>>@@</div></div>

<<if $zoeylunch is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> You pretty soon find a rhythm where you eat while Oli explains. Then you try it while Oli eats and guides you through the process. You still feel pretty tired but this is definitely not high-level statistical analysis: it's just a matter of knowing the procedure and to be thorough when filling up the various forms. Oli stutters a lot, he is very shy and often hesitates before explaining something, almost like he is afraid to offend you. You do your best to assuage his concerns and listen to him. Overall he is a pretty good teacher, considering how little time he had to prepare for the role. A couple of hours go by and you get at least an idea on bureaucratic procedure at Noir. But you will definitely need more than this, and after two hours you start to zone out, the lack of sleep getting to you. Thankfully Oli notices that. <<oli>>'Well, we have done a first overview of the basic procedure and I... I think that's enough. Shall we go somewhere else, or would you prefer to call it an evening?'<</oli>> You ponder the question for a moment, but decide to prolong the night, you really don't want to go home yet. <<you>>'No, I'm a bit tired but I am up to do something else if you are. Do you have something in mind?'<</you>> Oli thinks about it for a moment. <<oli>>'W-well... I thought about a movie, but there is nothing really interesting at the moment. There is however a pottery class starting soon. I booked a place for the two of us this morning just in case.'<</oli>> He says sheepishly. <<you>>'That sounds interesting. Although I have no experience whatsoever with pottery, would that be an issue?'<</you>> Oli smiles in relief and adopts a thoughtful expression. <<oli>>'Hmmmm... I'm not sure. I have some experience, but not a lot. We could go there and ask the instructor if that’s ok?'<</oli>> <<you>>'All right. Worst case scenario, I'll watch you and we can chat.'<</you>> You say putting away your laptop and getting ready to go. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Oli date 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/college classroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/JanosLadapottery.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The pottery class takes place on campus in a basement. A classroom has been rearranged so that every student has one of those potter's wheel with water beneath that rotate very quickly. You count ten people in the room, including the instructor, a large man in his late fifties with a grey beard, puffy cheeks and a big, welcoming smile. <<louis>>'Oh, new faces! Welcome, I'm Jànos Lada and this is my class.'<</louis>> He has a booming though not unpleasant voice. His name and physical appearance suggest Eastern Europe, like Romania or Hungary. His heavy 'yee-haw' accent, on the other hand, suggests he is from Texas, so probably a second or third generation immigrant. <<oli>>'T-thank you. I-I... am... Oliver...'<</oli>> Oli's shyness seems to get the better of him, so you step in. <<you>>'And I'm $name, pleased to meet you. Sorry for dropping in like this. Unfortunately I... This is my first time crafting pottery.'<</you>> Jànos smiles at you. <<louis>>'Oh, it's aaaaallright, mahboy!'<</louis>> He says dismissing your concerns. <<louis>>'What about you?'<</louis>> He asks turning to Oli. <<if $willpower gte 4>> Seeing him struggle, you give him an encouraging smile.<<else>>You look at him as he is trying to compose himself enough to reply to Jànos.<</if>> <<oli>>'W-well, yes, I did p-pottery in high school... S-several t-times in fact... It's been a while b-but I remember the basics...'<</oli>>Jànos looks pensive for a second. <<louis>>'You know how to centre the base and cone the clay?'<</louis>> He asks Oli. <<oli>>'Yes, t-that I know how to do. I even remember how to knead.'<</oli>> Oli replies, this time more confidently. <<louis>>'Ab-so-lutely great! See, I've been running this group for a while, and we are moving on to throwing and trimming, and I fear it miiight be just too advanced for your friend. However, you can sit here, opposite one another.'<</louis>> He points to a potter's wheel on the side that can accommodate two chairs. <<louis>>'Here, $name. This way Oliver can show you how it's done. Oh, and you don't need to bother with kneading, I've alllready prepared the clay. Just focus on centring and coning.'<</louis>> Upon hearing this, Oli nods in confirmation. <<louis>>'I'll teach the class and will check regularly on you, don't worry. And again, weeelcome to my class!'<</louis>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/pottery wheel.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As you sit down, Oli takes a ball of clay and hands it to you. <<oli>>'So, apparently I still have much to teach!'<</oli>> He says, laughing. You briefly think about his behaviour: the extreme shyness while he spoke to the instructor and how much more talkative he seems with you. <<you>>'Well, teach away! I am but your humble Padawan.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Very well, see that pedal? That regulates the speed of the wheel. You want to turn quickly but not too quickly. You will hold your hands around the clay. Yes, just like that but keep your elbows close to your body... hm, not... Ok, that's it but lean forward a bit. Yes, just so!'<</oli>> He proceeds to show you how to sit down and how to make the wheel spin, taking you through the basics.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Pay close attention|Oli date 2a]]>><<set $olifriendship to $olifriendship+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Listen occasionally and look around|Oli date 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/college classroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/JanosLadapottery.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<oli>>'So, take the clay and try to center it as best you can. If it wobbles when you increase the speed of the wheel, then you are doing it wrong. If that happens, we'll try again. Now'<span> he hands you the rounded clay</span> 'just chuck it in the center of the wheel.'<</oli>> You give him a puzzled look. <<oli>>'Go ahead, it's the best way to do it. Remember, it needs to stick to the wheel.'<</oli>> As you are still hesitant, you remark at how relaxed Oli seems as he focuses on the wheel. You follow his instructions and chuck the clay in the centre: then you start rotating and it does not seem to wobble. <<oli>>'Good, you got it. Now, keep your hands like I told you and start adding water. Slowly. Yes, keep going, see how the clay becomes malleable.'<</oli>> You do as he says, and keep going. Slowly, you are starting to sink your fingers in the clay, but you still sense some resistance from the clay itself. <<you>>'Now it's starting to be malleable, but it still feels... uneven.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Yes, that is why you now need to cone it. Gently squeeze the clay to form a... cone.'<</oli>> You catch a slight hesitation in his voice, as he puts his hands on yours and starts guiding your movements. As you follow his input, you suddenly realize a possible reason for the hesitation. The clay now looks extremely... phallic. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/phallic clay 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'Oh... I see.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Yes, it's... suggestive. Now, bring it back to its original form.'<</oli>> He says as he lets go of your hands. As you shoot him a quick glance you notice that he is blushing heavily, just like you are. The realization that the embarrassment is mutual causes you to start laughing, and soon you are both giggling at the absurdity of it all. You keep practising coning and shaping the clay until the class comes to an end. You are both still giggling when Jànos approaches you. <<louis>>'Well, how'd you do?'<</louis>> He asks, clearly hopeful for a positive answer. You notice Oli hesitating.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Let him answer|Oli date 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take the initiative and praise the class|Oli date 3b]]>><<set $olifriendship to $olifriendship+1>><<set $likepotteryclass to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'It was really fun, thank you so much for having us! My... current schedule is... a bit hectic as I have just started to work here, but I will definitely find the time to come back.'<</you>> You glance at Oli and you see his eyes are gleaming with pride. Jànos thanks you both for coming and gives you his number, so you can call him in the future if you want to go to another class. You don't want to go home yet, and Oli seems to feel the same, so, as you are walking through the park surrounding the campus, you point to a bench and you both sit and relax. You sit down and there is a moment of comfortable silence as you take in the evening air and look at the stars above. The usual noise of the campus is slowly receding as the night sets in and the evening classes come to a halt. A gentle breeze is flowing through the trees, periodically announcing its arrival through the rustling of the leaves. Oli clears his throat a couple of times, then speaks. <<oli>>'Look, I... I wanted to thank you for indulging me, it's something...'<</oli>> He pauses, trying to find the words. Seeing him struggling, you try to help out. <<you>>'Hey, don't worry about it, I had a lot of fun. And this clearly seemed... I don't know, important to you?'<</you>> Oli smiles, looking nostalgic. <<oli>>'Yes, I did not realize before, but I missed this. The... the class brought back memories from high school. I... well, school was not a good place for me, but in pottery class I could hi- I mean I could be myself, you know?'<</oli>> It takes you a moment to grasp the meaning of that slip-up. Your blood boils a bit: unfortunately the world is full of Damions ready to steal your lunch and call you on the intercom to make you wear stupid aprons. <<you>>'Oh, now I feel like I need to apologize, I clearly did not realize...'<</you>> Oli cuts you off. <<oli>>'No, no, it's fine!'<</oli>> He notices your unconvinced look, so he puts his hand on your leg and turns to you with big brown eyes and an expression so serious that it's almost adorable. <<oli>>'Seriously, it's okay. Look, I'm... I know I'm not the... most talkative person, but I do pay attention. And I see that you are very tired: not just from the... bags... under your eyes, I mean. So, it's ok, and thank you for keeping me company, I just started here and despite the nice place, everything... has been quite lonely.'<</oli>> You don't quite know how to reply, so you keep quiet for a moment.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thank him profusely and offer to hang out more|Oli date 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Open up to him|Oli date 4b]]>><<set $olifriendship to $olifrendship+1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $telloliaboutnightmare to 1>>You hesitate for a moment, but decide to open up to Oli. After all, he confided in you, even if it's difficult you should try to do the same. You take a deep breath and let it out. <<you>>'Wow, thank you for that, I... Well, it's... a bit of a mess. I did not sleep well tonight, hence the bags under the eyes. Yesterday I had... an interview with my boss, Dr Winters, and <<if $abmeet gte 10>>I think it went well, though I have no way to know for sure<<elseif $abmeet lte 4>>I think it went poorly, though she assured me it was fine<<else>>I think it went... fine? Though I can't be sure 100%<</if>>. I...'<</you>> You stop talking as you sense your emotions building up. Oli does not say anything, but he touches your shoulder in silent encouragement. <<you>>'Well, I woke up after a nightmare and... had a panic attack.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Holy! Are you ok?'<</oli>> <<you>>'Yes, I'm a bit tired but I'm fine, I went to the doctor before our dinner. And while she tried to help me she also said that... this is not a one-off and I can expect more.'<</you>> Again you take a deep breath as you try to remain calm. <<if $thereisnoemotion is 1>>Strangely, relief comes relatively quickly: a couple of breaths and you find yourself back in control. This is a pleasant surprise as it never happened to you before.<</if>> Again, Oli gives you a worried look and quietly listens as you recover. <<you>>'And... that's it. Now I'm just worried I am going to f-mess up this opportunity.'<</you>> Oli stays silent for a moment, then replies. <<oli>>'I... I had no idea. And I... I don't know what to tell you, I am not... great at handling these things. Dad always says that I should be more m... decisive, but I just... get stuck, you know? Well, what did Dr Herschel say, about your job I mean?'<</oli>> <<you>>'Well, she... I am with Dr Reyamov, not Herschel. Anyway, she was really supportive and said she would vouch for me while I get treated to avoid me getting in trouble.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Ok, that is definitely good news. Now you can take it one day at a time, and hope the treatment works quickly enough.'<</oli>> You ponder his words, and find them strangely soothing. <<you>>'Thank you for saying this, and I think you're right. It's... just very fresh, you know? Still, you have a point, I'll take this slowly and hope I will improve quickly. Tell you what: why don't we make this a regular thing? Once a week we will hang out and do something. A movie, a drink, a pottery class, whatever we feel like, the important things is hanging out. Let's make this place less... lonely, as you said!'<</you>> Oli looks relieved at your words. <<oli>>'Agreed! And thank you, I know it... it can be hard when things change too quickly, especially when the workload is this heavy. It's true for me at Manufacturing so it must be doubly true for someone in Research. The pay is very good though.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Yeah, to be honest it seemed almost too good, but here we are and it checks out. The apartments are beautiful and <<if $afternoonoff is 1>>there is even a maid that cleans them regularly<<else>>I saw that there is someone who cleans regularly, like a maid<</if>>, I mean, I seriously could not ask for more.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Oh, right...'<</oli>> Oli's laconic reply takes you offguard. He seemed relaxed before and now he is suddenly tense. There is a moment of silence as you watch the lights in the campus being slowly turned off one after another. Still, Oli does not speak. You carefully look at him and he seems genuinely distraught. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tactfully ask what's wrong|Oli date 5a]]>><<set $olifriendship to $olifriendship+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try to cheer him up|Oli Date 5b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $olitellsaboutrosa to 1>>You don't want to overstep your boundaries, so you start slow. <<you>>'Hey, is everything ok? I don't mean to pry, but... Have I said something wrong?'<</you>> Oli shifts up, then smiles at you. <<oli>>'No, no, it's just... Well, it's the fact that you said "maid".'<</oli>> He goes quiet again, then suddenly speaks. <<oli>>'But it's not your fault, absolutely!'<</oli>> You are a bit surprised at this revelation. <<you>>'Err... Sorry, but I don't get it. What do you mean? If it's not a secret, of course!'<</you>> <<oli>>'No, it's fine, it's just... hard to talk about. There is this woman, Rosa Garcia, she... well, she was a... maid, well, she was called a maid but she was more of a housekeeper and she... Well, I grew up with her. My dad was always travelling and my mother... well, she was drinking. And she was always there for me, as I was there for her as she went through her divorce. Then, one year ago, dad fired her and she went away. When I moved here and started my job at NI, I tried to reach out. And... I don't know what I was expecting, but I was told today she wants nothing to do with me. Sorry, I did not mean to bring you down, it's just that... the shock is still recent, you know?'<</oli>> You instinctively give him a hug, and without much talking, the two of you stay like this on the bench. As Oli's breathing slows down, you speak once more. <<you>>'It's ok, I'm so sorry, that is hard to hear and thank you for telling me. What... what was she like?'<</you>> <<oli>>'She was great. Funny, caring, decisive when she needed to be, a great woman overall. Here, let me show you.'<</oli>> He pulls out his phone and shows you a picture. It features a slightly younger Oli and a Latina woman in her late 30s smiling and making goofy faces at a statue. Oli is wearing some sort of school uniform and she is wearing a maid apron, much like the one Damion made you wear. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/RosaGarcia.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Your eyes linger on the statue, a marble bust of a man with a short beard wearing some kind of tunic and a small helmet. His head leans to the right, and he seems to stare at something above him. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Hannibal1.jpeg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You laugh at the silliness of the picture. <<you>>'Aww, that is... adorable! I can see how close you were. '<</you>> <<oli>>'Thank you, at least I have good memories.'<</oli>> He says with a shrug. He is probably still sad about it but seems determined not to let it ruin the evening.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Oli date 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Hannibal1.jpeg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'Who is the guy with the intense gaze?'<</you>> You ask while you keep looking at the picture. <<oli>>'Oh. That's Hannibal. You know Hannibal Barca, the Ancient world tactician and strategist that fought against Rome?'<</oli>> As he says those words, you take a deep breath and plunge into the deepest recesses of your mind, trying to recall anything about Ancient history. <<you>>'Ehm... My knowledge of Ancient world... leaders is... patchy at best.'<</you>> You smile apologetically. <<you>>'I remember... vaguely... there was one leader who was killed in a brutal way, another who killed... his best friend, I think, and a third one who used elephants a lot. Come to think of it, they may be all the same one... Sorry.'<</you>> You say at the end, looking at the rapidly growing smile on Oli's face. <<oli>>'Hey, it's ok. My dad is very fond of Ancient world history, so I did a lot of extra reading. If I wanted to talk to him... about this I needed to know the subject matter. So, to your... patchy knowledge.'<</oli>> He pauses in playful mockery. <<oli>>'They are three different guys. Julius Caesar is the first one, and he was stabbed to death by Brutus, who together with Cassius, was the one who... led the plot against him. Hannibal is the one with the elephants. He rode an elephant into battle because he knew the Romans were afraid of them and wanted to become a symbol of fear himself.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Oh, cool. Well, seems on brand for someone who looks that... intense. But... I remember a show from a while ago... wasn't Hannibal black?'<</you>> <<oli>>'No, no, that is just... Hollywood. I mean this bust is based on a painting drawn when he was alive, so it is likely that the bust is based on his actual features, and he does not look black. He was from Carthage, which is in modern Northern Africa but the city was a Phoenician colony, so he was probably... Middle Eastern, I would say.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Ah, I see, thank you for the explanation. Was there even a leader who killed his best friend?'<</you>> You ask, still engrossed in his explanation. <<oli>>'Yes, that is Alexander the Great, wait, let me show him to you, here.'<</oli>> He shows you the stone head of a young man with curly hair, this time without a beard. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/AlexandertheGreat.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[He's kind of attractive|Oli date 6a]]>><<set $maleattraction to $maleattraction+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[He looks much younger|Oli date 6b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/AlexandertheGreat.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'No beard this time?'<</you>> You say, looking at the statue's somewhat delicate features. <<oli>>'No, there are plenty of statues of Alexander, all of them without a beard. Apparently, having a beard back then was considered a sign of manliness and soldiers kept long beards, which the enemies could just grab. So, Alexander made them shave and wanted to lead by example, I guess.'<</oli>> Says Oli, while looking at the picture. <<you>>'I see. He looks so... lean... and young.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Yeah...I mean, he died at 32...'<</oli>> You are both entranced for a few seconds, then Oli stands straight. <<oli>>'Ehm, anyway, he killed one of his closest friends because he was drunk at a party.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Ah, no assassination plot this time?'<</you>> Oli laughs at your palpable disappointment. <<oli>>'No, he was just drunk, they had a disagreement and it got out of hand. Thing is, they were with the army and were traversing an area where water was not safe to drink, so they drank wine all the time. Hence the constant drunkenness.'<</oli>> <<you>>'I see, so apart from that episode Alexander was a... more balanced warrior than Hannibal?'<</you>> Oli smiles at the question. <<oli>>'Haha, well, I'm not sure about that. Hannibal had his moments, don't get me wrong, but was always very focused on defeating the Romans. Alexander conquered what was then the known world and then moved beyond that. And it got to his head big time: one time he got separated from his men during a siege and threw himself at the enemies because he had convinced himself to be immortal.'<</oli>> You open your eyes wide. <<you>>'Wow. And how did it go?'<</you>> Oli shrugs while laughing. <<oli>>'Extremely poorly. One of the enemy soldiers sought to test his immortality by running a spear through his chest. He barely survived, losing a lung in the process.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Ouch. Can you even survive without a lung?'<</you>> Oli looks at you unsure. <<oli>>'Mah, apparently so? It's not ideal though. That was the last time he went into battle alongside his men. I mean, you got to admire the hubris and the courage to just attempt conquering the world like he did, at 20 years old by the way. But yeah, there is a reason he died at 32.'<</oli>> There is a quiet moment as you both laugh at the anecdote. Again, you are surprised to see how animated Oli gets with the right topic... and probably the right audience where he does not fear he might be judged. Just like with pottery, his eyes are shining with delight. Again, you look at the stars above as the lights on the campus are all but extinguished. A huge yawn catches you off guard, and you barely have time to cover your mouth. <<you>>'Ah, sorry.'<</you>> <<oli>>'No worries, it's getting late anyway, I'll let you go to bed and rest, you probably need it. Thank you for indulging me and sorry for the history... sermon.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Not a problem, your anecdotes were very funny. So...'<</you>> You stand up and adjust your clothing before grabbing your bag. <<you>>'Same time next week? Though I'll probably see you tomorrow at the party.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Ah, yes, I was planning to go as well, so yeah, see you tomorrow and we are set for next week! Goodnight and sleep well<<if $telloliaboutnightmare is 1>>. Oh, and call me if there is anything I can do for you, ok? Have a good one<</if>>!<</oli>> You bid him goodnight and make your way back to your apartment.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|End Oli date]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'No beard this time?'<</you>> You say, looking at the statue's somewhat delicate features. <<oli>>'No, there are plenty of statues of Alexander, all of them without a beard. Apparently, having a beard back then was considered a sign of manliness and soldiers kept long beards, which the enemies could just grab. So, Alexander made them shave and wanted to lead by example, I guess.'<</oli>> Says Oli, while looking at the picture. <<you>>'I see. He looks so... young. Was that the norm back then?'<</you>> <<oli>>'Not really. I mean, people lived shorter lives, but not by much. Hannibal was... around 25 when he started his war against Rome, while Caesar was 40. Alexander was just 20.'<</oli>> Oli replies but you notice that he has not taken his eyes off of the statue. <<oli>>'Still, there are no "older"…'<span> He does quotations with his fingers. </span>'statues of Alexander because he died at only 32.'<</oli>> He suddenly straightens his back and clears his throat. <<oli>>'Ehm, anyway, he killed one of his closest friends because he was drunk at a party.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Ah, no assassination plot this time?'<</you>> Oli laughs at your palpable disappointment. <<oli>>'No, he was just drunk, they had a disagreement and it got out of hand. Thing is, they were with the army and were traversing an area where water was not safe to drink, so they drank wine all the time. Hence the constant drunkenness.'<</oli>> <<you>>'I see, so apart from that episode Alexander was a... more balanced warrior than Hannibal?'<</you>> Oli smiles at the question. <<oli>>'Haha, well, I'm not sure about that. Hannibal had his moments, don't get me wrong, but was always very focused on defeating the Romans. Alexander conquered what was then the known world and then moved beyond that. And it got to his head big time: one time he got separated from his men during a siege and threw himself at the enemies because he had convinced himself to be immortal.'<</oli>> You open your eyes wide. <<you>>'Wow. And how did it go?'<</you>> Oli shrugs while laughing. <<oli>>'Extremely poorly. One of the enemy soldiers sought to test his immortality by running a spear through his chest. He barely survived, losing a lung in the process.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Ouch. Can you even survive without a lung?'<</you>> Oli looks at you unsure. <<oli>>'Mah, apparently so? It's not ideal though. That was the last time he went into battle alongside his men. On the one hand, how can you not admire someone who, at 20, goes up to conquer the whole world and kind of succeeds? He is still today a national hero in both Greece and North Macedonia. On the other hand... yeah, there is a reason he never made it past 32.'<</oli>>There is a quiet moment as you both laugh at the anecdote. Again, you are surprised to see how animated Oli gets with the right topic... and probably the right audience where he does not fear he might be judged. Just like with pottery, his eyes are shining with delight. Again, you look at the stars above as the lights on the campus are all but extinguished. A huge yawn catches you off guard, and you barely have time to cover your mouth. <<you>>'Ah, sorry.'<</you>> <<oli>>'No worries, it's getting late anyway, I'll let you go to bed and rest, you probably need it. Thank you for indulging me and sorry for the history... sermon.'<</oli>> <<you>>'Not a problem, your anecdotes were very funny. So...'<</you>> You stand up and adjust your clothing before grabbing your bag. <<you>>'Same time next week? Though I'll probably see you tomorrow at the party.'<</you>> <<oli>>'Ah, yes, I was planning to go as well, so yeah, see you tomorrow and we are set for next week! Goodnight and sleep well<<if $telloliaboutnightmare is 1>>. Oh, and call me if there is anything I can do for you, ok? Have a good one<</if>>!<</oli>> You bid him goodnight and make your way back to your apartment.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|End Oli date]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you step into the apartment, you feel a slight unease but thankfully no sense of dread, mostly because of how tired you are and the fact that you don't have to work tomorrow.<<if $thereisnoemotion is 1>>You feel that serene calm from before still lingering on, like a soothing voice in the back of your mind.<</if>> You are also eager to see if the doctor's sleep aid works. You quickly prepare for bed, your mind going back to the relaxing time you spent with Oli and the reassuring words of Tanya. As you get into bed, you put on the headphones and press play. You hear mostly soft, low humming sounds, mixed with nature sounds, like crickets chirping and wind rustling through the leaves, with the occasional bird. You somehow feel underwhelmed, and yet it seems to be working, as in a few minutes your conscience starts to slip away. You feel very light, somewhat floating along these sounds as you gently drift off to sleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyhouse1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You wake up with the alarm clock, and are immediately relieved you slept nearly ten hours straight. You spend the morning doing work-related stuff. Throughout the week, some of the bureaucracy has been accumulating, and it's the perfect opportunity to get it done. Once that has been dealt with, you make a run for groceries, since you will have to eat something in the weekend and don't want to rely exclusively on the Noir canteen. You eat a quick lunch, then start preparing for Zoey. You want to look your best, so you shower, and put Axe body spray all over your body. You briefly consider which clothes to wear: it's a party, so you look for something casual but stylish. <<if $clothes is 1>>Thankfully, Alana provided you with a pair of tight jeans and a blouse. It's not what you're used to wearing at parties, but, hey, trying new things!<<else>> Alana provided you with a pair of relatively tight jeans. You put one of your best shirts on top. It's the best you can come up with, hopefully Zoey will be happy. <</if>> You spend some time styling your hair the best you can, wetting your hands and flattening strays. When you finish, you observe yourself in the mirror. It’s not perfect but it feels like the best you can do. You make a mental note that you need a wider range of clothes now that you'll have a... more varied social life. Zoey's place is a bit far from the high-rise complex you live in. It's on the hillside, closer to the mountains, about a 40-minutes walk. You have to check the address multiple times, as all the buildings in this area look similar, several sets of semi-detached houses. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/delvarmaresidentialarea.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Her place, unlike the rest, is a detached house, larger than the rest. There is a garden with a small orchard and her name displayed on the front quells your fear about having the wrong house. You ring the bell and wait, a bit nervous about this whole arrangement. The door opens slightly, and Zoey's head pops out. <<zoey>>'$name, there you are! Come in, come in!'<</zoey>> As you reach the door, she pulls you inside and hugs you. That is when you realise she is wearing a very revealing set of lingerie. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeylingerie.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You’re painfully aware of her ample breasts squashed into your chest, while your fingers graze lightly against her impossibly smooth back. Zoey grins as she takes you by the hand, and pulls you into the house, leading you into the kitchen. You can’t help but watch her round ass cheeks sway. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeybutt.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Her kitchen is far nicer than yours and clearly designed to be cooked in, as opposed to yours which felt more like a kitchen for the sake of a kitchen. </div> <<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty ZM 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Z 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<zoey>>'Look who I found!'<</zoey>>’ Zoey announces as she pulls you into the kitchen. <<mia>>'Hiya cutie!'<</mia>>Mia squeals, finishing her drink and hopping off a bar stool to cuddle you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/mialingerie.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She’s in a similar state of undress, in provocative lingerie<<if $mialunch is 1>>, and though you’d seen her in a bra and panties before, her attire now was made for sex appeal<<else>>, not just a bra and panties, like you've Sophie in many times<</if>>. Mia’s arms wrap around you, the warmth of her body and the clean sweet smell of her hair sparks the all-too-familiar ache in your core. <<you>>‘Neither of you are ready?’<</you>> You ask, trying to subtly address the lack of clothing on the two girls, as Mia releases you. <<mia>>‘Zoey said we could get ready together. We were just about to do our makeup!’<</mia>> Mia turns away and starts making a drink for you. <<mia>>‘$name… Why do you smell like a boys' locker room?’<</mia>> <<you>>‘Wait… What do you mean?’<</you>> You ask, defensively. <<zoey>>‘Mia, why am I not surprised you know what a boys locker room smells like!’<</zoey>> Zoey intercedes giggling. <<mia>>'Err... High school? And meeting any teenage boy ever?'<</mia>> Mia replies, ignoring Zoey's playful jab. <<you>>'Ehm... Sorry, but... Do I smell that bad? It's... the body spray?'<</you>> You continue, feeling self-conscious. <<zoey>>'Naah, ignore Mia, she's just being... Well, are you using Axe body spray?'<</zoey>> She asks gently. <<you>>'Oh... yes.'<</you>> You say dejectedly. Mia cuts in, handing you your drink. <<mia>>'Hey, hey, it's not bad. It's just... very "teenage boy", that's all.'<</mia>> She caringly pats your back. <<zoey>>‘Why don't you have a quick shower? Then you can get ready with the two of us? The fun of getting ready together is… well, getting ready together.’<</zoey>> Zoey smiles, jumping to your side opposite Mia and tenderly squeezing your forearm. You take a few swigs of your drink, you definitely need the liquid courage and you will probably need more throughout the evening. Then you look at them and nod. They both smile back. <<mia>>'To the bedroom?'<</mia>> <<zoey>>'To the bedroom.'<</zoey>> She says as they both head upstairs.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty ZM 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>> <<you>>’How did you know it was me?’<</you>> You ask as Zoey leads by the hand.<<zoey>>‘Who else would it be?’<</zoey>> She answers cluelessly. <<you>>‘W-well, do you always answer the door wearing… so little?’<</you>> You press in bewilderment. <<zoey>>‘Of course not, but it’s only you!’<</zoey>> You notice two glasses out, one with the dregs of a drink lingering at the bottom. <<you>>‘So, you’re not ready?’<</you>> You ask, trying to subtly address the lack of clothing. <<zoey>>‘We’re getting ready together, that’s the point of you being here! I was just about to do my makeup!’<span> Zoey turns away and starts making a drink for you.</span> ‘$name… You smell… Is that Axe body spray?’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘Oh…’ <span>You say dejectedly.</span> ‘Is that bad?’<</you>> Zoey cuts in, handing you a drink. <<zoey>>‘No, nono, it’s not bad! Just… very teenage boy... Why not have a quick shower? Then you can get ready with me? The fun of getting ready together is… well, getting ready together.’<</zoey>> Zoey smiles, tenderly squeezing your forearm.<<you>>‘Sure, if you’re okay with me doing that.’<</you>> You force a smile back.<<zoey>>‘That's perfectly fine. To the bedroom, then!’<</zoey>> Zoey takes your hand, and again you're struck by how soft her hand feels in yours. You take a few swigs of your drink, the sweet liquid making it too easy to swallow before letting her pull you upstairs. Your crotch swells traitorously as you find yourself face-to-face with Zoey’s voluptuous ass as she ascends the steps.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Z 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>><<zoey>>'What she meant to say...' <span> Zoey says, casting another glare in Mia's direction. </span>' Is that we're curious. It's unusual, but if you don't want to tell us, it's okay.'<</zoey>> You manage a weak smile in response, there really is no point in lying. <<you>>‘It was a prank. By my old housemate in London. She thought it would be funny and I can’t find any boxers on campus.’<</you>> You mumble. <<zoey>>‘Oh, annoying. I remember when I first came here, the restriction on leaving campus was a little frustrating, but I never had… this issue. If you want I can pick you up some boxers when I’m next in town?’<</zoey>> Zoey offers. <<you>>'Yes... please.'<</you>> You mumble. <<zoey>>‘Are they at least comfortable? I can probably find something if they’re not?’<</zoey>> She continues, pragmatically. <<mia>>‘Ooooor, something sexier? With a little less coverage.’<</mia>> Mia purrs devilishly, while Zoey rolls her eyes. <<zoey>>'Come on, Mia, enough.'<</zoey>> She reprimands her, though you can see she is smiling as well. <<if $panties is 1>><<you>>'No, actually, I went to the store but did not buy anything there because...' <span>Oh, I'm so going to regret saying this.</span>'Well, they're not that uncomfortable.'<</you>> As you say that, you see Mia lowering her eyes and turning, while Zoey keeps a straight face. What you don't see, from either of them, is judgment, which... well, it's still humiliating but could have been much, much worse. <<else>><<you>>'No, actually, these I bought at the store. the ones I had were...' <span>They are going to relentlessly tease me for this, aren't they?</span> 'Too uncomfortable.'<</you>> Mia gets a thoughtful expression. <<mia>>'Hmm... Now I kind of want to see them, but if they were sexy panties then I get the uncomfortable bit, they can get tight for women, so if you have a dick...'<</mia>> Zoey cuts her off. <<zoey>>'Listen to the expert. Anyway, don't worry, those are fine either way.'<</zoey>> You are a bit surprised at their matter-of-factly attitude: no judgment and no mockery. Well, a little bit, but not the amount you were expecting.<</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty ZM 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<mia>>'You know, I think panties would look really good with an ass like that. Come on, Zoey, don't give me that look, I've seen you look as well.'<</mia>> Zoey's exasperated expression mellows, and turns into a smile. <<zoey>>'Errr... Well, as much as I agree that her comment is totally inappropriate' <span>She turns to you apologetically. </span>'I can see that too.'<</zoey>> //Et tu, Zoey//? You think, glaring at her for what feels a sudden betrayal. <<zoey>>'Look, no pressure whatsoever, ok? Boxers, if you're wearing tight jeans, can bunch up. Whereas...' <span>She stops as she quickly opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of plain white panties. </span>'These won't. You will look better, and I promise they are comfortable, it's very soft cotton... If you want to try, that is.'<</zoey>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/whitepanties.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> That's... a strange question, which outright stops your train of thought. you are a bit surprised you are actually considering it: it could be fun, just for the evening<<if $ablie is 0>>, and could be good practice if you plan to wear Abigail's monstrously pink ones on Monday<</if>>. Zoey has kept that "authoritative teacher" mode on, and is politely waiting for your reply with a kind smile. Mia, on the other hand, is doing a remarkably bad job at hiding her excitement: without a doubt, she would like that. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Put panties on|Preparty ZM 4b]]>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><<set $firstpartypanties to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with boxers|Preparty ZM 4c]]>><<set $firstpartypanties to 0>><<set $miastat to $miastat-2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Zoey interjects before Mia can get carried away. <<zoey>>‘First, you need to prep your face. So moisturise.’<span> She holds out a tube ready to put on your hand.</span> ‘Rub this in, and then anything left moisturise your hands with it.’<</zoey>> Following her instructions, you massage the product into your face. <<mia>>‘Nuh,huh, not so hard!’<span> Mia instructs you. </span>‘You’ll draw out redness. Gentle circles with your fingertips.’<</mia>> She mimes little circles on her cheeks. You nod and adjust, taking a sip of your drink when you finish. <<zoey>>‘Now, the primer. This will give everything something to stick to.’<</zoey>> Ah, that is what they were looking for before in the shower, you say as you peer at the bottle. Zoey pumps two squirts out of the primer onto your index finger. As you massage your face, it sets into your skin, you feel how it smooths everything out. <<zoey>>‘That will also fill in any pores and give us an even canvas to start. Next concealer. This will hide any of the glaringly obvious things, like redness or the dark circles under your eyes. Close your eyes.’<</zoey>> She says continuing the lesson while unscrewing a small bottle. You do as she says, flinching slightly as the cool liquid makes contact with your skin. She dabs it in various places around your face. <<zoey>>‘Hold steady. I’m going to place a dot on your eyelids.’<</zoey>> She warns. <<you>>‘Oh. Ehm, sorry, what?’<</you>> You ask with your eyes still closed.<<zoey>>‘In a pinch, it can be a great primer for eye shadow. So this is just in the interest of time.’<</zoey>> You feel a sponge gently dabbing against your skin and where she's dotted your eyes. The sensation is oddly comforting, like a massage. <<zoey>>‘Now, foundation, to make your skin look uniform.’<span> She continues, while you enjoy the feel of being pampered.</span> ‘Setting powder.’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘Are all of these really necessary?’<</you>> You ask, a wave of anxiety cresting. <<mia>>‘Yes! And now you know the work that goes into our makeup!’<</mia>> You hear Mia’s voice pipe up. <<zoey>>‘They’re all small steps that work together to give the final result.’<span> Zoey answers more gently.</span> ‘You can open your eyes now and have a look.’<</zoey>> She says, removing the soft brush. Opening your eyes, you look at yourself in the mirror. As promised your face looks flawless. Imperfections, such as the darkness under your eyes are completely gone, and you look fresh and healthy.<<zoey>>‘Not so bad, right?’<</zoey>> Zoey marvels at her work. <<you>>‘You were right!’<span> You smile at Zoey.</span> ‘It’s weird, not that I look… like this. Things like my eye bags and the red, seem like they were so obvious.’<</you>><<zoey>>‘Well, you can make this part of your daily routine. Just subtle, uplifting makeup.’<</zoey>> Zoey mentions tentatively. You look at her, unsure, and a bit scared at the prospect. <<mia>>‘I find it such a calming part of my morning routine.’ <span>Mia adds.</span> ‘And it makes me feel like the best version of myself everyday.’<</mia>> Her words linger, //The best version of myself//. She’d mentioned that before, and it had the same effect then as it did now. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking but, it was something you wanted. <<zoey>>‘You don’t have to decide now. But if you’re interested, I have tons of make-up that I don’t use and most of it is in your shade, I can teach you how to use it too.’ <</zoey>>Zoey concludes, reaching for another palette and dabbing a brush before approaching your face. You recoil slightly. <<you>>‘I thought we were finished?’<</you>> <<zoey>>‘That was the base layer. Think of it as a nice canvas to work on.’<</zoey>> Zoey calmly explains, her teacher-mode clearly still in full swing. <<you>>‘Is... is it really necessary?’<</you>> You continue to protest. Zoey thinks. <<zoey>>‘Well, our faces have natural shadows and highlights. We’ve just removed all of those and now we’re putting back in the bits we want.’<</zoey>> You nod, her explanation seeming logical. She reaches the brush forward and strokes it just under your cheekbones, before blending it. You watch her progress in the mirror, admitting to yourself that with make-up, you almost looked like a model, with high cheekbones and a defined jawline. <<mia>>‘Done!’<span> Mia announced, breaking her unnatural silence. </span>‘Oh my god, great job girl! I want to do $name’s eyes!’<</mia>> Mia looks stunning, sat in her lingerie, her make-up perfect, her eyes and lips looking so alluring. <<zoey>>‘Up to you, $name.’<span> Zoey shrugs.</span> ‘It would allow me to finish myself, then we can get dressed and drink more!’<</zoey>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Mia to finish|Preparty ZM 6a]]>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><<set $firstpartymakeupmia to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Zoey to finish|Preparty ZM 6b]]>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><<set $firstpartymakeupmia to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>‘Sure, Mia, you can finish it.’<</you>> You agree, really hoping you won't regret it later. <<zoey>>‘Great. I’m just going to get us drinks.’<</zoey>> Zoey says, giving her seat to Mia. You notice your drink is still half full, and remedy it by finishing off the sweet liquid and offering your glass to Mia. <<mia>>‘Careful, you're going to ruin it. You can’t be so careless with your makeup!’<</mia>> Mia scolds, and Zoey giggles in response. <<zoey>>‘I’ll get you a straw.’ <</zoey>> Mia turns her attention back to you. <<mia>>‘Now, eyes closed, but gently, we don’t want any creases.’<</mia>> <<you>>‘You... you do know what you’re doing, right?’<</you>> You ask Mia, nervous about offending her. <<mia>>‘Of course cutie, I’ve literally been doing my make-up every day since I was about 12.’<</mia>> She reassures. <<you>>‘S-sure, but... have you ever done anything on a guy.’<</you>> You continue your enquiry. <<mia>>‘It’s the same technique, just subtler. Now shush and let me work, I need to concentrate.’<</mia>> She snaps. Closing your eyes, you feel a soft brush press gently against your eyelids, making small comforting circles. She switches between working on each eye, rhythmically blending in circular motions. Then you feel a point gliding against your eye-line and a few dabs with the sponge on your cheeks. After a pause, you feel a cool mist coating your face. <<you>>‘What was that?’<</you>> You ask, a bit surprised. <<mia>>‘Setting spray. It’ll make everything stick to your face, so no matter how clumsy you are with your drink it’ll stay in place.’<</mia>> She smiles at you. You turn to the mirror. Zoey was right; your features mostly look subtly more defined. The areas that stand out to you are your eyes, which appear to be lined darkly and blended out, and your cheeks, which look rosy and youthful. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamakeup.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘What’s up?’<</mia>> Mia asks, sensing your thoughts. <<you>>‘It’s good. I just thought the point was to avoid it looking like I was wearing make-up.’<</you>> You respond tentatively. <<mia>>‘For the most part, it is. But your eyes are your way to express yourself and this looks great! Subtle but brings the attention to your eyes!’<</mia>> She argues. You can't deny she has a point, though... It's... not really you, like you're looking at someone else. Someone who definitely looks good, though. And for one evening, yeah, you know what, screw it, let's be someone else. Zoey comes in holding the drinks, all of them with straws in. <<mia>>‘What do you think, Zo?’<</mia>> Mia looks to her for support. Zoey sets the drinks down and spends a second studying your face. <<zoey>>‘I... I just love it! I’m pleased you did it and not me. $name your eyes look captivating!’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘You... don’t think it looks too... girly?’<</you>> You ask, surprised and a bit weirded out by her praise.<<mia>>‘Look at me and you side by side and you tell me.’ <span>Mia cuts in, turning to the mirror.</span> ‘I look “girly” and we look nothing alike. You need to let go of your ingrained way of thinking.’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘Blunt but aptly put, she's right.’<span> Zoey confirms.</span> ‘You look great, and that’s enough.’<</zoey>> You nod in agreement, watching yourself move in the mirror, you do in fact look great. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/boobbouncing.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘Now clothes!’<span> Mia announces happily, hopping up, her mesmerising boob-bouncing barely contained by her bra.</span> ‘What are you thinking, Zo?’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘It depends on how rebellious I’m feeling. I’ve got a pink dress that I’ve wanted to wear for a while, or I have a plaid skirt.’<</zoey>> She muses.<<mia>>‘Oh love a plaid skirt! Sexy schoolgirl vibes!’<</mia>> Mia squeals excitedly.<<zoey>>‘That’s precisely what I was trying to avoid!’<</zoey>> Zoey laughs.<<mia>>‘Show us. We can dress the skirt up or down, depending on if you want to be naughty or not?’<</mia>> Mia winks at you with a devilish smile. <<zoey>>‘I’ll show you the dress first. What are you going to wear?’<</zoey>> She asks as she bends over to pick up the dress, her thong cutting between her ass cheeks. <<mia>>‘Well, I had a top I bought the other day that I wanted to wear, but I don’t think the skirt I have goes with it.’<</mia>> Mia pouts to herself. <<zoey>>‘Have a look through mine. I don’t know if I have anything that matches your slut, but you can try!’<</zoey>> Zoey teases. Mia laughs in response. <<mia>>‘No one can match my slut! Plus I like to think of my aesthetic as provocatively classy.’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘Keep telling yourself that babe.’<span> Zoe giggles, pulling up her pink dress.</span> ‘Have you settled on your outfit for tonight, $name?’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘What’s wrong with what I was wearing?’<</you>> You ask defensively.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty ZM 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>’Could you do it?’<</you>> You ask Zoey, nervous about disappointing Mia.<<mia>>‘Shame.’<span> Mia says, before getting up.</span> ‘Drinks, you two?’<</mia>> She asks. You notice your drink is still half full, and remedy it by finishing off the sweet liquid and offering your glass to Mia. <<mia>>‘Careful, you're going to ruin it. You can’t be so careless with your makeup!’<</mia>> Mia scolds. Zoey giggles. <<zoey>>‘Mia, if you please could get $name a straw, I’ll set the makeup.’<span> She turns her attention back to you.</span> ‘Keep your eyes closed, but gently, we don’t want any creases.’<</zoey>> You feel a soft brush press gently against your eyelids, making small comforting circles. She switches between working on each eye, rhythmically blending in circular motions. After a pause, you feel a cool mist coating your face. <<zoey>>‘Final step: setting spray. It’ll make everything stay on all night. No one will even know you have make-up on.’<</zoey>> Zoey sits back, admiring her work. You open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror. She was right, your features look subtly more defined. Your eyes demand attention, though there’s a softness to your face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeymakeup.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>‘Thoughts?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks, her voice gentle.<<you>>‘You were right. It's a bit... girly, but it really does suit me. I wasn’t sure when you asked but… yeah…’<</you>> You say, turning your head, checking yourself out. It's... not really you, like you're looking at someone else. Someone who definitely looks good, though. And for one evening, yeah, you know what, let's be someone else. <<zoey>>‘I know.’<span> She smirks, reacting to your statement.</span> ‘What did I say: perfecting, right? And don't be concerned about being girly, I'm girly and we look very different.’<</zoey>> You laugh, still watching yourself in the mirror. <<you>>‘Indeed! Thank you, though.’<</you>> Mia comes back in holding drinks in her small hands. Her gaze turns calculating as she looks at you intently. <<mia>>‘You look great. Great job, Zo.’<</mia>> She smiles and her compliment makes you smile with her. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/boobbouncing.giff" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘Now clothes!’<span> Mia announces happily, hopping up, her mesmerising boob-bouncing barely contained by her bra.</span> ‘What are you thinking, Zo?’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘It depends on how rebellious I’m feeling. I’ve got a pink dress that I’ve wanted to wear for a while, or I have a plaid skirt.’<</zoey>> She muses.<<mia>>‘Oh love a plaid skirt! Sexy schoolgirl vibes!’<</mia>> Mia squeals excitedly.<<zoey>>‘That’s precisely what I was trying to avoid!’<</zoey>> Zoey laughs.<<mia>>‘Show us. We can dress the skirt up or down, depending on if you want to be naughty or not?’<</mia>> Mia winks at you with a devilish smile. <<zoey>>‘I’ll show you the dress first. What are you going to wear?’<</zoey>> She asks as she bends over to pick up the dress, her thong cutting between her ass cheeks. <<mia>>‘Well, I had a top I bought the other day that I wanted to wear, but I don’t think the skirt I have goes with it.’<</mia>> Mia pouts to herself. <<zoey>>‘Have a look through mine. I don’t know if I have anything that matches your slut, but you can try!’<</zoey>> Zoey teases. Mia laughs in response. <<mia>>‘No one can match my slut! Plus I like to think of my aesthetic as provocatively classy.’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘Keep telling yourself that babe.’<span> Zoe giggles, pulling up her pink dress.</span> ‘Have you settled on your outfit for tonight, $name?’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘What’s wrong with what I was wearing?’<</you>> You ask defensively.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty ZM 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mialingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<zoey>>‘<<if $clothes is 1>>Nothing’s wrong with them<<else>>What you were wearing is fine<</if>>, just thought you’d want options. It’s the fun of getting ready together.’<</zoey>> Zoey speaks, with decisive conviction, addressing your concerns. <<you>>‘Oh, thanks. But, I don’t have anything else to wear.’<</you>> You reply.<<zoey>>‘What are you an eight… or a ten?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks with a thoughtful expression. <<you>>‘Err... Medium?’<</you>> You reply dumbly. The girls laugh. <<mia>>‘I would guess ten, $name’s got hips!’<</mia>> Mia chimes in. <<zoey>>‘Great, then I have jeans that would fit. Want to try them on?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks, already moving to her closet. Perhaps it's the alcohol, or perhaps you're just happy to be part of these two beautiful girls' “getting-ready” ritual, but you don't mind. After all, you already have makeup on, if you're dressing up might as well go all the way. <<you>>‘Sure.’<</you>> You reply, trying to sound nonchalant. Zoey returns holding a white pair of jeans that look too small. ‘Give these a go.’ She says, casually giving your <<if $panties is 1 or $firstpartypanties is 1>>panties<<else>>boxers<</if>> to you as well. <<mia>>‘It annoys me that you have such a cute butt without working out at all!’<span> Mia moans.</span> ‘Like, do you know how much effort I had to put in to get mine to look like that?’<</mia>> You turn around so she doesn't see you blush. Did she really have to bring up your weird ass? Again?! <<you>>'What can I say, I guess I’m just lucky!’<</you>> Zoey giggles. <<zoey>>‘Jealous to think how much better you’ll look with Coach’s help.’<</zoey>><<mia>>‘You can’t talk! You’re hardly ever in the gym, and you look like you’ve walked out of a magazine!’<</mia>> Mia grumbles at her. <<zoey>>‘Suppose I’m lucky too!’<</zoey>> Zoey laughs. You pull on the jeans and are surprised to find that they stretch to fit you. When you’re done, you turn and look at the girls expectantly. <<mia>>‘Oh my god, yes!’<</mia>> Mia chirps. <<you>>‘You really think I can pull these off?’<</you>> You ask, looking down at yourself. They fit you great and weren’t something you’d considered wearing before but you had to admit, they were way more of a statement than the clothes you brought. <<mia>>‘More than pull them off! You look hot in them!’<</mia>> Mia continues her praise as she puts on a mini-skirt. <<zoey>>‘My turn.’<</zoey>> Zoey announces, finishing adjusting the tight pink dress. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeypartypink.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘I mean, you look great. But I want to see the naughty outfit!’<</mia>> Mia giggles. Zoey huffs, rolls her eyes and looks at you. <<you>>‘I love it. What shoes are you going to wear with it?’<</you>> You ask, trying to be constructive. <<zoey>>‘There. You see, Mia? $name knows how to be constructive. I was thinking these.’<</zoey>> She says, holding up a black strappy pair of heels. <<mia>>‘Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, naughty outfit!’<</mia>> Mia interrupts again.<<zoey>>‘Fine.’<</zoey>> Zoey smiles to herself in resignation. She pulls the straps of her dress off, before shimmying it down her body. Don't look, don't look, don't... Well, maybe just a quick look, you think as her tits pop from the constraint of the dress and her flawless skin is slowly revealed. <<mia>>‘I might just go like this!’<</mia>> Mia says, checking herself out in the mirror, dressed in only a skirt, her tits on full display. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miabra2.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>‘That's a sure way to catch a cold.’<</zoey>> Zoey laughs, pulling up her skirt. <<mia>>‘Then can I take this jacket?’<</mia>> She pulls a white jacket from the closet and ties it around her waist. <<you>>‘That's right, you need to keep your hips warm.’<</you>> You grin. <<mia>>‘See, $name gets it!’<</mia>> Mia twists her hips, letting the skirt flick up and showing off her thighs. <<zoey>>‘What does it look like with an actual top on?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks. <<mia>>‘I told you. It doesn’t go!’<</mia>> Mia moans, taking a long sip from her drink. <<zoey>>‘Have a look in the closet for something that would.’<</zoey>> Zoey continues, gently. Mia giggles and disappears into the closet. Zoey rolls her eyes, smiling as she pulls a tight black crop top on. She adjusts her boobs in it, the tight fabric, squashing them and making them look massive against her chest. Turning to you, she strikes a little pose. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>‘Sooo, is this more to your liking?’<</zoey>> She smiles.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Encourage the naughty outfit|Preparty ZM 7a]]>><<set $firstpartyzoeynaughty to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Encourage the more casual one|Preparty ZM 7b]]>><<set $firstpartyzoeynaughty to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>‘This one!’<</you>> You smile back, checking her out, but trying not to be too obvious about it. <<mia>>‘Yessss, girl!’<span> Mia squeals, reappearing from the closet to take another drink.</span> ‘How about a white blouse though? We could tie it in the front to make you look like a rebellious schoolgirl, needing to be punished?’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘Oh, Ab-so-lutely not! Hence, the black blouse: to steer as far from the schoolgirl aesthetic as possible.’<</zoey>> Zoey giggles, taking a drink from her glass. <<mia>>‘Heh, suit yourself.’<span> Mia beams.</span> ‘I didn’t know you had something like this. Why aren’t you wearing this?!’<</mia>> She holds up a neon orange dress. <<zoey>>‘Oh... that. I bought it a while ago when I felt way too daring and it’s not for me, at all. You try it on though.’<</zoey>> <<mia>>‘You need to show off your body more! The world deserves to see those gorgeous tits!’<</mia>> Mia laughs, dropping the skirt and pulling on the orange dress. As soon as it’s on, you see why bravery is needed to pull it off. A cut out just under Mia’s chest deliberately shows off the underside of her breasts, though her black bra is on full display, ruining the look slightly. Mia remedies this by unclipping her bra at the back and suddenly pulling it out of the dress. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miaorangedress.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘Okay this is suuuper sexy.’<</mia>> She checks herself out in the mirror, turning to get a view of her butt. <<you>>‘Definitely more of an outfit than the last one.’<</you>> You laugh. <<zoey>>‘Well she substituted her bra for a dress, so technically she’s wearing the same amount of clothing.’<</zoey>> Zoey giggles, agreeing. <<mia>>‘You’re both so very funny, you know?’<</mia>> Mia faints hurt, making the two of you laugh even harder. <<zoey>>‘I think we should think of going.’<</zoey>> Zoey announces.<<mia>>‘Ooh look who’s being a goody two shoes! No one shows up on time to these things, I think we have time for one more drink.’<</mia>> Mia grins teasingly. The three of you proceed to the kitchen, where Mia mixes some particularly new drinks, very tasty and not too strong. You enjoy being with the girls, and you... almost feel like you belong, even though it's... just a friendly chat before a party, perhaps it's better not to overthink this. You laugh and tease each other, and it just feels so natural. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/drinkingtogether.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>‘Who’s going to be there?’<</you>> You ask the girls. <<mia>>‘Everyone! Well, everyone connected with Noir at least. Lester tries to have a party for every occasion, but the first of the school year is always the most popular.’<</mia>> Mia explains. <<you>>‘Will Ms Winters be there?’<</you>> You ask tentatively.<<zoey>>‘I’m sure she’ll make an appearance. Though she rarely sticks around at these kind of things.’<</zoey>> Zoey says. <<mia>>‘Whyyyy?? Does our little $name have a crush on the sexy boss?’<</mia>> Mia teases, sniffing gossip like a trained hound. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miaintrigued.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You look at her in shock, before realising she is not serious. <<you>>‘No, I was just wondering who you meant when you said “everyone”!’<</you>> You reply, perhaps a little too forcefully. Mia giggles. <<mia>>‘You’re turning red, $name! You do have a crush on her!’<</mia>> <<you>>‘Mia, stop! I was just asking!’<</you>> You defend yourself, your face heating. Truth be told, you asked because you were hoping for one more familiar face at a party were most people will be scary strangers to you.<<mia>>‘It’s fine. I would let her do all kinds of things to me! She’s hot, especially that aristocratic vibe, hmm, yeeees, my Queen!’<</mia>> Mia swoons in mockery. <<if $abmeet gte 5 and $ablie isnot 1>>Your mind goes back to that meeting. As much as you want to prove Mia wrong, she has a point, between the commanding attitude and the teasing with her feet... maybe I should stop before getting a supremely awkward boner.<<else>>You mentally replay the events of your meeting with Ms Winters. You're not completely sure how to feel about her, but still, she's uneniably hot. That feeling of control, the teasing... hmm, maybe I should stop before my dick decides to act out on its own.<</if>> You go silent, not knowing how to respond. <<zoey>>‘Mia, she’s our boss. $name and I shouldn’t talk about her like that.’<</zoey>> Zoey says with a smile. <<mia>>‘Boooring. If she came onto you, wouldn’t you bend over for her?’<</mia>> Mia giggles, unable to contain herself, and you shoot a grateful look at Zoey for taking the pressure is off of you. <<zoey>>‘I-I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.’<</zoey>> Zoey replies, maintaining her position. You shoot her another glance: she has kept her expression stone cold, but you did notice a slight hesitation at the start. Mia has not caught it, so you decide not to bring it up. Still, interesting bit of knowledge about Zoey. <<mia>>‘Hmf.’<</mia>> Mia pouts. <<you>>‘Should we go soon?’<</you>> You ask, changing the subject. Zoey nods, and after checking one last time, the three of you leave the house.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You think for a moment before you reply. <<you>>‘I think the other one showed you off better.’<</you>> You gesture to her body. <<zoey>>‘I was thinking the same.’<</zoey>> Zoey agrees, working the skirt down over her hips. <<mia>>‘Nooo!’<span> Mia moans tragically, reappearing from the closet to take another drink.</span> ‘$name! I thought you would be on my side! How about a white blouse? We could tie it in the front to make you look like a rebellious schoolgirl, needing to be punished?’<</mia>> <<zoey>>‘Absolutely not! Your argument now makes even less sense.’<</zoey>> Zoey giggles, taking a drink from her glass.<<mia>>‘Suit yourself.’<span> Mia beams.</span> ‘I didn’t know you had something like this. Why aren’t you wearing this?!’<</mia>> She holds up a neon orange dress. <<zoey>>‘Oh, that. I bought it a while ago when I felt way too brave and it’s not me. You try it on though.’<</zoey>> <<mia>>‘You need to show off your body more! The world deserves to see your gorgeous tits!’<</mia>> Mia laughs, dropping the skirt and pulling on the orange dress. As soon as it’s on, you see why bravery is needed to pull it off. A cut out just under Mia’s chest deliberately shows off the underside of her breasts, though her black bra is on full display, ruining the look slightly. Mia remedies this by unclipping her bra at the back and suddenly pulling it out of the dress. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miaorangedress.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<mia>>‘Okay this is indeed veeery sexy.’<</mia>> She checks herself out in the mirror, turning to get a view of her butt. <<you>>‘Definitely more of an outfit than the last one.’<</you>> You laugh. <<zoey>>‘Well she substituted her bra for a dress, so technically she’s wearing the same amount of clothing.’<</zoey>> Zoey giggles, agreeing. <<mia>>‘You’re both so very funny, aren’t you.’<</mia>> Mia faints hurt, making the two of you laugh harder. <<zoey>>‘I think we should think of going.’<</zoey>> Zoey announces.<<mia>>‘Ooh look who’s being a goody two shoes! No one shows up on time to these things, I think we have time for one more drink.’<</mia>> Mia grins teasingly. The three of you proceed to the kitchen, where Mia mixes some particularly new drinks, very tasty and not too strong. You enjoy being with the girls, and you... almost feel like you belong, even though it's... just a friendly chat before a party, perhaps it's better not to overthink this. You laugh and tease each other, and it just feels so natural. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/drinkingtogether.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>‘Who’s going to be there?’<</you>> You ask the girls. <<mia>>‘Everyone! Well, everyone connected with Noir at least. Lester tries to have a party for every occasion, but the first of the school year is always the most popular.’<</mia>> Mia explains. <<you>>‘Will Ms Winters be there?’<</you>> You ask tentatively.<<zoey>>‘I’m sure she’ll make an appearance. Though she rarely sticks around at these kind of things.’<</zoey>> Zoey says. <<mia>>‘Whyyyy?? Does our little $name have a crush on the sexy boss?’<</mia>> Mia teases, sniffing gossip like a trained hound. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miaintrigued.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You look at her in shock, before realising she is not serious. <<you>>‘N-no, I was just wondering who you m-meant when you said “everyone”!’<</you>> You reply, perhaps a little too forcefully. Mia giggles. <<mia>>‘You’re turning red, $name! You do have a crush on her!’<</mia>> <<you>>‘Mia, stop! I was just asking!’<</you>> You defend yourself, your face heating. Truth be told, you asked because you were hoping for one more familiar face at a party were most people will be scary strangers to you.<<mia>>‘It’s fine. I would let her do all kinds of things to me! She’s hot, especially that aristocratic vibe, hmm, yeeees, my Queen!’<</mia>> Mia swoons in mockery. <<if $abmeet gte 5 and $ablie isnot 1>>Your mind goes back to that meeting. As much as you want to prove Mia wrong, she has a point, between the commanding attitude and the teasing with her feet... maybe I should stop before getting a supremely awkward boner.<<else>>You mentally replay the events of your meeting with Ms Winters. You're not completely sure how to feel about her, but still, she's uneniably hot. That feeling of control, the teasing... hmm, maybe I should stop before my dick decides to act out on its own.<</if>> You go silent, not knowing how to respond. <<zoey>>‘Mia, she’s our boss. $name and I shouldn’t talk about her like that.’<</zoey>> Zoey says with a smile. <<mia>>‘Boooring. If she came onto you, wouldn’t you bend over for her?’<</mia>> Mia giggles, unable to contain herself, and you shoot a grateful look at Zoey for taking the pressure is off of you. <<zoey>>‘I-I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.’<</zoey>> Zoey replies, maintaining her position. You shoot her another glance: she has kept her expression stone cold, but you did notice a slight hesitation at the start. Mia has not caught it, so you decide not to bring it up. Still, interesting bit of knowledge about Zoey. <<mia>>‘Hm.’<</mia>> Mia pouts. <<you>>‘Should we go soon?’<</you>> You ask, changing the subject. Zoey nods, and after checking one last time, the three of you leave the house.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>>The three of you leave Zoey's place and start walking towards the campus, which is about 10 minutes away. <<you>>'So, are we going to... Lester's place?'<</you>> <<mia>>'No, the party's in the main campus building. Lester is Head Custodian, he organizes these events on campus ground.'<</mia>> She replies. <<you>>'Oh, so it's allowed?'<</you>> Mia ruffles your hair. <<mia>>'Look at you, so worried about the rules!'<</mia>>You blush at her comment and gesture, while Zoey steps in. <<zoey>>'Mia, stop, he's right to ask. Yes, $name, this is all above board. Lester organises events for the college and does a lot of extra work, so the college does not object to him hosting parties on campus ground, especially because he, usually, takes care of everything and keeps the place clean.'<</zoey>> She explains. <<you>>'Oh, I see. It seems he does more than just being Head Custodian.'<</you>> <<mia>>'Yes, well, he's just good at what he does and getting people involved. I'll be helping out as well.'<</mia>> She says with sincere admiration. <<zoey>>'Oh, I didn't know that. I hope we didn't take too long getting ready.'<</zoey>> Mia makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. <<mia>>'Naah, don't worry about it. I told them I'd be late, besides I agreed to help during the party, I'll probably be busy in the kitchen.'<</mia>> As you keep walking, you arrive at the park near the main campus building where you stayed with Oli yesterday. <<else>>You and Zoey leave her place and start walking towards the campus, which is about 10 minutes away. <<you>>'So, are we going to... Lester's place?'<</you>> <<zoey>>'No, no, his place should be somewhere on campus but the party is not there, it's in the main campus building.'<</zoey>> She explains. <<you>>'I see. And... I know this is probably a silly question, but it's allowed, right?'<</you>> You ask with a half smile, a bit curious on how it works. <<zoey>>'Yes, it's allowed. Lester is Head Custodian and the college has no issues with him organising these things, especially because he takes care of everything and keeps the place clean.'<</zoey>> She explains. As you talk, you arrive at the park near the main campus building. This is where you sat down with Oli yesterday. <<mia>>'Hey, guys!'<</mia>> You turn and see Mia waving at you. She's wearing a white crop top with a black choker, and a blue jeans short skirts shows her beautiful, slender legs. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/mia_party.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Oh, hey Mia! You're going to the party?'<</zoey>> Zoey asks as they hug. <<mia>>'Yes, I'm also helping... Wait, $name? Oh, wow, you look incredible!'<</mia>> She says as she goes for a hug. You hug her back, a bit shocked by the sincerity of her compliment. <<you>>'Thank you, you look amazing as well!'<</you>> She nods and you notice her hug lingers a bit, before she steps away and Zoey speaks. <<zoey>>'So, shall we get going?'<</zoey>> <</if>> The three of you start walking through the park and you take the chance to look around and memorise the way back so you don't get lost if you return late at night. It's the golden hour right now, the mountains in the distance are aflame with all kinds of orange golden colours. <<you>>'It's so pretty.'<</you>> You say, pointing at the mountains. <<zoey>>'Oh, yes, this is Moore Park, named after Delvarma's first dean, it's... Oh, you meant the mountains, yes, super pretty. You'll soon see the snow descending as the autumn progresses.'<</zoey>> She explains. <<you>>'Does it get cold in the winter?'<</you>> You ask. <<mia>>'Kind of, temperatures can get really low, like less than 14°.'<</mia>> Mia replies, rubbing her shoulders as to exorcise the cold. <<you>>'Oh, that does not sound that... Wait, you mean Fahrenheit, right? Oh, that means really cold!'<</you>> Both Zoey and Mia laugh at your surprise. <<zoey>>'Haha, yes, quite cold. Don't worry, in the lab we still use Celsius or Kelvin.'<</zoey>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Zoey picks a few bottles and palettes. <<zoey>>‘First, you need to prep your face. So moisturise.’ <span>She holds out a tube ready to put on your hand.</span> ‘Rub this in, and then anything left moisturise your hands with it.’<</zoey>> Following her instructions, you massage the product into your face. <<zoey>>‘Gentle circles with your fingertips.’<</zoey>> She clarifies. You nod and adjust, taking a sip of your drink when you finish. <<zoey>>‘Now primer. This will give everything something to stick to.’<</zoey>> Zoey pumps two squirts out of a bottle onto your index finger. As the primer sets into your skin, you feel how it smooths out your skin. <<zoey>>‘That will also fill in any pores and give us an even canvas to start. Next concealer. This will hide any of the glaringly obvious things, like redness or the dark circles under your eyes. Close your eyes.’<</zoey>> She says unscrewing a small bottle. You cannot help but smile as you notice her tone is one of an authoritative teacher, and she's clearly enjoying the role. You do as she says, flinching slightly as the cool liquid makes contact with your skin. She dabs it in various places around your face.<<zoey>>‘Hold steady. I’m going to place a dot on your eyelids.’<</zoey>> She warns. <<you>>‘My eyelids?’<</you>> You ask with your eyes still closed.<<zoey>>‘In a pinch, it can be a great primer for eye shadow. So this is just in the interest of time.’<</zoey>> You feel a sponge gently dabbing against your skin and where she's dotted your eyes. The sensation is oddly comforting, like a massage. <<zoey>>‘Next, foundation, to make your skin look uniform.’<</zoey>> She continues, while you enjoy the feel of being pampered. <<zoey>>‘Setting powder.’<</zoey>> <<you>>‘Are all of these really necessary?’<</you>> You ask, a wave of anxiety cresting. <<zoey>>‘They’re all small steps that work together to give the final result.’<span> Zoey answers more gently.</span> ‘You can open your eyes now and have a look.’<</zoey>> She says, removing the soft brush. Opening your eyes, you look at yourself in the mirror. As promised your face looks flawless. Imperfections, such as the darkness under your eyes are completely gone, and you look fresh and healthy. <<zoey>>‘Not so bad, right?’<</zoey>> Zoey marvels at her work.<<you>>‘You were right!’ <span>You smile at Zoey.</span> ‘It’s weird, not that I look… like this. Things like my eye bags and the red, seem like they were so obvious.’<</you>> <<zoey>>‘Well, you can make this part of your daily routine. Just subtle, uplifting makeup. A perfected version of you!’<span> Zoey mentions tentatively. </span>‘You don’t have to decide now. But if you’re interested, I have tons of make-up that I don’t use and most of it is in your shade, I can teach you how to use it too.’<</zoey>> Zoey concludes, reaching for another palette and dabbing a brush before approaching your face. You recoil slightly. <<you>>‘Err... I thought we were finished?’<</you>> <<zoey>>‘That was the base layer. Basically to give us a nice canvas to work on.’<</zoey>> Zoey calmly explains. <<you>>‘Do I need it?’<</you>> You continue to protest. Zoey thinks for a moment, before continuing to explain in the same teacher tone. <<zoey>>‘Well, our faces have natural shadows and highlights. We’ve just removed all of those and now we’re putting back in the bits we want.’<</zoey>> You nod, her explanation seeming logical. She moves the brush forward and strokes it just under your cheekbones before blending it. You watch her progress in the mirror, admitting that you almost look like a model with high cheekbones and a defined jawline with makeup. <<zoey>>‘I’m just going to get us some drinks, and straws so we aren’t ruining all my hard work.’<</zoey>> Zoey says after she’s done.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Preparty Z 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeylingerie.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $firstpartyzoeynaughty to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You don't reply immediately, instead focused on the face you see in the mirror. It looks good, that's undeniable, Zoey did a wonderful job. It's also... not really you, like you're looking at someone else. Someone who definitely looks good, though. And for one evening, yeah, you know what, screw it, let's be someone else. <<zoey>>‘Clothes next?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks, hoping up, her boobs bouncing precariously in her bra. <<you>>‘Sounds like the logical next step!’<span> You smile.</span> ‘What are you thinking?’<</you>> <<zoey>>‘It depends on how rebellious I’m feeling. I’ve got a pink dress that I’ve wanted to wear for a while’<</zoey>> She muses. <<you>>‘You’d look amazing no matter what you wear!’<</you>> You attempt a little flirtation. Zoey smiles to herself and looks down. <<zoey>>‘I’ll show you the dress. What are you going to wear?’<</zoey>> She asks as she bends over to pick up the dress, her thong cutting between her ass cheeks. <<you>>‘What’s wrong with what I was wearing?’<</you>> You question. <<zoey>>‘<<if $clothes is 1>>Nothing’s wrong with them<<else>>What you were wearing is fine<</if>>, just thought you’d want options. It’s the fun of getting ready together.’<</zoey>> Zoey asks with a thoughtful expression. <<you>>‘Err... Medium?’<</you>> You reply dumbly. She laughs. <<zoey>>‘I have jeans that would fit. Want to try them on?’<</zoey>> Zoey asks, already moving to her closet. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe you were just happy to be part of such a beautiful girl's “getting-ready” ritual, but you felt comfortable with the idea. Plus, you've already put on makeup, might as well try on different clothes. <<you>>‘Sure.’<</you>> You reply, trying to sound nonchalant. Zoey returns holding a white pair of jeans that look too small. <<zoey>>‘Give these a go.’<</zoey>> She says, casually giving your <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3 or $firstpartypanties is 1>>panties<<else>>boxers<</if>> to you as well. You turn away and drop your towel, quickly pulling up your underwear so as not to be exposed for too long. You pull on the jeans and are surprised to find that they stretch to fit you. When you’re done, you turn and look at the girls expectantly. <<you>>‘You... really think I pull these off?’<</you>> You ask, looking down at yourself with a touch of uncertainty. They fit you great and weren’t something you’d considered wearing before but you had to admit, they were way more of a statement than what you’d worn here. <<zoey>>‘You pull them off, for sure, they suit you much better than me.’<span> Zoey praises, while she makes the final adjustments to her dress.</span> ‘Thoughts?’<</zoey>> She asks, somewhat shyly. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeypartypink.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>‘I... love it, you look great. What shoes are you going to wear with it?’<</you>> You ask, trying to be constructive.<<zoey>>‘I was thinking these.’<</zoey>> She says, holding up a black strappy pair of heels. <<you>>‘Perfect! I... we should think of going?’<</you>> You ask, quickly checking your phone. She nods, and the two of you proceed to the kitchen, carrying the drinks. While you mix another drink for the two of you, you’re struck by how at ease you are with Zoey, like you’ve been friends forever. There is some tension there, you think, but it can wait. For now, you're just sharing a moment, and it feels great. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/drinkingtogether.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>‘Who’s going to be there?’<</you>> You ask. <<zoey>>‘Mostly people from Noir, with a few from the University! Lester tries to have a party for every occasion, but the first of the school year is always the most popular.’<</zoey>> Zoey explains.<<you>>‘Will Ms Winters be there?’<</you>> You ask tentatively. <<zoey>>‘I’m sure she’ll make an appearance. Though she rarely sticks around at these kind of things.’<span> Zoey says.</span> ‘Do you want to see her?’<</zoey>> You catch a note of curiosity in her question, maybe she wants to know how you feel about your boss. <<if $abmeet gte 5 and $ablie isnot 1>>Your mind goes back to that evening. You would definitely like more from her, between her commanding demeanour and gorgeous... ok, maybe I should focus before getting a supremely awkward boner.<<else>>You mentally replay the events of your meeting with Ms Winters. You're not completely sure how to feel about her, but still, she's uneniably hot. That feeling of control, the teasing... hmm, maybe I should stop before my dick decides to act out on its own.<</if>> You go silent, not knowing how to respond. <<you>>‘I mean… I wouldn’t mind.’<</you>> You finally give a very non-commital answer. <<zoey>>'Uh huh'<span> She smiles knowingly, then giggles. </span>‘Sorry, that was a joke. Seriously, she can be very intense. When I first started I didn’t know where I stood with her. I think the trick is to just take her as she comes, she’s a bit of a workaholic so don’t take anything she says personally, it’s normally all in the interest of Noir.’<</zoey>><<you>>‘I got that vibe from her… I think it’ll just take time to get used to.’<</you>> You answer, feeling like you’ve probably avoided giving too much information. <<you>>‘Sooo, shall we get going?’<</you>> You ask, changing the subject.<<zoey>>‘Yes, it's almost time, let's finish our drinks. And let's toast, to a good party!’<</zoey>> The two of you empty your glasses and get ready to leave. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miapartydress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<mia>>'What's Kelvin?'<</mia>> Mia asks with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. <<you>>'It's like Celsius in terms of ratio but 0 degrees Kelvin is the lowest temperature possible, whereas 0 degrees Celsius is the temperature where water becomes solid.'<span> You turn to Zoey.</span> 'At least as far as I can remember, it's been a while.'<</you>> Zoey smiles at your statement of ignorance. <<zoey>>'Yes, that is correct. 0°Kelvin is -273°Celsius.'<</zoey>> Mia nods. <<mia>>'Interesting, now that you mention it I remember hearing something like that back in school. Why doesn't the lab uses Fahrenheit? We are in the US after all.'<</mia>> Zoey thinks about it for a moment. <<zoey>>'You know, that's actually a good question, I don't know. I think it's just a matter of most instruments being from Europe or the UK and thus using Celsius. Kelvin is used in scientific papers all the time, so I was already used to the conversion. Oh, we're here!'<</zoey>> She concludes abruptly as you reach the main campus building. There is a black guy at the entrance who lets you in. Once inside, the three of you move quickly down the hallway through the big double-doors that lead into a huge auditorium. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As soon as you're let in, Mia checks her phone, then turns to you and Zoey. <<mia>>'Sooo, I'll quickly check in the kitchen and be right back!'<</mia>> And she brisk walks away. Chairs and desks have been moved aside and the main podium, slightly elevated compared to the rest of the room, has been converted into a dance floor, with multicoloured lights and everything. Right now it sits empty but that is probably because the party hasn't started properly: at the end of the dance floor, you see a set of large speakers. On the right of the room you see a door and a few tables set with snacks and food. Someone occasionally comes through that door with a tray and leaves the food on the table, meaning there should be a kitchen in that direction. On the left, a set of open doors leads into a large side room where you spot a pool table being set up. A door in the back leads to an inner courtyard where you see a bonfire being prepared. As you look around, you are suddenly hit by the large number of people at the event: there are already over 50 people here and that number is likely to grow. Your social anxiety does not do well in such situations: maybe you should just... <<zoey>>'Oh, there they are!'<</zoey>> Zoey interrupts your train of thoughts and points to the main entrance. Dr Jamerson, Nicki and Abigail just walked in.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<zoey>>'Come on, let's go say hi!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey pointing towards the group. You're not exactly thrilled to see Jamerson and Nicki but might as well mingle, especially because the conversation might be important. You approach the three, who have been swarmed by people simply paying their respects. You recognize one of them as Marcus, the guy who repaired your washing machine<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>> with Lester<</if>>. <<marcus>>'...a pleasure to see you here. Miss Martinez, beautiful as always!'<</marcus>> He says with a little bow. Nicki, not expecting the compliment, returns a genuine smile, something quite rare from her. She does look especially radiant this evening wearing a very elegant white blouse. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/nickiparty.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<jamerson>>'Will our host join us before the party?'<</jamerson>> Jamerson steps in and asks Marcus. <<marcus>>'Ehm, I don't know, Sir, there is still a lot to set up. Perhaps he'll join you later?'<</marcus>> Marcus seems uncomfortable, and there was tension in Jamerson's voice. <<abigail>>'I'm sure he does not mean anything by it. We know Lester works very hard for us all, don't we?'<</abigail>> Says Abigail, clearly trying to help Marcus out. Nicki steps in as well. <<nicki>>'Yes, he was working on the new thing even this morning.'<</nicki>> Jamerson doesn't say anything but nods politely. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/jamerson.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Abigail spots you and Zoey and motions you to come forward. <<abigail>>'Ah, there you are. Good evening, you two!'<</abigail>> You smile back at Abigail as you get closer. <<zoey>>'Good evening Abigail! Nicki, Dr Jamerson.'<</zoey>> Says Zoey, giving a quick hug to Abigail and looking at the other two. <<you>>'Good evening, Ms Winters, Nicki, Dr Jamerson.'<</you>> You shake hands with everyone. Throughout all this, Zoey seems... uncomfortable, and is casting frequent glances at Marcus, who only at this point turns around. <<marcus>>'Oh, h-hi Zoey! <<if $firstpartyzoeynaughtyoutfit is 1>> That's a great dress...<<else>> Oh, that pink dress looks... really good on you...<</if>>Ehm... So, I'll... be going, enjoy the p-party!'<</marcus>> He quickly disappears. Huh, that was weird, you think as you see Mia rejoining the group holding a tray full of drinks. You all take one and Nicki raises her glass. <<nicki>>'To Noir Institution!'<</nicki>> You all raise your glasses and drink up. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> As you drink, you notice that no one has commented on your clothing and makeup yet, maybe they just don't care. You can see around you a few people who are dressed up, not too many but enough so you don't stand out. Abigail and Jamerson both turn away from the group as they are greeted by other guests. <<nicki>>'I must say, $name, that you cleaned up nicely this evening<<if $clothes is 2 or $clothes is 3>>. After all the trouble you gave us<</if>>, I wasn't expecting proper taste from you. <<if $firstpartymakeupmia is 1>> The makeup is especially on point.<</if>>'<</nicki>> Damn, even Nicki is paying you compliments? Well, she did imply that you were unrefined, but given how she treats you normally, that's a huge improvement. Maybe it was not such a bad idea to dress up, you think smiling with confidence. <<you>>'Oh, ehm, thank you, it's very kind of you to say.'<</you>> You say, blushing. <<zoey>>'Come on, Nicki, don't be mean, $name could use some work, but for this setting it's more than enough. <<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>>Mia and <</if>>I helped him out.'<</zoey>> Zoey steps in and explains. <<nicki>>'I can see your touch in the clothes<<if $firstpartymakeupmia is 1>>, though not on the makeup, which I have to say is impressive<<else>> and the makeup<</if>>.'<</nicki>> Mia interjects. <<mia>>'Of course, <<if $firstpartymakeupmia is 1>>I am responsible for the makeup, thank you<<else>>Zoey is the best<</if>>!'<</mia>> Your heart skips a beat when you see how quickly Zoey and Mia jumped to your side. Abigail rejoins the conversation. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/abigail.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<abigail>>'Ah, that makes sense, you did very well. And $name, I agree with Nicki, you look really good.'<</abigail>> You give Abigail a grateful smile, a bit surprised at all the praise coming from everyone. People are still arriving, and you should be nervous about it but you're... not, not really. Maybe the fact you're wearing that... foreign pretty face you saw in the mirror... or maybe it's the alcohol. Yeeeah, definitely the alcohol. Even so, you realise that you might actually get through the party on your own, or at least attempt to. The conversation soon fragments, with Abigail and Nicki on one side talking about work stuff that you can't really follow because of the ambient noise. Jamerson has moved away a bit, you can see he went to talk with <<if $yoga is 1>>Mariastella, the Teaching Assistant you met during yoga class<<else>>a short brunette with an elegant, formal dress<</if>>. On the other side, you are talking with Zoey and Mia about the apparently abundant buffet, drinks and food, that will be served throughout the party. <<mia>>'...And I think Reece's muffins are on the menu at some point.'<</mia>> <<zoey>>'Ah, I am quite curious about those, Marcus said they were very good. And we even have someone from England here to judge them properly!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey, turning to you. <<you>>'Hey, I can judge, though technically they were first invented in Wales!'<span> You say in jest. </span>'Speaking of Marcus, what was that earlier?'<</you>> Zoey's eyes widen as you ask. <<zoey>>'O-oh, n-nothing.'<</zoey>> She says, dismissively. Mia turns to her with intrigued amusement. <<mia>>'Hmmm. I smell gossip. Do tell.'<</mia>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Team up with Mia and push for information|Firstparty Arrival 3a]]>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><<set $zoeymarcusknowledge to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take Zoey's side and stop Mia from prying|Firstparty Arrival 3b]]>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'Agreed, it definitely sounds like something. You don't have to share if you don't want to, buuuut...'<</you>> You look at her with giddy expectation. Zoey sighs deeply. <<zoey>>'Oh, fine! Marcus and I went on a couple of dates and... it did not work out. Happy?'<</zoey>> She says, pouting and trying her hardest to suppress a smile. <<mia>>'Ooh, but why? He's attractive enough. And dependable too. Guys who fix appliances are a rare commodity.'<</mia>> Says Mia, still yearning for more. Zoey sighs again, this time with a lot more uncertainty. <<zoey>>'I... I just wasn't feeling it. Maybe I'm just not... ready? Aah, no matter. Still, it's fresh right now, and meeting him out of the blue in front of everyone was awkward as fuck.'<</zoey>> She ends with a gesture of frustration. You and Mia laugh at her exasperation. <<mia>>'Come on, we should not let a bad date get in the way of this evening, we are here to have fun and to give $name a taste of life here at Noir!'<</mia>> She says, raising her glass. <<zoey>>'Hear, hear!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey, joining in the toast, and you join them as well. As you drink you think about what Mia just said, and decide to bring it up. <<you>>'Ehm so, Mia, you said Noir. But isn't this technically a party for Delvarma College?'<</you>> <<mia>>'Hmmm, no, this technically is a private party organised by Lester, as far as I know.'<</mia>> Abigail rejoins the group. <<abigail>>'She's right. Lester is Head Custodian at Delvarma, and thus is allowed to set up parties on campus ground. This, however, is a Noir party in the sense that nearly all the people you see here are employed by Noir Institution or are working for Dr Jamerson in some capacity.'<</abigail>> The others nod, clearly Abigail put it best. <<you>>'I see, thank you!'<</you>> There is a lull in the conversation as Jamerson and Nicki rejoin your group. <<jamerson>>'By the way, Dr Winters, how is your new recruit?'<</jamerson>> He asks, turning towards Abigail. <<abigail>>'Great, he's disciplined and eager. We met the day before yesterday and we'll start on Monday.'<</abigail>> Says Abigail, smiling in your direction. <<if $ablie is 1>>You catch a knowing glance behind that smile as she locks eyes with you. She clearly wants you to know she is covering for you<<else>>She locks eyes with you to let you know she means what she just said<<if $abmeet lte 4>>, which surprises you considering she told you you did not do very well. She clearly thinks you're worth keeping, which makes you smile in gratitude<</if>><</if>>. Jamerson looks at you and nods approvingly. <<jamerson>>'Very well. I'll check in from time to time, I am interested in how he performs.'<</jamerson>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has increased@@</span></b></center></div> You are curious about it but Zoey does not seem especially willing to share, and it's not worth pushing her about it. <<you>>'Come on, Mia, let's give her some space, I'm sure she will tell us when ready.'<</you>> Mia grimaces in disappointment, like a cat robbed of her favourite treat. Then puts her hands up. <<mia>>'Fiiiiine, I won't insist. For now.'<</mia>> She quickly adds at the end. Zoey touches your arm and gives you a grateful look. <<zoey>>'Thanks, and to be fair there is not that much to tell, it's just... fresh right now. I promise I'll tell you everything Mia, I won't deprive you of gossip, ok?'<</zoey>> She says, smiling at Mia. <<mia>>'Thankyouthankyouthankyou, and yes, take your time. After all, we are here to have fun and to give $name a taste of life here at Noir!'<</mia>> She says, raising her glass. <<zoey>>'Hear, hear!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey, joining in the toast, and you join them as well. As you drink you think about what Mia just said, and decide to bring it up. <<you>>'Ehm so, Mia, you said Noir. But isn't this technically a party for Delvarma College?'<</you>> <<mia>>'Hmmm, no, this technically is a private party organised by Lester, as far as I know.'<</mia>> Abigail rejoins the group. <<abigail>>'She's right. Lester is Head Custodian at Delvarma, and thus is allowed to set up parties on campus ground. This, however, is a Noir party in the sense that nearly all the people you see here are employed by Noir Institution or are working for Dr Jamerson in some capacity.'<</abigail>> The others nod, clearly Abigail put it best. <<you>>'I see, thank you!'<</you>> There is a lull in the conversation as Jamerson and Nicki rejoin your group. <<jamerson>>'By the way, Dr Winters, how is your new recruit?'<</jamerson>> He asks, turning towards Abigail. <<abigail>>'Great, he's disciplined and eager. We met the day before yesterday and we'll start on Monday.'<</abigail>> Says Abigail, smiling in your direction. <<if $ablie is 1>>You catch a knowing glance behind that smile as she locks eyes with you. She clearly wants you to know she is covering for you<<else>>She locks eyes with you to let you know she means what she just said<<if $abmeet lte 4>>, which surprises you considering she told you you did not do very well. She clearly thinks you're worth keeping, which makes you smile in gratitude<</if>><</if>>. Jamerson looks at you and nods approvingly. <<jamerson>>'Very well. I'll check in from time to time, I am interested in how well he performs.'<</jamerson>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Arrival 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> As you look around, you see that the group is rapidly dispersing as the music picks up. Mia turns to you. <<mia>>'Sooo, I'll be in the kitchen helping out. We plan to play games later, come check us out!'<</mia>> You light up. <<you>>'Oh, do you need help?'<</you>> She laughs. <<mia>>'No, no, I got it, thanks. This is your first party at Noir, you should go mingle, enjoy yourself and dance the night away!'<</mia>> You lower your eyes, instinctively searching for an excuse. <<you>>'S-sorry, but I d-don't think...'<</you>> She cuts you off. <<mia>>'Oh, come on, don't do that I'm-going-to-hide-and-leave-early crap! You're here to have fun, right? And this is a good chance to meet people, you're not going to do that by helping in the kitchen, right?'<</mia>> Crap, that's actually a good argument! When did this woman get so devilishly persuasive? You think as you desperately try to come up with a good reason. Seeing you hesitate, Mia goes for the kill. <<mia>>'Look, you dressed up and got super pretty. Do you really want to waste all of the effort Zoey <<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>>and I<</if>> put in? Do you want to disappoint...'<</mia>> This time you cut her off. <<you>>'All right, all right, you made your point! I'll go mingle now, I surrender!'<</you>> You raise your hands, conceding. She laughs triumphantly. <<mia>>'Yes, mission accomplished!'<</mia>> And starts to walk towards the kitchen. <<you>>'Wait, one question. I'll find you in the kitchen later, count on that. What about Lester, though? I think... I'd like to meet him.'<</you>> She stops and makes a puzzled face as she thinks for a moment. <<mia>>'Hmmmmmmmmm, I'd say go there and try, but after that speech he's likely to be swarmed for the rest of the party. Your best chance would be at the pool table, he likes to play pool. He... does make the rounds every once in a while, so if you pop in the kitchen and he shows up, we can try to keep him here and involve him in some game, I think he'll like that.'<</mia>> You commit all of this to memory. <<you>>'Ok, pool table and possibly the kitchen. Any tips?'<</you>> You ask hoping to prolong the conversation. <<mia>>'Haha, you want to cheat, huh? Ok, I'll tell you two things: do not drink more than you can handle and maybe learn a bit about him before meeting him. And no, I'm not going to tell you anything, you have a room full of people, go ask around!'<</mia>> She concludes bopping your nose with a teasing smile. You want to look annoyed but her enthusiasm is so contagious you cannot help but smile. Realizing she has won, she blows you a kiss and disappears into the crowd. You realize it would be pointless to wallow, so you take a sip of your drink and study the crowd. As you are about to dive in, you should probably keep in mind that playing pool and visiting Mia in the kitchen will probably take quite a bit of time, so if you want to mingle you should keep that in mind. <<set $drinksattheparty to 2>> <<set $firstparty to 1>> <<set $miapartypoint to 0>><<set $lesterpartypoint to 0>><<set $zoeypartypoint to 0>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $firstparty is 1>> __The party has just started__ A few people are on the dance floor, while the majority is in the hall chatting, eating and drinking. There is a small crowd around Lester moving towards the pool table and there are people still coming in. You can also spot a couple of groups outside, enjoying the evening as the sunset approaches and the golden hour slowly turns orange. <<elseif $firstparty is 2>>__The party is now in full swing__ The room is nearly full and the there are quite a number of people on the dance floor. There are people going in and out and there are a couple of groups outside, enjoying the evening air as the starry night sky is clear and visible even through the light pollution from the campus park. <<else>>__The party is now starting to wind down__ There are still plenty of people but more and more are starting to leave. Most of the guests are now concentrated on the dance floor, with the music going full blast. The groups outside have moved on, probably because the night air is getting chilly. <</if>> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1>> You feel a buzz from the alcohol but your mind is still clear. If you want, you can drink something. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Have a drink|Firstparty]]>><<set $drinksattheparty to $drinksattheparty+1>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>You're not particularly drunk but the high from the weed is still there, so you don't want to drink more and risk hitting your limit. <<else>>You feel mellow and happier. You could still drink more but you don't want to risk hitting your limit. You are not to the point where you would start slurring but you're definitely not lucid enough to have a serious conversation.<</if>> <<if $partysoberingup isnot 2>> You could go out and take a walk to absorb some of the alcohol and stuff inside you and clear your head, though you should not do that too many times, probably twice is enough. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take a break from the party|FirstParty SoberingUp]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartycoaches isnot 1 and $firstparty isnot 3>>You remember Coach Nelson telling you he was going to be here. You could look for him. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Search for Coach Nelson|Party 2 Coaches]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $firstpartycoaches isnot 1 and $firstparty is 3>>you remember Coach Nelson telling you he was going to be there, but it's probably too late to look for him. He does seem like the guy who would leave a party early to go to bed.<</if>> <<if $partytalkmariastella isnot 1>>You notice a very elegant brunette near the buffet. <<if $yoga is 1>>You recognize Mariastella, the Italian lady you met yesterday during yoga class.<</if>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach her|Firstparty Mariastella]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $partytalknicki isnot 1>> You spot Nicki drinking in a corner. While she might not be the friendliest person, maybe you can still talk to her.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Find Nicki|Firstparty Nicki]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartysilentcartographer isnot 1>>You spot an elegant black woman surveying the crowd. She is sipping her drink slowly and gracefully and seems to exude an air of control. Perhaps she might know something? <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go talk to her|Party1 Silent Cartographer]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>You notice Grace Black is still there if you have more questions or need a refresher. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back to Grace|Party1 silent cartographer questions]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $marcuslouispartytalk isnot 1 and $firstparty is 1>>You could also try to look for Louis, since you spotted him during the speech. He could have some info on Lester. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Look for him|Louis+Marcus Party]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartyjamersonscene isnot 1 and $firstparty is 1>>You could look for Jamerson and get his perspective. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Look for Jamerson|Firstparty Jamerson]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $firstpartyjamersonscene isnot 1 and $firstparty isnot 1>>You try to look for Jamerson but he probably left already.<</if>> <<if $abigailfirstpartyscene isnot 1 and $firstparty is 1>>You could search for Abigail, if she has not left already.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Search for Abigail|Firstparty Abigail]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $abigailfirstpartyscene isnot 1 and $firstparty isnot 1>> You try to look for Abigail but at this point she probably left. After all, she did not seem that comfortable even at the start.<</if>> <<if $firstpartyhighroad1 isnot 1 and $firstparty isnot 3>> You could just look around the crowd and see what you can find. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Look around|Firstparty Highroad1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartyolifirstscene isnot 1 and $firstparty is 1>>You could look for Oli, he said he was going to be here tonight. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[See if you can find Oli|FirstParty Scottish1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $firstparty is 2 and $firstpartyolisecond isnot 1>> You could look for Oli<<if $firstpartyolifirstscene is 1>> again<<else>>, he said he was going to be here tonight.<</if>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[See if you can find Oli|FirstParty Scottish2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $firstparty is 3>> You look for Oli but he is nowhere to be found. It looks like his group moved on. You take a quick look outside, but they are not there either.<</if>> <<if $firstpartyzoeysidescene isnot 1 and $firstparty isnot 3>>You spot Zoey nearby and exchange a glance with her. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach her|FirstParty Zoeyside]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstparty isnot 1 and $firstpartyhighroad1 is 1 and $firstpartyhighroad2 isnot 1>>You could go back to the bonfire outside with Jake, Toby and Drew.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back to Toby and Drew|FirstParty HighRoad2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstparty is 2 and $firstpartytanyascene isnot 1>> You spot the tall figure of Tanya near the buffet. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach Tanya|FirstParty Tanya]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartykitchendreamers is 1 and $firstpartymiasidescene isnot 1>> You could look for Mia, now that she is out of the kitchen.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|FirstParty Miaside]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $marcuslouispartytalk is 1 and $firstparty is 3 and $marcuslouispartyprank isnot 1>> Now that the crowd is dispersing, you see Marcus and Louis talking, while Louis is holding a bucket. Maybe they need help. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach them|Firstparty Prank]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstparty isnot 3>>__If you are done mingling__, you could follow Mia's advice and <<if $firstpartypoolofpeople isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Lester at the pool table|Firstparty Pool]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartykitchendreamers isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Mia in the kitchen|Firstparty Kitchen]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<else>> __Whenever you are done__, you should join the others on the dance floor <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the dance floor|Firstparty Dance]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<<if $firstparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $partysoberingup isnot 1>><<set $partysoberingup to 1>><<else>><<set $partysoberingup to 2>><</if>> <<set $drinksattheparty to $drinksattheparty-3>> You decide to go out and take a<<if $partysoberingup is 2>>nother<</if>> walk around the green area of the campus. <<if $firstparty is 1>>It's a beautiful evening, and the golden hour is lighting the mountains on fire<<else>>Tonight the park lights are still on, probably because of the party, and you take in the scene while also admiring the clear night sky full of stars<</if>>. You breathe at a steady pace as you walk at moderate speed. You want to work your muscles and increase your circulation to absorb the alcohol and clear your head.<<if $partysoberingup is 2 and $superhighattheparty is 1>> You also feel the high from the weed slowly subside, and the fog in your mind clears up. <<set $superhighattheparty to 0>><</if>> The night air is cool on your face and you find yourself relieved of the sudden silence, away from the music and conversation. And still you are smiling: it's a social event, something that has always terrified you, and not only you are doing ok interacting with people, you are also having a modicum of fun. Reinvigorated, you make your way back to the party. As you enter, you see Zoey waving a hand and smiling at you, probably glad to see you back. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $partytalkmariastella to 1>>As you approach her, you notice she is sampling the buffet with what you can only describe as giddy hunger. Alongside her plate, she is carrying a plastic chalice with white wine in it. <<if $yoga is 1>>Last time she was wearing gym clothes. This time she is wearing a black, low-cut dress, very fancy but perhaps a bit too formal for this kind of party. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She greets you as you approach. <<melissa>>'Hey, $name right? How are you doing?'<</melissa>> She says with a warm smile. You smile back at her, and while you reply you can't help but steal a glance at her neckline. You notice she is wearing a necklace with a tiny medal at the end. It's made of metal, likely gold or silver, a blue shield with three golden dots on it. It intrigues you, so as you keep talking you lean towards the buffet to look closer. <<you>>'Not bad, still getting adjusted. No more collisions though, which is always a positive. And this buffet looks delicious! How are you doing?'<</you>> You take a slice of quiche and while you put in on your plate you take a second to look once again at that medal. Those three dots are... insects? They look like stylized bees, in a triangular pattern, their heads looking towards the top. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Barberinicrest.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<melissa>>'Thank you, I am doing great, and again sorry about that. I spent all day dealing with... bureaucracy.'<span> She rolls her eyes.</span> 'But now I'm done. And famished, I could eat a buffalo!'<</melissa>> She fills her plate as she talks. <<you>>'Have at it then! By the way, I saw you talking with Jamerson before, is there something wrong?'<</you>> <<melissa>>'Nah, noff-'<span> She stops, gulps down her food, then resumes. </span>'Sorry. No, it's nothing to worry about. He approached me with concerns about funding, but we ended up talking about all sorts of things. He is really sweet and... comfortable.'<</melissa>> <<else>> You study her figure as you approach. She is short, with plenty of curves in the right places, definitely a looker. She wears a black, low-cut dress, very fancy but perhaps a bit too formal for this kind of party. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She smiles as you approach. <<you>>'H-hi, sorry to bother you, I saw you talking with Jamerson b-before.'<</you>> You groan internally at your awkward attempt. She senses your awkwardness and steps forward. <<melissa>>'It's okay. You...'<span> She sizes you up for a moment, squinting her eyes.</span> 'You must be Winters' new British hiree.'<span> You nod as she extends her hand.</span> 'Mariastella Barberini, Teaching Assistant. I manage funding for Noir on behalf of the college. Welcome to Delvarma!'<</melissa>> <<you>>'$name $lastname, thank you, it's really nice here.'<</you>> You reply, shaking her hand. You take a moment to think: she speaks fluent English but with a heavy foreign accent. She is also moving that chalice a lot while she speaks, punctuating every other word with a gesture. This, based on your experience in a London supermarket and her name, would make her Italian<<if $nickipartyinfo is 1>>, not Spanish as Nicki said<</if>>. While shaking her hand, you steal a glance at her neckline and see a necklace with a tiny medal at the end. It's made of metal, likely gold or silver, a blue shield with three golden dots on it. It intrigues you, so as you keep talking you lean on to the buffet to look closer. <<melissa>>'Yes, it's great, I moved in recently as well. Let me sample the buffet, after a whole day dealing with bureaucracy I'm so hungry I could eat a buffalo!'<</melissa>> There is a pause in the conversation as you both take things from the table. As you put a slice of quiche on your plate, you once again glance at her neckline to take a closer look at that medal. Those three dots are... insects? They look like stylized bees in a triangular pattern, their heads looking towards the top. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Barberinicrest.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Since she seems to be easy-going, you keep talking. <<you>>'Funding? Should I be worried?<</you>> you ask with a smile. <<melissa>>'Nah, noff-'<span> She stops, gulps down her food, then resumes. </span>'Sorry. No, it's nothing to worry about. He approached me with concerns, but we ended up talking about all sorts of things. He is really sweet and... comfortable.'<</melissa>> <</if>> As soon as she says that, you immediately check her head for signs of severe and/or traumatic concussions. Sweet? And comfortable? Jamerson?! You try to picture it in your mind. Nope, not happening<<if $firstpartyjamersonscene is 1>>, especially given your most recent interaction<</if>>.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask about her role|Firstparty Mariastella 2a]]>><<set $mariastellaknowledge to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask about Jamerson|Firstparty Mariastella 2b]]>><<set $mariastellajamersonknowledge to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $firstpartyhighroad1 to 1>> You wander around the party, taking in the sights, when you spot those two guys that you met in the elevator with Zoey on your first day. One of them notice you and comes closer, while the other is taking a few things from the buffet. <<drew>>'Hello beautiful! Can I get you a drink?'<</drew>> He asks, blatantly looking at your legs. You feel a bit objectified, but you decide to keep up appearances, just to have a bit of fun. <<you>>'Sure, handsome! Why don't you introduce me to your friend as well?'<</you>> You say flashing a beautiful smile and trying to speak with a higher pitch.<<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> You also make sure to adjust your body language, just as Abigail told you before, to sell the charade even more.<</if>> He lights up with a somewhat lascivious smile. <<drew>>'Oh, absolutely, there you go. Hey, Toby!'<</drew>> He motions his friend to come closer. He hands you a drink. <<drew>>'I'm Drew, by the way. So, beautiful and British, I'd say from your accent. You're a bit of a mystery, aren't you?'<</drew>> He asks, intrigued. Still a bit surprised at how insanely popular you seem to be tonight, you decide to play along, there's no harm in a little banter. <<you>>'Maybe I am.'<</you>> You reply, digging the mysterious 'femme fatale' persona, and remaining vague. His friend approaches and hands Drew a tray of food and various beverages. <<drew>>'I did not know a hottie from across the pond would be here tonight.'<</drew>> Toby looks at you first with a curious smile, then with a discerning gaze. <<toby>>'Drew, you moron, your beauty is the newbie that was with Rosie the other day. Hi, by the way, I'm Toby!'<</toby>> As soon as he says that, you start laughing, and are soon joined by the other two. <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> As all of you laugh, you sense Drew's eyes still on you. His laughter is loud but he keeps a weirdly intense gaze on you throughout.<</if>> <<you>>'I'm so sorry, I did not mean to cause confusion. I'm $name, pleased to make your acquaintance. I... decided to dress up for tonight and I... again, I'm sorry.'<</you>> You conclude apologetically, turning to Drew. He smiles back. <<drew>>'It's fine, $name, just a little prank between colleagues, am I right?'<</drew>> He says, clearly still a bit embarrassed by his mistake. Toby steps in. <<toby>>'Ha! That is actually a wonderful costume, $name, considering how quickly Drew bought it. We are about to take some of this...'<</toby>> He stops and gestures at the buffet. <<toby>>'... To our friends outside. Would you mind giving us a hand? You can join us outside afterwards.'<</toby>> <<you>>'Sure.'<</you>> You reply. Toby hands you another tray, and hands Drew a few bottles of beer. The three of you, loaded with precious cargo, make your way to the inner courtyard you saw before. A small bonfire has been lit in the center and there are chairs and benches around, as well as several blankets and pillows for people to lay on the ground. You see several bottles already empty on the ground and the distinctive smell of weed invades your nostrils<<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>>, though unlike upstairs with Jamerson this time you see people actually smoking it<</if>>. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Highroad1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You approach Zoey, who sees you coming and meets you halfway. <<zoey>>'So, $name, are you enjoying the party so far?'<</zoey>> You give her a radiant smile. <<you>>'Yes, definitely, good food, good people. And a magnificent speech by the host!'<</you>> She laughs. <<zoey>>'Ah, yes, Lester knows how to captivate an audience. As I understand, this time it was a hard-fought battle, so do mention it if he brings it up.'<</zoey>> <<if $reparationsknowledge is 0 or $reparationsknowledge is 1>><<you>>'Thanks, I will. As I was told, there is a bit of a dark history around Delvarma and the Black community?'<</you>> You ask, tentatively. <<zoey>>'Yeah, kind of. I don't now all the details but it's quite messy. Then again, it's difficult to escape that in the US, there is always some kind of bloody past.'<</zoey>><<else>><<you>>'Thanks, I will. Do you know the story behind this reparation plan?'<</you>> <<zoey>>'Not in detail, I know that something bad happened, you should ask Marcus if you want the whole picture. It's a story of oppression, but then again, it's difficult to escape such tales in the US.'<</zoey>><</if>><<you>>'I get that, but I think it's the same everywhere. I heard that the money used to create the London British Museum came from plantations where slaves worked.'<</you>> She perks up. <<zoey>>'Interesting, I did not know that. Still, I can promise you that there is no First People cemetery under Delvarma.'<</zoey>> She says, smiling. You decide to keep the joke going.<<you>>'Oh, so no sudden river of blood from the lobby lift? Damn, if I knew that, I never would have come here!'<</you>> Her vibrant laugh catches a few glances from the other guests. <<zoey>>'Yeah, soooo sorry, no river of blood for you. Although I think I spotted two twins at college the other day, men and grown-ups but I guess they'll have to do. Seriously, in the movie the two twins were creeeepy.'<</zoey>> There is a moment of silence as she fills her plate at the buffet. <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Zoeyside 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Zoeyside 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $firstpartymiasidescene to 1>> You find Mia by the buffet, probably eating the dinner she did not have before. <<mia>>'Hey $name!'<</mia>> She greets you as you approach. As you come closer you see a couple of empty plastic black bags at her feet. <<you>>'Hi, are you planning to clean up a murder?'<</you>> You say, pointing to them. She finishes eating, then replies with the most deadpan serious face possible. <<mia>>'Yes, actually, you caught me. Someone murdered this whole buffet, and I'm here to dispose of its remains.'<</mia>> She points to the full bins and the stuff around the buffet, where trash is starting to accumulate. <<you>>'I see. I never cleaned up a murder scene before, sounds like fun! Can I help?'<</you>> You offer, since you already helped her in the kitchen it seems the right thing to do, especially since you came to hang out with her. She looks at you with a surprised smile. <<mia>>'Ehm... Are you sure? You already helped, there really is no need.'<</mia>> She says, making it clear that she doesn't mind doing everything herself. <<you>>'Nah, it's all good. This way we'll be done quickly and you'll get to enjoy the party as well.'<</you>> Mia puts down her empty plate, then hands you one of the plastic bags. <<mia>>'Ok, then I'm not going to argue. Thank you so much. Here you go, let's get started!'<</mia>> You spend the next few minutes cleaning up the buffet table, which now looks serviceable again. Then the two of you go outside in a side alley next to the building to put the trash in the bin. <<mia>>'Done. Now we can get back... Wait, Correy, is that you?'<</mia>> She says, looking at someone behind you. You turn and you see <<if $mia is 1>>Correy<<else>>a big athletic white guy in his late twenties<</if>> walking behind you, probably headed to the entrance. He stops and turns. <<correy>>'Oh, hey Mia. Have you seen Reece?'<</correy>> He asks. <<mia>>'Oh, he is still in the kitchen, finishing up. Do you know what happened to Alex? He said he was going to be here tonight.'<</mia>> Correy shrugs. <<correy>>'He's not going to make it, he ate something that did not agree with him. He thinks it was the oysters, though that was two days ago. Still, he is really, really indisposed.'<</correy>> He gives Mia a dismissive "you really don't want to hear the details" look. Then he turns to you.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Miaside 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Meeting Lester at the pool table will take some time. You should make sure you did everything you wanted to do before committing. If not, you can always <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div> You scope out the area around the pool table. You see Marcus trying to run interference so that not too many people are crowding the table and Lester is allowed to talk and play with a selected few. Alone you don't stand much of a chance of every reaching Lester and the table itself. With someone else though it should be much easier. You briefly consider who you should invite. <<if $partytalknicki isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Nicki|Firstparty Pool Nicki]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Zoey|Firstparty Pool Zoey]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Louis|Firstparty Pool Louis]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partytalkmariastella is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Mariastella|Firstparty Pool Mariastella]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartyolisecond isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Oli|Firstparty Pool Oli]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartykitchendreamers is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Mia|Firstparty Pool Mia]]>><</button>>@@</div><<else>>You consider asking Mia but she told you she is busy in the kitchen. If you want to do this with her, you should probably go to her first.<</if>> <<if $firstparty is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Abigail|Firstparty Pool Abigail]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $marcuslouispartytalk is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Marcus|Firstparty Pool Marcus]]>><<set $marcusfriend to $marcusfriend+1>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartycoaches is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Coach Nelson or Coach Liz|Firstparty Pool Coach]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartysilentcartographer is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Grace Black|Firstparty Pool Grace]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Going in the kitchen to help Mia is going to take some time. You should make sure you did everything you wanted to do before committing. If not, you can always <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div> You pop your head into the kitchen, and look around. Several tables, two big ovens on one side, a huge fridge in the other, it's like a small restaurant kitchen... if a tornado just swept through it. Well, not quite a tornado but still messy: a lot of trash to take out, some cleaning to clear up countertops. and a few other things. Still, with four more hands to help it should not take too much time, and afterwards you could all hang out. You think carefully about who you should ask. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Louis|Firstparty Kitchen Louis]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Marcus|Firstparty Kitchen Marcus]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $firstparty is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Abigail|Firstparty Kitchen Abigail]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Zoey|Firstparty Kitchen Zoey]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partytalknicki isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Nicki|Firstparty Kitchen Nicki]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $partytalkmariastella is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Mariastella|Firstparty Kitchen Mariastella]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartysilentcartographer is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Grace Black|Firstparty Kitchen Grace]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartyolisecond isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask Oli|Firstparty Kitchen Oli]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartypoolofpeople is 1>>Finally, since you already met Lester at the pool table, you could approach Mia and concoct a plan to lure Lester to the kitchen. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Invite Lester|Firstparty Kitchen Lester]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The party is finishing up. Most people have left, the ones remaining, about twenty-five of them, have gathered on the large dance floor. You observe their bodies dancing and get lost in the rhythmic movements of limbs and lights. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/peopledancing.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You see Zoey motioning you to come on stage, and you signal back that you'll do it in a minute, as you really need to go to the bathroom. You do your business, wash your hands, and, as you're coming back, you notice a couple leftover muffins. Thinking you'd better eat something to counter the alcohol, you start eating one as you approach the dance floor once again. Am I procrastinating? You ask yourself, as you seem unwilling to join Zoey right away. You notice that Mia has joined the dance as well: you catch yourself eating even slower. Yup, I'm definitely procrastinating, you think with a frustrated sigh as you gulp down the rest of the muffin. And yet, you stand still. Approaching that dance floor seems to trigger all of your insecurities, so you stop, take a deep breath and calm down. You feel anger at yourself: considering all you managed to accomplish this evening, this should not feel like such a big deal. You are way too tense at the moment, so you leave the dance floor and find a quiet corner. You find <<if $abigailfirstpartyscene is 1 or $firstpartypoolabigail is 1>>the place where you met Abigail earlier, now empty, the same armchair where she was sitting<<else>>one with a cosy armchair<</if>> overlooking the whole room. You sit down and relax, trying to understand why you are so tense. Memories come rushing back,<<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>> weirdly enhanced by the high you are still feeling from whatever you smoked outside,<</if>> of a somewhat happier, ancient time in London. Over three years ago: Sophie had invited Adrian to her birthday party and of course you came along. It was in a club, with all those oppressive lights and deafening music, you hated it with a fiery passion, especially because, as usual, the guys were excluding you and the girls were mocking you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Dance 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nickiparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> You are about to let her have it but you decide to hold back, it's not worthy and you could ruin the party for the other guests. <<you>>'Look, you seem very bitter right now, but please don't take it out on me, I really don't need this right now.'<</you>> You look at her straight in the eyes, you want to know her you are serious about this. Nicki looks slightly surprised by your response, but then you see her anger flare up again. <<nicki>>'Ha! Don't worry, you will soon. Soon you will be begging me to...'<</nicki>><<zoey>>'Nicki, enough, leave him alone.'<</zoey>> Zoey suddenly enters the conversation, siding beside you. You shoot her a quick glance, she is standing straight, her blue eyes gleaming like stars. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyangry.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Nicki seems ready to unleash on her as well, when suddenly she seems to realize something. <<nicki>>'Oh. I...<</nicki>> She takes a step back, hitting the table and making the empty glasses cling together. She focuses on them for a moment, then turns back and looks at Zoey. <<nicki>>'I... I had too much. I need to go.<</nicki>> <<zoey>>'Yes, that would be for the best. You want me to accompany you?'<</zoey>> <<nicki>>'N-no, it's... it's still early, I can find my own way.'<</nicki>> <<zoey>>'Suit yourself.'<</zoey>>Zoey concludes in an icy cold tone as Nicki quickly departs. <<zoey>>'Sorry about that, go ahead and enjoy the party, $name, don't mind her.'<</zoey>> You smile at her, still a bit weirded out by how cold her voice got. <<you>>'I will, and thank you for stepping in when you did.'<</you>> She nods, smiles at you and walks away. <<else>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Nicki has decreased@@</span></b></center></div> <<set $nicstat to $nicstat-2>><<you>>'Why do you have to be such a... why do you have to ruin this evening? Piss off, you and your... very mean words!'<</you>> You angrily raise your voice. She looks unperturbed by your outburst, her anger turning to disdain. <<nicki>>'You sniveling prick, how dare you speak to me like that! Soon you will beg me to...'<<nicki>>. <<zoey>>'Nicki, enough.<</zoey>> Zoey's ponytail has suddenly appeared into frame as she stands between you and Nicki. Seeing her, you immediately calm down, and suddenly become aware that a lot of people probably heard you yelling. Nicki looks like she is about to unleash on Zoey, but suddenly looks at her less with fury and more with inquisitive anger. <<nicki>>'W-why?' What gives you t-the right...'<</nicki>> Zoey does not let her finish. <<zoey>>'To step in? I don't know, Nicki, why don't you ask him?'<</zoey>> This time, it's your turn to take a step back. You are grateful for Zoey's intervention and clearly she is not ready to surrender any single inch of ground to Nicki. But at the same time, Zoey's voice is such a manifestation of cold anger it's almost scary, even when not directed at you. And Nicki seems to feel the same way: she does not reply but her eyes widen and colour vanishes from her face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/nickishocked.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Thought as much. Perhaps you need to sober up?'<</zoey>> Zoey continues, still glaring at her. Nicki lowers her gaze as her shoulders slump, defeated. <<nicki>>'Y-yes, you are right... sorry.'<</nicki>> She mumbles, barely audible over the music, before she quickly walks away. You watch her leaving the party as Zoey turns to you with a smile. <<zoey>>'Sorry about that, go ahead and enjoy the party, $name, don't mind her.'<</zoey>> Any trace of her previous anger is now gone, but you are still a bit weirded out. <<you>>'Sorry about the... before. I did not mean to shout.'<</you>> Zoey waves her hand, dismissing your concerns. <<zoey>>'Ah, don't worry about it, she was being... inappropriate. Though I have to say it was the most... polite shout I have ever heard. "Very mean words"?'<</zoey>> She asks raising an eyebrow while stifling a laugh. You lower your eyes, trying to hide an embarrassed smile: <<you>>'I know, I-I'm just not used to... well, shouting.'<span> You nervously look around. </span>'Or being in public in general.'<</you>> Zoey, still smiling at you, gently grabs your shoulders. <<zoey>>'That is fine, and it was genuinely adorable!'<</zoey>> She says with a teasing smile. <<zoey>>'But don't worry about Nicki, just enjoy the party and be happy.'<</zoey>> She briefly adjust your dress, then leans in and adds. <<zoey>>'Oh, and it seems you had quite a few, if I were you I would slow down on the drinks.'<</zoey>> You look back at her and nod. <<you>>'I will, and thanks again for stepping in.'<</you>> <</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Back to the main party|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You think about it for a moment, and it's just too risky to ask. They might take your question as condescending and you don't want to make a faux pas on the first party you've been invited to.<<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>> Plus, you already know enough about the reparations, there's no need to bother them into telling the story again.<</if>> You keep the small talk going for a moment, talking about the buffet. Marcus is called away shortly after, and leaves you alone with Louis. Seizing the chance, you try to steer the conversation towards Lester. <<you>>'Hey, I was wondering if you could tell me anything about Lester.'<</you>> Louis perks up with a big smile. <<louis>>'Ah, the hero of the hour! Did you meet him?'<</louis>> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. First, when he came with Marcus to fix the washing machine.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Oh, right, you mentioned that.'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, but we also met the morning after, I stumbled upon him on my way to work, it's...'<</you>> You hesitate, as a thought jumps at you. <<you>>'Well, seeing him right now he feels very important, and everyone, including Ab... ehm, Ms Winters seem to think so. Why does he still...'<</you>> You are trying to find the words when Louis comes to your aid. <<louis>>'Ah, you wonder why would he do janitorial work himself when he clearly has better things to do?'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, exactly! I mean, not that I'm not grateful or anything. He also seemed so... laid back, at least compared to Dr Jamerson.'<</you>> Louis smiles at you. <<louis>>'Well, to be honest I wondered that myself. I think there are multiple reasons why. The first is that he wants to be seen doing menial jobs, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully. It could be that he went with Marcus just because he wanted to meet the new British hiree.'<</louis>> You cannot help but smile at the flattery of such a gesture. Louis throw up his hands. <<louis>>'Hey, I don't know, you'll have to ask him. I know that he was aware you were coming in that day.'<</louis>> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. On the day I came in, after I settled into my room I did not want to fall asleep because of the jet lag, so I took a walk around and stumbled on Dr Winters. She took me to see Lester because she wanted to make sure her new project would not be delayed. Then I met him again the following morning, when we had a simple conversation. I have to say he was a lot more... laid back when talking to me, but that's probably because Dr Winters was not there.'<</you>> Louis looks at you slightly surprised. <<louis>>'Wow. A meeting with Lester and Dr Winters on your first day? I'm kinda jealous. Seriously though, Dr Winters has always been quite respectful of Lester's authority. I don't know why she brought you along, but I know that Lester was aware you were coming in that day. He wants to be seen as "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'But I also got the impression that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. You can see him doing janitorial work, but he picks and chooses those, or at least that's the impression I got.'<</louis>> <<else>> <<you>>'No, tonight was the first time, although... I might have seen him around the morning after I arrived, he was doing some janitorial work on the grounds and I passed nearby on my way to work.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Yes, he sometimes does that, even though he does not have to.'<</louis>> You shoot him a questioning glance. <<you>>'What do you mean?'<</you>> Louis shrugs. <<louis>>'Well, he does not have to, he has enough personnel to just have someone else do it, and yet... I think it's for two reasons: first, the wants to be seen doing menial work, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully.'<</louis>> You nod at his explanation. <<you>>'Wait, are you saying that he was working there in the morning because he knew I would walk by?'<</you>> <<louis>>'Hm, seems a bit far-fetched to me, but it's possible. When I drove you in, I know he was aware that someone was coming in from Britain.'<</louis>><</if>> <<you>>'Interesting, thank you for the chat, I am going to mingle a bit more!'<</you>> <<louis>>'All right, enjoy the party!'<</louis>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $reparationsknowledge to 1>> <<you>>'Please tell me everything, given what Lester said it must have been a huge endeavour.'<</you>> Louis interjects decisively. <<louis>>'You can say that again! And all the more reason to celebrate!'<</louis>> Marcus again acts dismissively. <<marcus>>'Come on, enough platitudes! Well, let me start from the beginning. There is an area South-West of the college, towards the city, called Delvarma Meadows, where the college has built several laboratories and uses the land to cultivate specific crops for research. That area used to be owned by a Black community. Most of us now work for Delvarma or have moved to the city. But we are still here.'<</marcus>> He prononunces those last five words with resolute anger, which puts you on guard. Treading carefully, you ask. <<you>>'So... The college just... took it from you?'<</you>> <<louis>>'Yes, just like that!'<</louis>> Louis steps in again but Marcus is quick to react. <<marcus>>'Well, it's not... I don't know all the specifics, I was not around back then, the whole community was wiped out in a few months in 1982. Basically, the college had an agreement with the authorities. The city council expropriated the land and the college bought it for pennies on the dollar.'<</marcus>> <<you>>'Oh. That's... awful. And it was allowed?'<</you>> You ask, bewildered. Marcus shrugs. <<marcus>>'Yup. When the community organized in protest, the city council used the pretext of rampant drug use to bring in the police. My dad was beaten and nearly lost an eye.'<</marcus>> You recoil in horror. <<you>>'That's... Wow! How was this even legal?'<</you>> <<louis>>'That's the States for you.'<</louis>> Says Louis with a cynical note in his voice. <<marcus>>'I know Lester asked Jamerson to look into the legality of... everything, and was basically told there was no possible recourse.'<</marcus>> He pauses to take a sip, then resumes in a happier tone. <<marcus>>'Thing is, back then Delvarma was small, and the dean was the triple R, rich, ruthless and racist, not to mention overly ambitious. Today the college got fame, recognition and wealth from those expropriations, true, but the people in charge have changed as well. Most of them regret what happened and want this injustice to be addressed. On top of that, the college is a lot more diverse now, and people like Lester and even Jamerson have a lot of power. All of this led to tonight, with... the dean finally approving a reparations plan.'<</marcus>> His voice cracks slightly as he says those words, you can tell it was a long time coming. <<louis>>'Oh, I've been meaning to ask you. Do you know what the specifics will be?'<</louis>> Louis asks in a more casual tone, as the three of you relax once more. <<marcus>>'Not yet. They could go about it in a couple of ways. Returning the land seems... unlikely though it would be the best way to do it, since they would have to pay us rent going forward. Most likely it's going to be a compensation scheme. They could also just give a set amount and call it a day, which would be just another way to dismiss the issue. So, fight's not over, but this was a victory.'<</marcus>> You stay quiet for a moment as you ponder his words: this place may look so pretty outside but there's clearly more than meets the eye.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[You want to help them out|LM Party 5a]]>><<set $willpower to $willpower+2>><<set $mcreparationshelp to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[You'd prefer to stay out of it|LM Party 5b]]>><<set $mcreparationhelp to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'This is awful, and I'm sorry for what you went through. I... Well, I just got here, and I don't know if I'll be able to, but if I can help in any way...'<</you>> You say apologetically. The two both smile, and Marcus replies. <<marcus>>'Thanks, $name, I don't know at the moment but I'll keep your offer in mind.'<</marcus>> Louis also steps in. <<louis>>'Yes, thank you. And don't worry, you will definitely be able to help. All of this has been on our community, it's nice not to be alone in the fight.'<</louis>> You stop talking for a moment as Marcus get called out and you and Louis remain alone. <<you>>'By the way, what can you tell me about Lester?'<</you>> You ask just to keep the conversation going. <<louis>>'Ah, the hero of the hour! Did you meet him?'<</louis>> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. First, when he came with Marcus to fix the washing machine.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Oh, right, you mentioned that.'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, but we also met the morning after, I stumbled upon him on my way to work, it's...'<</you>> You hesitate, as a thought jumps at you. <<you>>'Well, seeing him right now he feels very important, and everyone, including Ab... ehm, Ms Winters seem to think so. Why does he still...'<</you>> You are trying to find the words when Louis comes to your aid. <<louis>>'Ah, you wonder why would he do janitorial work himself when he clearly has better things to do?'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, exactly! I mean, not that I'm not grateful or anything. He also seemed so... laid back, at least compared to Dr Jamerson.'<</you>> Louis smiles at you. <<louis>>'Well, to be honest I wondered that myself. I think there are multiple reasons why. The first is that he wants to be seen doing menial jobs, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully. It could be that he went with Marcus just because he wanted to meet the new British hiree.'<</louis>> You cannot help but smile at the flattery of such a gesture. Louis throw up his hands. <<louis>>'Hey, I don't know, you'll have to ask him. I know that he was aware you were coming in that day.'<</louis>> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. On the day I came in, after I settled into my room I did not want to fall asleep because of the jet lag, so I took a walk around and stumbled on Dr Winters. She took me to see Lester because she wanted to make sure her new project would not be delayed. Then I met him again the following morning, when we had a simple conversation. I have to say he was a lot more... laid back when talking to me, but that's probably because Dr Winters was not there.'<</you>> Louis looks at you slightly surprised. <<louis>>'Wow. A meeting with Lester and Dr Winters on your first day? I'm kinda jealous. Seriously though, Dr Winters has always been quite respectful of Lester's authority. I don't know why she brought you along, but I know that Lester was aware you were coming in that day. He wants to be seen as "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'But I also got the impression that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. You can see him doing janitorial work, but he picks and chooses those, or at least that's the impression I got.'<</louis>> <<else>> <<you>>'No, tonight was the first time, although... I might have seen him around the morning after I arrived, he was doing some janitorial work on the grounds and I passed nearby on my way to work.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Yes, he sometimes does that, even though he does not have to.'<</louis>> You shoot him a questioning glance. <<you>>'What do you mean?'<</you>> Louis shrugs. <<louis>>'Well, he does not have to, he has enough personnel to just have someone else do it, and yet... I think it's for two reasons: first, the wants to be seen doing menial work, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully.'<</louis>> You nod at his explanation. <<you>>'Wait, are you saying that he was working there in the morning because he knew I would walk by?'<</you>> <<louis>>'Hm, seems a bit far-fetched to me, but it's possible. When I drove you in, I know he was aware that someone was coming in from Britain.'<</louis>><</if>> <<you>>'Interesting, thank you for the chat, I am going to mingle a bit more!'<</you>> <<louis>>'All right, enjoy the party!'<</louis>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campusauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'Well, thank you for telling me all of this, it's awful what your community went through and let's hope the college listens to you.'<</you>> Marcus shrugs. <<marcus>>'It's not the first time they promised something of the sort, only to postpone it indefinitely. That being said, we never got this far as to get the dean's approval, so hopefully this is where we get real progress.'<</marcus>> You sense the deep frustration in his words as he puts down his glass. There is a pause in the conversation as Marcus is called away and you remain alone with Louis. <<louis>>'Poor guy, I get his frustration, but these things take a lot of time... Anyway, enough doom and gloom, this is a party!'<</louis>> You smile back at him. <<you>>'Sure, but this stuff is important, I get his frustration. Speaking of, can you tell me something about Lester?'<</you>> You ask just to keep the conversation going. <<louis>>'Ah, the hero of the hour! Did you meet him?'<</louis>> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. First, when he came with Marcus to fix the washing machine.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Oh, right, you mentioned that.'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, but we also met the morning after, I stumbled upon him on my way to work, it's...'<</you>> You hesitate, as a thought jumps at you. <<you>>'Well, seeing him right now he feels very important, and everyone, including Ab... ehm, Ms Winters seem to think so. Why does he still...'<</you>> You are trying to find the words when Louis comes to your aid. <<louis>>'Ah, you wonder why would he do janitorial work himself when he clearly has better things to do?'<</louis>> <<you>>'Yes, exactly! I mean, not that I'm not grateful or anything. He also seemed so... laid back, at least compared to Dr Jamerson.'<</you>> Louis smiles at you. <<louis>>'Well, to be honest I wondered that myself. I think there are multiple reasons why. The first is that he wants to be seen doing menial jobs, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully. It could be that he went with Marcus just because he wanted to meet the new British hiree.'<</louis>> You cannot help but smile at the flattery of such a gesture. Louis throw up his hands. <<louis>>'Hey, I don't know, you'll have to ask him. I know that he was aware you were coming in that day.'<</louis>> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <<you>>'Yes, twice, actually. On the day I came in, after I settled into my room I did not want to fall asleep because of the jet lag, so I took a walk around and stumbled on Dr Winters. She took me to see Lester because she wanted to make sure her new project would not be delayed. Then I met him again the following morning, when we had a simple conversation. I have to say he was a lot more... laid back when talking to me, but that's probably because Dr Winters was not there.'<</you>> Louis looks at you slightly surprised. <<louis>>'Wow. A meeting with Lester and Dr Winters on your first day? I'm kinda jealous. Seriously though, Dr Winters has always been quite respectful of Lester's authority. I don't know why she brought you along, but I know that Lester was aware you were coming in that day. He wants to be seen as "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'But I also got the impression that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. You can see him doing janitorial work, but he picks and chooses those, or at least that's the impression I got.'<</louis>> <<else>> <<you>>'No, tonight was the first time, although... I might have seen him around the morning after I arrived, he was doing some janitorial work on the grounds and I passed nearby on my way to work.'<</you>> <<louis>>'Yes, he sometimes does that, even though he does not have to.'<</louis>> You shoot him a questioning glance. <<you>>'What do you mean?'<</you>> Louis shrugs. <<louis>>'Well, he does not have to, he has enough personnel to just have someone else do it, and yet... I think it's for two reasons: first, the wants to be seen doing menial work, just... "one of us", you know?'<</louis>> He says while making air-quotes. <<louis>>'The second is that he wants to keep an ear to the ground. I got the impression that he picks and chooses his janitorial jobs very carefully.'<</louis>> You nod at his explanation. <<you>>'Wait, are you saying that he was working there in the morning because he knew I would walk by?'<</you>> <<louis>>'Hm, seems a bit far-fetched to me, but it's possible. When I drove you in, I know he was aware that someone was coming in from Britain.'<</louis>><</if>> <<you>>'Interesting, thank you for the chat, I am going to mingle a bit more!'<</you>> <<louis>>'All right, enjoy the party!'<</louis>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/Chapter 5/partybonfire.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you drink, you feel a bit fuzzy from the two consecutive drinks. <<jake>>'There you go, bottoms up!'<</jake>> Says Jake, encouraging you with a playful pat on the shoulder. <<toby>>'Is... there any...?'<</toby>> Toby asks Jake hesitantly. <<jake>>'Nah, unfortunately we're out. Mich went to get some though, so we'll have it later.'<span> He turns to you.</span> 'Since you are new here, you are overdue a welcome party, it's our little tradition here at Noir. So, if you come by later, all of us will be here and there is going to be weed... If that is your thing?'<</jake>> From his tone, he is clearly hoping you'll agree. It seems impolite to refuse, and you can always not show up later, so you agree. <<you>>'Of course, I'll be happy to. Who am I to get in the way of tradition?'<</you>> You say, raising both your hands. Jake and toby laugh at your joke, and so does Drew, who has just rejoined the conversation. <<you>>'Wait, you said weed. Is that... okay? I mean, can it be smoked at a public place?'<</you>> You say, suddenly aware that you are on campus grounds. <<drew>>'Yes, it's fine. It's the one that we grow at Distribution for Noir, we skim a bit of it, and as long as we do it off hours Jamerson is fine with it.'<</drew>> Drew explains eagerly. Jake points at him: <<jake>>'See? Even Drew agrees it's fine. Seriously, we are in the clear, even Jamerson joined us once, so there is nothing to fear!'<</jake>> Reassured by his words, you stand up. <<you>>'Very well, I'll come later then, looking forward to the event and the weed!'<</you>> You say your goodbyes and <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> as you are about to walk back, you realize that Drew has been picked on all evening, first from Toby, then from Jake. You look for him and he has left the group to grab another beer. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologize to him|Firstparty Highroad1 3]]>><<set $firstpartydrewapology to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Or just go back inside|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> walk back inside to rejoin the main event. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> </div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/Chapter 5/partybonfire.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You join the toast but just take a sip. You are already feeling the alcohol and the party has just started, you need to pace yourself or you're not going to make it to the end. <<jake>>'Oh, come on, drink a bit more!'<</jake>> Says Jake, noticing. <<you>>'I'd like to, but I'm not as b-big as you are. The party just started, and if I don't pace myself I'll end up in a coma!'<</you>> You explain, apologetically. Jake seems a bit bothered by your reply, thankfully Toby comes to your rescue. <<toby>>'Wise words, there is plenty of time to drink later!'<</toby>> He says, looking at Jake. The latter nods. <<jake>>'Of course, of course. I would offer you some weed but we're out at the moment, Mich is going to come later and will bring some. By the way, since you are new here, you are overdue a welcome party, it's our little tradition here at Noir. So, if you come by later, all of us will be here and there is going to be weed... If that is your thing?'<</jake>> From his tone, he is clearly hoping you'll agree. It seems impolite to refuse, and you can always not show up later, so you agree. <<you>>'Of course, I'll be happy to. Who am I to get in the way of tradition?'<</you>> You say, raising both your hands. Jake and Toby laugh at your joke, and so does Drew, who has just rejoined the conversation. <<you>>'Wait, you said weed. Is that... okay? I mean, can it be smoked at a public place?'<</you>> You say, suddenly aware that you are on campus grounds. <<drew>>'Yes, it's fine. It's the one that we grow at Distribution for Noir, we skim a bit of it, and as long as we do it off hours Jamerson is fine with it.'<</drew>> Drew explains eagerly. Jake points at him: <<jake>>'See?, Even Drew agrees it's fine. Seriously, we are in the clear, even Jamerson joined us once, so there is nothing to fear!'<</jake>> Reassured by his words, you stand up. <<you>>'Very well, I'll come later then, looking forward to the event and the weed!'<</you>> You say your goodbyes and <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> as you are about to walk back, you realize that Drew has been picked on all evening, first from Toby, then from Jake. You look for him and he has left the group to grab another beer. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologize to him|Firstparty Highroad1 3]]>><<set $firstpartydrewapology to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Or just go back inside|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> walk back inside to rejoin the main event. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $firstpartyzoeysidescene to 1>> Zoey looks around, seemingly mulling something over. <<zoey>>'Say, do you want to go somewhere for a bit? I know a cool place.'<</zoey>> For the briefest of moments, you think she is actually coming on to you. But you don't get a seductive vibe from her, not at the moment at least, she seems like she just wants to show you around. You follow her out of the room and up the stairs until you get to the roof of the building. You move through the solar panels until you get to a small space near the parapet. There are a few plastic chairs, a small couch with a canopy to shelter it from the rain and lots and lots of cigarette butts laying around. <<you>>'Seems like an unofficial break-room.'<</you>> You say, perhaps a bit harshly. <<zoey>>'That is what it is during the day. But with a clear sky...'<</zoey>> She makes a grand gesture towards the sky. <<if $firstparty is 1>>There is a wonderful view of the sunset, the orange sky turning shades of pink and violet as the sun disappears under the campus buildings.<<else>>There is a beautiful starry night sky, a few lights in the East heralding the rising of the Moon.<</if>> As you stand in awe she motions you to join her on the couch, which you find surprisingly comfy. <<zoey>>'So, what scares you the most about The Shining?'<</zoey>> She asks, while looking at the sky and eating the stuff on her plate. <<you>>'Hm, tough question, I am a complete scaredy-cat when it comes to horror movies. If I have to name one, I think it has to be the moment when Danny is roaming the corridors on his tricycle and suddenly sees the twins.'<</you>> Zoey thinks about it for a moment, and passes the plate to you so you can eat as well. <<zoey>>'Yeah, that's a good one. I am a scaredy-cat as well, so no judgment from me. I actually managed to get through the whole movie without being scared...'<</zoey>> She says, her pride slowly fading away as she trails off. <<you>>'Until?'<</you>> You say, not managing to hide a smile. <<zoey>>'That photo. That fucking stupid black-and-white photo at the end. It completely freaked me out.'<</zoey>> She speaks almost with a hiss, though it's mostly frustration against herself. <<zoey>>'I know it's totally silly, it's the last frame of the movie, and it's not even that scary, I don't know why it scared me so much!'<</zoey>> As she speaks, you recall a conversation you had back in London on fear in horror. You consider bringing it up.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Bring up the conversation|Firstparty Zoeyside 2a]]>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't and just agree with her|Firstparty Zoeyside 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey Rose has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'Well, I don't think what you see matters as much as what you imagine or what is implied. A lot of the... "scare factor"...'<span> You make quotations with your hands.</span> '...in the movie comes from not knowing how much the... ghosts are real and how much it's all in Jack's head. The picture at the end is scary because it implies a lot about what happened to Jack and it's the payoff for the "come play with us" bit earlier on. But, at the same time, it leaves a lot of... unsettling unknowns.'<</you>> You conclude with a smile. She stays quiet, giving you an intrigued look. As you wait, you gaze at her beautiful blue eyes, shining like stars in the <<if $firstparty is 1>>evening<<else>>night<</if>> air.<<zoey>>'That's... actually a really good point, I... I never thought about it that way, but the movie is indeed careful about what it shows and what it implies. Yes, now it makes sense why it freaks me out so much.'<</zoey>> She turns to you, one arm leaning behind you on top of the couch. <<you>>'Psychological horror often does that, playing with your expectation and implying a supernatural factor without actually showing it. Have you seen The Haunting?'<</you>> She thinks about it for a moment. <<zoey>>'Hmm, the title sounds vaguely familiar. It has a lot of spooky CGI, right?'<</zoey>> You smile. <<you>>'Oh, no, that is the remake and... it's not as good. The original is black-and-white, from 1963, so no computers. No spoilers, but the movie purposefully threads the line: you are never 100% sure if there are actually ghosts or the protagonist is going insane.'<</you>> Zoey nods. <<zoey>>'Interesting, I'll give it a watch. If you want, we could watch it together one of these evenings.'<</zoey>> <<you>>'S-sure, once I'm settled. But probably best to do it during the day. When there is sunlight. Lots and lots of sunlight. And puppies.'<</you>> She opens her eyes wide in surprise. <<zoey>>'It's that scary? Then yes, early in the day, with popcorn, jello, pillows, blankets and in the coziest possible setting!'<</zoey>> You both laugh at her laundry list of scare-defeating items. There’s a quiet moment, as you both take in the scenery. <<zoey>>'So, tell me about yourself. I know you're from the UK but not much else. How was your life before Noir?'<</zoey>> you give her a curious look. <<you>>'Well, I assume you read my CV, it's...'<</you>> She cuts you off. <<zoey>>'Actually, I didn't. I read a remarkably short summary and while Abigail told me about you she did not get into too much detail.'<</zoey>> You're a bit surprised, but you're not one to question internal protocol after just a few days. So, you consider what to tell her.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about yourself and your life at the apartment|Firstparty Zoeyside 3a]]>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about your qualifications|Firstparty Zoeyside 3b]]>><<set $zoeyknowsaboutmcdegree to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'I think you're right, it's-it's v-very scary.'<</you>> You say, stuttering a bit. She smiles at you and goes quiet for a moment. You both enjoy the silence as you take in the view and hear the party music in the distance. After a while, Zoey speaks again. <<zoey>>'So, serious talk: I know I threw quite a bit at you this evening. Dressing up, the makeup the... social event. Are you ok?'<</zoey>> There is a genuine note of concern in her voice, which takes you off guard. Zoey has treated you well so far, but always... detached? Even when she was dressing you up, despite being more relaxed, she still kept some distance. Never to the point of being off-putting or rude, but she never tried to meaningfully connect. Perhaps the setting helps, or maybe the alcohol: anyway, you decide to be straight with her. <<you>>'Well...'<</you>> You start, then chuckle at your own uncertainty. <<you>>'To be clear, I am happy to be here and I'm having fun.'<</you>> You say, trying to make it clear to her. <<you>>'It's been a lot, and I am not the best in... social situations. That being said, I'm handling it, the place is great, the food is yummy and everyone has been nice so fa..., and I am starting to ramble! So what I'm trying to say is... thank you for pushing me.'<</you>> You conclude after catching yourself a few times. Zoey looks relieved. <<zoey>>'Glad to hear this is a pleasant experience for you, and you're welcome.'<</zoey>> She turns to you, one arm leaning behind you on top of the couch. <<zoey>>'So, tell me about yourself. I know you're from the UK but not much else. How was your life before Noir?'<</zoey>> you give her a curious look. <<you>>'Well, I assume you read my CV, it's...'<</you>> She cuts you off. <<zoey>>'Actually, I didn't. I read a remarkably short summary and was given a short description by Abigail.'<</zoey>> You're a bit surprised, but you're not one to question internal protocol after just a few days. So, you consider what to tell her.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about yourself and your life at the apartment|Firstparty Zoeyside 3a]]>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about your qualifications|Firstparty Zoeyside 3b]]>><<set $zoeyknowsaboutmcdegree to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeyrooftop.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> Ooook, here we go, you anxiously think as you start to move closer. You are bracing yourself, your eyes glued to her face, ready for any sign of rejection. You get very close and suddenly she tenses up: you stop, barely a couple of inches from her face. She is indeed tense, her eyes fixed on you and her breathing is quickening, but at the same time she is not reacting, not pushing you away. <<if $willpower gte 4>> You slowly bring your hand up to her face: you want to give her time to react and stop you, but she is still frozen, waiting for you. You read uncertainty on her face, but not disgust, so you gently stroke her cheek and move in closer until your lips touch. It's a chaste kiss, and your heart skips a beat when you realize she is gently kissing you back! <<else>>You freeze in uncertainty, not wanting to risk it. You are about to pull back when she takes the initiative and raises her hand to caress your face. She is still tense, but in her eyes you do not sense disgust, more like curiosity. She slowly brings your head closer until your lips touch. Your heart skips a beat as this chaste kiss lingers on your lips.<</if>> <video src='media/Chapter 5/zoeykiss.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> As she moves away from you, you cannot help but smile: kissing someone in such a romantic setting has always been an unattainable fantasy, with reality only providing bullying and mockery. You are about to say something when you see her face is troubled. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyworried.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You are at a loss for words, trying to think what you might have done wrong, but you come up empty. Recalling the high-school sex-ed class and the importance of communication, you decide to apologize and ask. <<you>>'S-sorry if it wasn't g-good, are y-you ok?'<</you>> Zoey does not react immediately, then looks up at you. <<zoey>>'Oh, nonononono I'm f-fine, don't worry! It's just...'<</zoey>> She goes quiet, clearly unsure about something. Finally she takes your hand. <<zoey>>'Look, there... there is a lot you don't know about me, and... Crap, I am making a mess...'<</zoey>> She smiles apologetically, then takes a deep breath, clearly trying to collect her thoughts before speaking. <<zoey>>'What I'm trying to say is <<if $zoeystat gte 7>>I like you, $name, and this was nice, but I'd like to take things slow.<<else>> this was unexpected but not unpleasant. I am interested but would like to take things at their proper pace.<</if>> So, let's rejoin the party and maybe we can... resume this conversation as the evening winds down, ok?'<</zoey>> She concludes with a hopeful gaze. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyserenegaze.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You breathe a sigh of relief at her words. <<you>>'Yes, absolutely, let's take things slow, not an issue! I... I noticed that it might be better not to approach Lester alone. Would you like to go with me?'<</you>> She smiles, you can tell that she appreciated your consideration. She stands up and adjusts her dress. <<zoey>>'Yes, definitely! Just come and find me when you're ready and we'll go together. Now, let's rejoin the event, shall we?'<</zoey>> You agree and stand up. She helps you adjusting your dress, then you both do a quick stop in the bathroom where she touches up your makeup and you go back to the party. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/Chapter 5/partybonfire.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The liquid burns down your throat and you cough repeatedly. It's definitely not beer, but something much, much stronger. And you drank about half of it. <<toby>>'Heeey, our newbie has tasted our own Captain Jake's Cask, cheers!'<</toby>> He clinks the bottle with yours as you slowly recover. You're not exactly happy for the prank, but everyone enjoyed it and you don't want to ruin the mood, so you laugh along. <<jake>>'Come on, $name, you're strong, aren't you?'<</jake>> Jake asks sitting next to you. <<you>>'Y-yes, of course...'<</you>> You reply, still reeling from the taste. As your taste buds slowly recover, you taste a wooden, oaky flavour: this Captain Jake's Cask definitely has some whiskey in it. Drew chimes in. <<drew>>'Good, if you keep it up we can give you a proper welcome, Distribution style!'<</drew>> Toby and Jake scream a "Yeah!" in response and give you a vigorous pat on the back. <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> As you mind clears from the sudden intake of alcohol, you notice all these smiles around and these strange glares, especially from Toby and Jake, fixated on you.<</if>> <<you>>'Thank you. But, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly it is you guys do in Distribution?'<</you>> You ask, wanting to keep the conversation going. <<drew>>'We sell. It's about market research but also about possible applications for the private sector for the stuff developed in Research.'<</drew>> Drew explains. Jake nods and drinks. <<jake>>'Yeah, and we are the best of the best.' <span> He leans forward towards you. </span>'And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially William's team. They are the worst.'<</jake>> Everyone laughs, though you don't completely believe that was just a joke, from Jake's tone he seems to mean it. <<if $firstpartyoliscene is 1 or $firstpartyolisecond is 1>>You wonder if William's team is the one Oli works with, you think you spotted another group of white guys he was hanging out with. <</if>>You make a bit of small talk with Jake and Drew, and answer a couple of basic questions from Jake about life in London. As you start to relax once more, Toby brings in a couple of joints. Jake looks at them, then offers one to you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Smoke the joint|Firstparty Highroad2 2a]]>><<set $firstpartysuperhigh to 1>><<set $partybulliestease to $partybulliestease+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Politely decline|Firstparty Highroad2 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/Chapter 5/partybonfire.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The liquid burns down your throat, making you cough. It's definitely not beer, and thankfully you chose to drink carefully. <<toby>>'Heeey, our newbie has tasted our own Captain Jake's Cask, cheers!'<</toby>> He clinks the bottle with yours, though you can tell from his tone that he is slightly disappointed you did not fall for the prank. As you take in the flavour, you sense a distinct wooden, oaky texture, meaning this Captain Jake's Cask is probably whiskey. Jake sits beside you. <<jake>>'Look at you, $name, being so careful. Do you think that poorly of us?'<</jake>> He says, suddenly very serious. <<you>>'N-no, of c-course n-not, I...'<</you>> You stammer your way through a response, when suddenly Jake starts laughing. <<jake>>'Hahahaha, I'm just pulling your leg, don't worry. Toby always thinks he's very funny, though he's definitely better than Drew. Anyway, we're here to give you a proper welcome, Distribution style!'<</jake>>As he says that, he pats you quite forcefully on the back, making you wince, while Toby and Drew cheer him. <<you>>'Thank you. But, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly it is you guys do in Distribution?'<</you>> You ask, wanting to keep the conversation going. <<if $partybulliestease gte 1>><<drew>>'We sell. It's about market research but also about possible applications for the private sector for the stuff developed in Research.'<</drew>> Drew explains. Jake nods and drinks. <<jake>>'Yeah, and we are the best of the best.' <span> He leans forward towards you. </span>'And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially William's team. They are the worst.'<</jake>> Everyone laughs, though you don't completely believe that was just a joke, from Jake's tone he seems to mean it. <<else>><<drew>>'We sell. It's about... market... research and stuff like that.'<</drew>> He says, more than a little hesitant. <<if$drinksattheparty lte 4>> You catch a disapproving glance from Jake to Drew, which causes his hesitation. Maybe they don't trust you enough yet with more information. <</if>><<jake>>'It's about business for us. And, contrary to William's team, we are actually good at it.'<</jake>> Everyone around you boos when they hear the name William.<</if>><<if $firstpartyoliscene is 1 or $firstpartyolisecond is 1>> You wonder if William's team is the one Oli works with, you think you spotted another group of white guys he was hanging out with.<</if>> You make a bit of small talk with Jake and Drew, and answer a couple of basic questions from Jake about life in London. As you start to relax once more, Toby brings in a couple of joints. Jake looks at them, then offers one to you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Smoke the joint|Firstparty Highroad2 2a]]>><<set $firstpartysuperhigh to 1>><<set $partybulliestease to $partybulliestease+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Politely decline|Firstparty Highroad2 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/Chapter 5/partybonfire.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Jake lights up the joint and hands it to you. As you breathe you feel the high setting in. It's... quite strong,<<if $smoke is 1 or $lesterjoint is 1>> especially compared to what you are used to<<else>> though it could be due to you not smoking for a while<</if>>. You try to focus <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5>>but you don't quite manage it, between the alcohol and the weed, so you just lean back and listen.<<else>>and you manage for a bit, though it's difficult. <<you>>'This... this is the gooooooood stuff.'<</you>> You say, trying to keep the conversation going. <<jake>>'Yes, this is the best. It's a special variety, highly sought. Go on, take another hit.'<</jake>> Everyone is staring at you, so you slowly give in. You take another hit and lean back. <</if>> You try to follow the conversation, but your mind starts wandering. <<if $afternoonoff is 1>>You see that French snail maid you dreamed of yesterday sitting by the fire, and clearly judging you.<<else>> You look at a corner full of shadows, from where you see that fire-breathing serpent you dreamed of yesterday. It gives you a disapproving look.<</if>> That reminder of your nightmare shakes you awake. Jake, Toby and Drew are now standing. They are close, towering over you. This is not exactly reassuring, especially given how slowly everything else is moving. <<if $firstpartydrewapology is 1>> Drew is talking. <<drew>>'...would be better if we just talk.'<</drew>> Jake gives him a look full of contempt. <<jake>>'Shut up, since when did you get so talkative. People like her are just looking for an excuse...'<</jake>><<else>> Toby is talking. <<toby>>'I was about to call dibs, since this has been super easy, but I think we can all share for once. Unless you have other plans...'<</toby>> He says turning to Jake. You notice both of them are smiling strangely. <<jake>>'No, it's fine. She'll like it anyway, let's...'<</jake>><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Highroad2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jakebullyleader.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> Suddenly all three of them turn. <<zoey>>'Heeey, guys! How it's going?'<</zoey>> You sit on the chair <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>> still a bit out of it<</if>> and see Zoey waltzing into the courtyard. She goes straight for you before anyone has a chance to react. <<zoey>>'Hey $name, I was just looking for you! Would you mind coming with me a moment?'<span> She leans in, and, without speaking out loud, mouths.</span> 'Now, please.'<</zoey>> Jake touches Zoey on the shoulder. <<toby>>'Rosey, if you wish to j-join...'<</toby>> His speech dies in his throat with an icy-cold glare from Zoey. <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1>> Something in that look gives you a chill. She seems angry... almost furious.<</if>> You don't want to upset her, so you stand up and<<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>, a bit unsteadily,<</if>> you follow her. Jake seems upset, but he manages a smile. <<jake>>'Goodbye $name, it was nice meeting you.'<</jake>> <<you>>'Likewise.'<</you>> you manage to say back, still confused by the whole thing. Zoey leads you to the park on the other side. Then stops and looks you over. <<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>> <<zoey>>'You... smoked their weed, right? You should be more careful, that stuff is not regular weed. Take a short walk before going back in and you should be fine.'<</zoey>><<elseif $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $drinksattheparty gte 5>> <<zoey>>'They made you drink right? I told you to keep an eye on your drinking. Consider taking a short walk to sober up a bit before going back in.'<</zoey>> <<else>> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat+2>><<zoey>>'Thankfully you did not fall for their tricks. Still, you need to be careful, ok?'<</zoey>><</if>>She says with a worried look. <<zoey>>'Look, $name, the guys from Distribution are not... nice. They can appear friendly, but don't let them get to you, ok?'<</zoey>> There is again a cold anger in her eyes, you gather there is probably a story there. Still, her concern towards you seems genuine.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologize and thank her profusely|Firstparty Highroad2 3a]]>><<set $highroadzoeyapology to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just thank her and go back|Firstparty Highroad2 3b]]>><<set $highroadzoeyapology to 0>><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat-2>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'Thank you so much for stepping in. And... So sorry for causing trouble.'<</you>> Zoey relaxes and smiles. <<zoey>>'It's not a problem, I invited you here, the least I can do is look out for you.'<</zoey>> <<you>>'I get that, but still, I should have been more careful. I... I always do this...'<</you>> You mumble, a bit ashamed that she had to intervene. <<zoey>>'It's all good, just promise you'll be careful, ok?'<</zoey>> You nod, still not entirely sure about what was about to happen. <<you>>'Of course. What... what do you think they were planning?'<</you>> She does not answer immediately, instead she just hugs you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyhug.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Look, I can't tell you everything right away, just trust me that they were up to no good.'<</zoey>> You stay quiet for a moment. If she is right, even in this costume you are a magnet for bullies. The two of you keep hugging under the trees in the night air, as a breeze start rustling the leaves. <<if $zoeypartypoint gte 1 and $zoeystat gte 7>>Zoey plants a gentle kiss on your neck, as her hands start roaming through your body. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyneckkiss.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Her touch is gentle, but there is a determined will behind it, like she has taken the initiative. You start moving your hands, when she ends the embrace and brings her face closer to yours. She holds your arms, then kisses you on the cheek: once, twice, three times, every time moving closer and closer to your mouth. Finally she meets your lips: you feel yourself melting with arousal as she kisses you. Again, it's gentle, but determined: you even feel her tongue brushing against your lips. When she ends the kiss you are both breathing heavily. <<zoey>>'Wow... I'd like to keep going but... let's wait to the end of the party, ok?'<</zoey>> You both smile at each other at the same time, which in turn causes the two of you to chuckle. <<you>>'Yes.'<</you>> You reply simply, no other words are needed. She gives you one last short hug.<</if>> As the hug ends, she adjusts her dress. <<zoey>>'Sooo, I'm going to freshen up a bit and go back in.'<</zoey>> <<you>>'Good, see you around. And thanks again!'<</you>> She blows you a kiss as she walks away. <<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>> You take a short brisk walk around the park to shake the effect of the high. It's still present, but you should be able to handle it from this point forward. <<elseif $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $drinksattheparty gte 5>> You take a brisk walk to shake the effect of the alcohol. It's too short to make it go away, but you regain a modicum of lucidity.<<else>> You wander a bit around the park, taking a moment to yourself to think about what just happened. <<if $willpower gte 4 or $thereisnoemotion is 1>>You are more and more convinced that something bad could have occurred without Zoey's timely intervention. It's a bit touching how she seems to watch over you.<</if>><</if>> When you are done, you make your way back to the main hall of the party.</div> <<if $drinksattheparty gte 6>><<set $drinksattheparty to 5>><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamovoffwork.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>The question catches you off guard. She raises an eyebrow and narrows her eyes. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/tanyaeyebrowraise.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'W-well, I d-drank a b-bit, n-not too much, though, and...'<</you>> As you hesitate again, she cocks her head while her eyes narrow even further, from where you standing she seems ready to disembowel you. <<you>>'I... might have smoked something... outside.'<</you>> Her murderous glare fades and she perks up, interested. <<tanya>>'Oh, then I need to know. Was it the usual or the... Jamerson special?'<</tanya>> <<you>>'The special one. Just a... couple of puffs, so not too much, but still, it's... powerful.'<</you>> She gives you a disapproving look. <<tanya>>'Look, $name, far from me to judge. The reason I asked is because... well, stronger varieties of cannabis sativa, commonly known as weed or marijuana can influence emotions when inhaled or ingested. Given yesterday's event it's fair to say that your emotional state is... more prone to change than usual.'<</tanya>> She pauses to emphasize the point. Then puts up her hands. <<tanya>>'I want to be clear here. Nothing wrong with a bit of fun for recreational use, I'm just saying that, given what happened just yesterday, you should be careful. I'm not even saying don't do it. If you want my personal recommendation, I'd say have at it but first, always be sure of what you're taking and second, don't mix substances.'<</tanya>> You lower your eyes in shame, it's clear you disappointed her, as you just did both. Still, she does not seem angry. <<you>>'I'm sorry, I'll... p-pay more attention going forward. Alcohol and weed don't... mix well?'<</you>> You ask, partly because you really want to change the subject and partly because you are actually curious. <<tanya>>'Hmm, it's complicated: the short answer is they don't. Cannabis is, especially if ingested, less harmful than alcohol, both in the short and long term. Mixing substances in general is ill-advised: it's not that their effects often compound on top of one another, but your body is not a perfect machine, and different substances at once could increase the strain on it and as a result there could be unpredictable side-effects.'<</tanya>> She says with the tone of a teacher giving a lesson. <<else>>The question catches you off guard. She raises an eyebrow and narrows her eyes. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/tanyaeyebrowraise.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'W-well, I d-drank a b-bit...'<</you>>As you hesitate again, she cocks her head while her eyes narrow even further, from where you standing she seems ready to disembowel you. <<you>>'O-ok... maybeIdrankabitmorethanIshouldhave.'<</you>> You say extremely fast. She laughs. <<tanya>>'Arms to your side and stand straight. Now raise your right leg and touch your nose with your left index. Repeat on the opposite side.'<</tanya>> She commands, with the tone of a teacher scolding a rebellious student. You obey, as quick as you can... and fail because you're terrible at coordination, alcohol or no alcohol. you manage on your second attempt. Tanya smirks. <<tanya>>'Hm, maybe you drank a bit more than you should have, but not too much. Look, $name, the reason I asked is because, given what happened yesterday, it's fair to say that something is happening with you and your emotions are affected. Alcohol amplifies that, so drink and have fun, just be careful and keep track of how many you're having. Oh, and if possible, eat something before and don't mix.'<</tanya>> She explains with the tone of a teacher reminding a student of their homework. <<you>>I-I understand. I am aware of my limits with alcohol... usually, I'll pay more attention to it. What do you mean don't mix?'<</you>> You say, wanting to change the subject and trying to appease her. <<tanya>>'Your body can handle a certain quantity of alcohol, but if you assume different beverages with different quantities of alcohol, your body will slow down the speed of alcohol absorption, which in turn can impact your digestion and you will feel the alcohol a lot more. In general, if you have to mix, first of all eat something. Then reduce the quantity, so small glasses and make them last longer, and increase the amount of alcohol in the beverage, so from beer to wine, from wine to liquor, et caetera.'<</tanya>> She says with the same teacher tone, this time a more benevolent one.<</if>> <<you>>'Thank you, I did not know that but it's nice to hear the actual medical reason. Still, about yesterday I am feeling better...'<span> You hesitate a moment, then lean in closer. </span>'I'm usually not good in... social situation. I was expecting my anxiety to spike, but it hasn't happened so far. Maybe... maybe the costume helps? I don't know.'<</you>> you ask, uncertain. <<if $therapyshare gte 2>>She nods as you speak, and you see a flash of recognition in her eyes, probably due to what you shared with her yesterday.<</if>><<tanya>>'It could be. A costume can be a barrier between you and the person you're interacting with. It does not always help, mind you: it's good for superficial conversation, not... deep, meaningful interaction, at least in my experience. Do you feel... comfortable in these clothes?'<</tanya>> She asks at the end. <<you>>'Yes, I do. First time I tried this, but it's... fun to pretend.'<</you>> You say, realising that you haven't been worrying about it for the most part of the evening. <<tanya>>'Good. So... I heard that Lester Brooks gave a powerful speech at the start. What was that about?'<</tanya>> She says, casting a glance towards the pool table.</div> <<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her about the reparations|Firstparty Tanya 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $firstpartypoolofpeople is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her about the pool game|Firstparty Tanya 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her about the content of the speech|Firstparty Tanya 2c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep it vague|Firstparty Tanya 2d]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/sidealleyatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/sidealleyatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $mia is 1>><<correy>>'So, $name, right? I see you are finding your place very quickly here as a pity project for Mia. We'll probably...'<</correy>> <<else>><<correy>>'Well, Mia, is this another pity project of yours? I can't wait for her to...'<</correy>><</if>> Mia angrily cuts him off. <<mia>>'Hey, be nice!'<</mia>> Correy ignores her, and looks at you. There is something a bit... strange in that look, almost... aggressive, which makes you take a step back. <<if $willpower gte 4>><<if $mia is 1>>You decide to try and de-escalate the situation. <<you>>'Hi, Correy, a pleasure to see you again. I hope the evening is treating you well.'<</you>><<else>>You decide to try and step in. <<you>>'Hi, Correy, I'm $name $lastname. It's a pleasure meeting you.'<</you>><</if>> Correy looks at you with sheer contempt. <<correy>>'Your education means jack shit to me! Why so disgustingly polite?'<</correy>> For the same reason you're not, asshole, you think, but keep it to yourself. <<else>> His attitude is extremely aggressive for someone who just came in, so you lower your gaze and avoid making eye contact. <<correy>>'And you already know your place, that's good.'<</correy>> He says with unbearable smugness. You sigh internally: somehow the Damions of the world always manage to find you.<</if>> Suddenly Mia slaps him across the face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miaslap.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Not particularly hard, but it's a sonorous jab that echoes in the alley. Correy reacts with a shocked stupor, as Mia stares at him, furious, and seemingly ready to pounce on him like a lioness. Her voice is distorted by anger and comes off almost as a hiss. <<mia>>'Apologize, right now! Or leave.'<</mia>> Correy snaps out of his stupor and points to Mia. <<correy>>'You... You...' <span>He looks at you for a moment, as he is considering something.</span> 'This... this isn't over!'<</correy>> He says, and quickly walks away. Mia follows him to the entrance of the alley, to make sure he's gone, then comes closer to you. <<mia>>'Don't pay him any attention, he... he's just an asshole, don't... don't let him ruin your evening.'<</mia>> She says while giving you a concerned look. You take a moment to calm down, the sudden escalation caused your adrenaline to spike.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thank her and comfort her|Firstparty Miaside 1a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just thank her and move on|Firstparty Miaside 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/sidealleyatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/sidealleyatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You take a deep breath. <<you>>'I'm... fine, this escalated quickly. Thank you so much for stepping in.'<span> You caress her face.</span> 'Are you ok?'<</you>> She takes a moment to calm down, you can see Correy really managed to piss her off. Then she caresses your face. <<mia>>'Y-yes, I... I think I am...' <span>She breathes in and smiles.</span> 'Wow, I got really angry there, didn't I? At least I know you'll be there to help me... dispose of the body, that is!'<</mia>> She says, back to her usual peppy self. You laugh quietly at her joke, the previous tension dissipating as you look in each other's eyes. She gives you a gentle kiss as she strokes your hair as your hand reaches her nape to draw her in. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miapartykiss.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $miapartypoint gte 2>> Her other hand start exploring your abdomen and going lower towards your crotch area. As she does so, you reach out and gently grab her boob, as you feel the sweet tenderness of her breasts.<</if>> <video src='media/Chapter 5/miakissinterrupt.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> You both start getting into it, when a gentle breeze starts rushing into the alley, bringing in the distinctive smell of the trash bin near you. You see Mia feels it too, and as you both realise it, the kiss turns into laughter. <<you>>'I don't think it was a good idea to do this near a trash can.'<</you>> Mia stands back, but still holding your hands. <<mia>>'Yeah, probably. Aaaaanyway, we should probably head back in. We... we are not done talking about this, ok? Let's just, wait until the end of the party, ok?'<</mia>> You nod as you both head back, still holding hands and smiling.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouseexterior.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> What they are trying to do sounds scary, but for once curiosity gets the better of you. Plus, this way you get to keep an eye on them and possibly prevent them from going too far. <<if $willpower gte 4>><<you>>'Hmm... Very well, I'm in. But don't overdo it! If I get fired at the end of my trial period because of this, I will make sure the spirits of my most unpleasant ancestors cross the ocean to haunt you and bear in mind some of them talked at the theatre. Do we have an understanding?'<</you>> You say in a surprisingly decisive fatherly tone... Or motherly given the circumstances. Louis and Marcus look at you with surprise and a tinge of shock. <<marcus>>'Ehm, yes Ma'am, understood!'<</marcus>> Marcus manages to say while Louis nods. <<else>><<you>>'Ehm... Ok, I'm in. Just... Promise you'll be careful, I... I r-really don't want to get into trouble over it, ok?'<</you>> Louis touches your shoulder in reassurance. <<louis>>'That's a promise, $name, we won't get you into trouble and, if there is trouble, we'll have your back, right Marcus?'<</louis>> He says, turning to his friend. <<marcus>>'Yes, absolutely, I promise, we'll cover for you 100%.'<</marcus>><</if>> You take a deep breath. <<you>>'Good. Now, what did you have in mind?'<</you>> Marcus and Louis chuckle. <<marcus>>'Well, let's go to his place which is right around the corner, I have the keys, then we'll improvise!'<</marcus>> He says, grabbing the bucket that started the conversation. <<you>>'Very well, lead the way!'<</you>> The three of you exit the party and talk through the park to the corner of the campus where you see several terraced houses and a separate larger cottage, which is Lester's place. Marcus opens it and the three of you enter. You make sure you wipe your shoes on the doormat and Louis, seeing you doing it, does the same. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Prank 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouseentrance.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you enter, Marcus turns on the lights and you have a look around. It's a cosy place, comfortable without being luxurious. You see pictures of many people, including probably a family portrait with Lester's parents, a much younger Lester and someone who you assume is a brother. Another picture is one of a young, attractive Hispanic-looking girl. The three of you scatter around the house looking for possible ideas for a prank. Generally, just by having a quick look around, everything looks extremely shiny and tidy, meaning Lester, like Sophie back in London, is a bit of an obsessive when it comes to order and cleanliness. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the livingroom|Firstparty Prank 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the bathroom|Firstparty Prank 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the bedroom|Firstparty Prank 2c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the kitchen|Firstparty Prank 2d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Examine the entrance and rear garden|Firstparty Prank 2e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partylesterswitchcushion is 1 or $partylestercactus is 1 or $partylestershowerhead is 1 or $partylestersocks is 1 or $partylesternightstand is 1 or $partylesterdishwasher is 1 or $partylesterfridge is 1 or $partylestermud is 1 or $partylestercoat is 1 or $partylesterboots is 1>> If you think you pulled enough pranks, you can leave and call it a day. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Leave Lester's place|Firstparty Prank 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> You should pull off at least one prank before leaving.<</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhousebathroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The bathroom is sparkly clean. It has a large shower on one side and one of those French bidets near the toilet. The large sink looks like a different model than the rest, maybe it's a newer replacement. You don't see much to do here in terms of pranks to pull. Marcus suggests putting the bucket over the door, but you discard the idea as it could mess up the carpet in the hallway. <<if $partylestershowerhead isnot 1>> Louis suggests unscrewing the showerhead just enough to have the water go everywhere without causing much damage.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2b]]>><<set $partylestershowerhead to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The shower head is now unscrewed, and will probably spray everywhere the next time someone takes a shower.<</if>> You can explore other options.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back|Firstparty Prank 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhousebedroom.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The bedroom has a gigantic king-size bed with a beautiful metal frame, looks almost like an antique. A wardrobe with a mirror stands on one side, while on the other you see a chest of drawers full of clothes and bed sheets. Two small nightstands are on the side of the bed, one has a copy of Machiavelli's The Prince, a used edition with the original Italian on one side and the English translation on the other. <<louis>>'We could mess up the book, like draw stuff on... Or not, never mind.'<</louis>> He says very quickly when he notices your murderous glare. <<if $partylestersocks isnot 1>> One of the chests contains neatly paired socks. You could switch some of them so they are unmatched. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2c]]>><<set $partylestersocks to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The socks in the drawer look still perfectly orderly except now most of them are mismatched. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lesterhousesocks.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Your malice truly knows no bounds.<</if>> <<if $partylesternightstand isnot 1>> You could unplug the light on the nightstand. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2c]]>><<set $partylesternightstand to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> The nightstand lamp is now unplugged. A small prank but it still counts.<</if>> You can explore other options.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back|Firstparty Prank 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouseentrance.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Aside from the picture you already noticed, there is a shoe rack in a corner under a coat hanger. On the side you see a pair of enormous rubber boots, leading you to the conclusion that Lester must have huge feet. In the back garden, you see a small vegetable garden with several herbs and a few tomatoes that, given it's already autumn, are shrunk and chilled by the cold. There is also a small shed, which Marcus promptly unlocks. Inside, there's a number of garden tools, all neatly ordered, probably for use all around the campus. You suggest messing up the order of the tools in the shed but Marcus shakes his head. <<marcus>>'It's a lot of work messing up the order and a lot of people use this shed, not just Lester. Let's find something else.'<</marcus>> <<if $partylestermud isnot 1>>Marcus suggests using the bucket to fill the lane leading to the shed with water so it's all muddy.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2e]]>><<set $partylestermud to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The ground in front of the shed is now drenched in water. At least the bucket served its purpose.<</if>> <<if $partylestercoat isnot 1>> You could use small ropes to tie the coats to the coat hanger. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2e]]>><<set $partylestercoat to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The coats are now tied to the coat hanger, so they won't come off immediately when pulled. You make sure the nots are easy to untangle.<</if>> <<if $partylesterboots isnot 1>> You could fill those giant boots with crumpled paper towel.<div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Do it|Firstparty Prank 2e]]>><<set $partylesterboots to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The boots look perfectly normal, with your mischief hidden inside.<</if>> You can explore other options.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back|Firstparty Prank 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouseexterior.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partylesterswitchcushions is 1 and $partylestercactus is 1 and $partylestershowerhead is 1 and $partylestersocks is 1 and $partylesternightstand is 1 and $partylesterdishwasher is 1 and $partylesterfridge is 1 and $partylestermud is 1 and $partylestercoat is 1 and $partylesterboots is 1>><<set $firstpartyallpranks to 1>>You pulled off every possible prank.<<else>> You chose a few pranks to pull off.<</if>> As the three of you leave, you all can't stop giggling among yourselves. As you approach the party, Louis speaks. <<louis>>'This was a lot of fun. My man, do you need help cleaning or can I call it a night? I'm beat, to be honest.'<</louis>> He says, turning to Marcus. <<marcus>>'Go ahead, brother, you earned it. I already have a few people to help with the cleanup. What about you, $name?'<</marcus>> He asks, turning to you. <<you>>'I'm going to stay a bit more. Everyone is going to dance and I'm going to say goodbye to them first.'<</you>> Marcus nods. <<marcus>>'Oh, you're not going to dance yourself?'<</marcus>> He says, a bit surprised. <<you>>'I... I don't know, I never did it before. Maybe it's better...'<</you>> Louis steps in. <<louis>>'I think you should try. I know Lester and the others would appreciate it. Plus, it's good to let go once in a while.'<</louis>> He says, patting you on the back. The thought is kind of terrifying, but trying to overcome your shyness could be useful. <<you>>'You... you may have a point... I'll try. No promises, but I'll try.'<</you>> Marcus chuckles. <<marcus>>'Alright, good enough for me. See you Louis, goodnight!'<</marcus>> You say goodnight to Louis and wait a few seconds after Marcus has gone back in to walk back inside, to avoid raising suspicion. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You find Marcus near the buffet. <<you>>'Hey, I was wondering, would you mind coming with me to see Lester at the pool table?'<</you>> You ask, producing one of your best smiles. Marcus smiles back and seems ready to accept but then stops. <<marcus>>'Ach... Well, I'd love to, and I'm glad you asked, but I am running interference so that Lester can enjoy his time playing. It's better if I keep at it and you pick someone else. Next time?'<</marcus>> He says, with a humble, apologetic look. <<you>>'Hey, it's fine, I'll ask someone else. And for the record, it's sweet that you're actively covering for him. See you later!'<</you>> You say bidding him farewell as you think of someone else.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Pool]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Abigail realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions. You glance at Lester, who is just watching the scene in silence, and Michael, who is vibing with the music, ignoring you. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Abigail: you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<abigail>>'Lester, I meant to thank you for starting the new project.'<</abigail>> Lester looks at her. <<lester>>'You're welcome, Abs. I told you I'd get it done, it just took me a few extra days to sort out the situation with the Coach.'<</lester>> You notice how casual Lester is when he addresses Abigail, while she remains formal and detached. You are not sure how much Abigail appreciates that nickname, though.<<if $winter is 1>> You also realize that the project they are talking about is probably the one they were discussing on the day you arrived. It seems Abigail got her way.<</if>> As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: like Abigail said, he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Abigail turns to you. <<abigail>>'There is a new section of the lab that needed to be built, and the project had been stalling for a while, to I asked Lester to speed it up. Now it should be up and running in... two weeks?'<</abigail>> She asks, turning to Lester. <<lester>>'Yes, should be. If there are no... hitches I actually expect it to be ready in twelve days. That way you could start testing a bit earlier.'<</lester>> Abigail gives him a satisfied nod. <<abigail>>'That would be perfect, but two weeks is still workable for me.'<span> She turns to you.</span> 'Once it's done, we'll use it soon, it will be good for your training.'<</abigail>> Lester, who was focusing on the table, suddenly shoots you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Oh, so you are training under Abs? What happened to Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson?'<</lester>> You look at Abigail like a deer under headlights. She chuckles at your reaction and steps in. <<abigail>>'I will be training $name. It's not... Dr Jamerson's usual way but he agreed the new equipment needs testing and...'<span> She affectionately pats you on the shoulder.</span> 'Our new British employee is the best candidate for the job.'<</abigail>> You blush at her consideration. Lester nods. <<lester>>'Makes sense. Though I thought Doctor Dearest would want to test everything himself.'<</lester>> Abigail shrugs. <<abigail>>'Well, he will probably want to supervise and drop in once in a while. The new equipment is high tech, so it makes sense for me to test and calibrate.'<</abigail>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. Meanwhile, you cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Abigail. She lands her shot but does not pocket any balls, and so it's up to Michael. During his turn, you whisper to her. <<you>>'Sorry for asking, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<abigail>>'Kind of. Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</abigail>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Abigail debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Abi 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Abi 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Ms Winters tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester just stands and watches. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Abigail, and they both seem satisfied. Abigail is giving you that "I told you so" look, but she is smiling at least. Now it's Lester's turn.<<abigail>>'Lester, I meant to thank you for starting the new project.'<</abigail>> Lester looks at her. <<lester>>'You're welcome, Abs. I told you I'd get it done, it just took me a few extra days to sort out the situation with the Coach.'<</lester>> You notice how casual Lester is when he addresses Abigail, while she remains formal and detached. You are not sure how much Abigail appreciates that nickname, though.<<if $winter is 1>> You also realize that the project they are talking about is probably the one they were discussing on the day you arrived. It seems Abigail got her way.<</if>> As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is winning by one. His movements are swift and precise: like Abigail said, he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Abigail turns to you. <<abigail>>'There is a new section of the lab that needed to be built, and the project had been stalling for a while, to I asked Lester to speed it up. Now it should be up and running in... two weeks?'<</abigail>> She asks, turning to Lester. <<lester>>'Yes, should be. If there are no... hitches I actually expect it to be ready in twelve days. That way you could start testing a bit earlier.'<</lester>> Abigail gives him a satisfied nod. <<abigail>>'That would be perfect, but two weeks is still workable for me.'<span> She turns to you.</span> 'Once it's done, we'll use it soon, it will be good for your training.'<</abigail>> Lester, who was focusing on the table, suddenly shoots you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Oh, so you are training under Abs? What happened to Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson?'<</lester>> You look at Abigail like a deer under headlights. She chuckles at your reaction and steps in. <<abigail>>'I will be training $name. It's not... Dr Jamerson's usual way but he agreed the new equipment needs testing and...'<span> She affectionately pats you on the shoulder.</span> 'our new British employee is the best candidate for the job.'<</abigail>> You blush at her consideration. Lester nods. <<lester>>'Makes sense. Though I thought Doctor Dearest would want to test everything himself.'<</lester>> Abigail shrugs. <<abigail>>'Well, he will probably want to supervise and drop in once in a while. The new equipment is high tech, so it makes sense for me to test and calibrate.'<</abigail>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. Meanwhile, you cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Abigail. She lands her shot but does not pocket any balls, and so it's up to Michael. During his turn, you whisper to her. <<you>>'Sorry for asking, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<abigail>>'Kind of. Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</abigail>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Abigail debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Abi 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Abi 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<lester>>'Well, I would offer you a rematch but there are a lot of people waiting to play. Really sorry but tonight is... Like this.'<</lester>> Abigail immediately replies. <<abigail>>'That is perfectly fine. Thank you for your time, you too Michael, and again my compliments for your speech. Enjoy the party!'<</abigail>> You say goodbye to both of them and head back with Abigail. <<if $firstpartypoolwin is 1>> Abigail leads you to the party entrance and outside. <<abigail>>'My first win against Lester. Thank you for that. This evening turned out much, much better than expected.'<</abigail>> You smile at her words. <<if $willpower gte 4>><<you>>'Well, you realized my dream and brought me here, so you pretty much did it yourself. I am really happy I was able to help!'<</you>><<else>><<you>>'W-well, I am really happy to be able to help you.'<</you>><</if>> <<if $ablie isnot 1 and $abmeet gte 5>>She takes you to the side of the building by the park, looks around to make sure you are alone and puts you against the wall. <<if $abmeet gte 10 >> She leans forward until her face is extremely close to yours. Then grabs your face with both hands and kisses you. It's slow, sensual and... magnificent: she sets the pace and yet gives you time to appreciate it<<if $abinoreward is 1>> and she is careful about not smothering you or make you feel pressure<</if>>. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Abigailpoolfinal.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> You embrace her and get lost in the sensation, tasting her lipstick, slowly exploring with your hands, touching her breasts and ass through the clothes. The two of you make out for a few minutes, as you feel the campus lights turning on around you as twilight gives in to the night. The slow pace she is setting makes you appreciate every touch, every caress, but also makes your arousal spike. You can feel your dick straining in your underwear, almost painfully erect. At this point she breaks the kiss. <<abigail>>'I think we should stop here for tonight.<<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> I meant what I said before:<</if>> I want you to enjoy the party. You should meet people, and hang out. We work together now and there will be plenty of chances to do this in the future, ok?'<</abigail>> You take a deep breath to quell the flames of desire and nod. <<else>> She puts your hands against the wall. As you're pinned in place, you watch as she leans closer and gives you a slow, sensual kiss on the lips. You get lost in the sensation as you taste her... and your... lipstick. It's short lived but still quite arousing. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Abigailpoolfinal.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> <<abigail>>'I think we should stop here for tonight.<<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> I meant what I said before:<</if>> I want you to enjoy the party. You should meet people, and hang out. We work together now and there will be plenty of chances to do this in the future, ok?'<</abigail>> You take a deep breath to quell the flames of desire and nod. <</if>> <<elseif $ablie isnot 1 and $abmeet lte 4>> She takes you to the side of the building, looks around to make sure you are alone and puts your hands against the wall. As you're pinned in place, you watch as she leans closer, stopping a few inches from your face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Abigailpoolfinaltease.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<abigail>>'This was good, you are already improving since our dinner. Keep it up and...'<span> She puts her leg forward, grazing your crotch.</span> 'I may reward you again.'<</abigail>> You are already aroused by her firm touch, and just the light touch from her leg is enough to make you twitch. She feels it, and smiles wickedly. <<abigail>>'But that is not going to happen tonight. <<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> I meant what I said before:<</if>> I want you to enjoy the party. You should meet people, and hang out. We work together now and there will be plenty of chances to do this in the future, ok?'<</abigail>> You take a deep breath to quell the flames of desire and nod. <<else>><<set $ablie to 0>> She looks like she is about to make a move on you, but she doesn't. Instead, she leans on the wall. <<abigail>>'You're doing good, but I have not forgotten your lies. I will move on like I said, it's just fresh right now, and I believe... well, that a lesson must be learned before any kind of reward, won't you agree?'<</abigail>> You silently curse yourself for those lies, and lower your gaze in shame. <<you>>'Y-yes, and I'm sorry.'<</you>> You mumble, begrudgingly, acknowledging that she has a point. <<abigail>>'Good. Now, with that being said, given your actions tonight I am willing to give you a chance to earn back some goodwill.'<</abigail>> She briefly looks around to make sure no one is looking at you. Then she reaches into her bag, searches in it for a moment, then pulls out a pair of pink panties. She presents them to you: they look very fancy, probably made of silk, with laced edges. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/pinkpanties.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As you look at them, you slowly realise what she wants you to do and you widen your eyes in shock. <<abigail>>'I am offering you a chance to earn your reward. Are you seeking true atonement or just trying to make yourself feel better?'<</abigail>> You try to think of a reply but come up empty. After all she is offering something, even if a bit extreme, though not too much considering what you are wearing right now. Seeing that you're silent, she continues. <<abigail>>'I will give you some time to ponder, so let's say starting from next Monday I want you to wear these panties to work. You will come to my office and show me you are wearing them. Every day for the next two weeks. You don't need to disrobe, just show me a sliver. Do this and I will reward you.'<</abigail>> You stare at the panties, feeling the smooth fabric while trying to understand why she is asking this of you. And it kind of make sense. <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>>The panties you are wearing are, technically, feminine, but they... maintain an illusion, somehow? These do not, even remotely<<else>>These panties are outrageously feminine, even more so than normal ones<</if>>. But it's kind of the point: you did not respect her as a woman, she wants you to walk in her shoes... well, in her underwear anyway, and not just for this party, but at work. You take a deep breath and pocket the panties, given your current choice of clothing right now it's not a big deal. As you pocket them, just at that time the streetlights of the campus turn on. <<you>>'I'll... Well, it's a lot, but I'll try my best.'<</you>> Abigail nods. <<abigail>> Right now<<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> I meant what I said before:<</if>> I want you to enjoy the party. You should meet people, and hang out.'<</abigail>><</if>> <<else>>Abigail leads you to the party entrance and outside. <<abigail>>'Thank you for inviting me, the evening turned much better than I thought.'<</abigail>> She smiles kindly at you. <<you>>'I'm s-sorry we could not win the game.'<</you>> You say, apologetically. <<abigail>>'Oh, don't worry about it. Yes, it was an opportunity, given the situations, but there will be others. I may be competitive, especially with someone like Lester, but I know it's just a game, it's no big deal.'<</abigail>> She steps closer to you as your heart starts beating faster, and gives you a slow, sensual kiss on the lips. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Abigailpoolfinal.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> You get lost in the sensation as you taste her... and your... lipstick. It's short lived but still quite arousing. <<abigail>>'I think we should stop here for tonight.<<if $abigailpartylesson is 1>> I meant what I said before:<</if>> I want you to enjoy the party. You should meet people, and hang out. We work together now and there will be plenty of chances to do this in the future, ok?'<</abigail>> You take a deep breath to quell the flames of desire and nod.<</if>> Abigail takes in the night air. The last lights of twilight are disappearing to the West and a gentle breeze starts rustling through the leaves of the campus trees. She turns to you. <<abigail>>'I'd better call it a night. See you on Monday?'<</abigail>> <<you>>'Would you like me to walk you home?'<</you>> You ask, just trying to be a gentleman... or woman, given how you're dressed. <<abigail>>'Aw, that is sweet of you. Thank you, but I will be fine. Goodnight $name, and have fun at the party!'<</abigail>> You watch her walking away, briefly ogle her beautiful ass, then go back into the main hall of the party.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Zoey realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions. You glance at Lester, who is just watching the scene in silence, and Michael, who is vibing with the music, ignoring you. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/poolscore.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Zoey: you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<zoey>>'So, has the new project started? I heard it was a matter of days.'<</zoey>> She asks Lester, probably just to make conversation. <<lester>>'Yes, we started yesterday. Should be up and running, at least for preliminary testing, in ten-twelve days.'<</lester>> As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: you surmise he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Zoey turns to you. <<zoey>>'We're talking about a new section of the lab to test a new product, you'll probably use it once the training is done.'<</zoey>> Lester interjects. <<lester>>'Yes, one of Abigail's. You will be working under her, correct?'<</lester>> He asks you. <<you>>'Oh, yes, she told me I'll be assigned to research, and that she'll supervise my training.'<</you>> You reply. Lester gives you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Huh.'<</lester>> Zoey is the one to step in. <<zoey>>'What do you mean?'<</zoey>> Lester shrugs. <<lester>>'Oh, nothing. It's just that it's quite unusual. I guess Our Esteemed Doctor Jamal Jamerson could not be bothered?'<</lester>> Zoey is about to say something back but relents. You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Zoey. Meanwhile, Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. Zoey takes her time but misses her shot, handing a free throw to Michael. Seizing this opportunity, you talk to her. <<you>>'Hey, so, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<zoey>>'Hm, a bit. It's complicated, but Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</zoey>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Zoey debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Zoey 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Zoey 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Zoey tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester just stands and watches. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Zoey, and they both seem satisfied. Zoey is giving you that "I told you so" look, but she is smiling at least. Now it's Lester's turn. <<zoey>>'So, has the new project started? I heard it was a matter of days.'<</zoey>> She asks Lester, probably just to make conversation. <<lester>>'Yes, we started yesterday. Should be up and running, at least for preliminary testing, in ten-twelve days.'<</lester>> As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is winning by one. Zoey turns to you. <<zoey>>'We're talking about a new section of the lab to test a new product, you'll probably use it once the training is done.'<</zoey>> Lester interjects. <<lester>>'Yes, one of Abigail's. You will be working under her, correct?'<</lester>> He asks you. <<you>>'Oh, yes, she told me I'll be assigned to research, and that she'll supervise my training.'<</you>> You reply. Lester gives you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Huh.'<</lester>> Zoey is the one to step in. <<zoey>>'What do you mean?'<</zoey>> Lester shrugs. <<lester>>'Oh, nothing. It's just that it's quite unusual. I guess Our Esteemed Doctor Jamal Jamerson could not be bothered?'<</lester>> Zoey is about to say something back but relents. You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Zoey. Meanwhile, Lester is going or a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. Zoey takes her time but misses her shot, handing a free throw to Michael. Seizing this opportunity, you talk to her. <<you>>'Hey, so, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<zoey>>'Hm, a bit. It's complicated, but Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</zoey>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning they are still ahead by one and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Zoey debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Zoey 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Zoey 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $reparationsknowledge to 1>><<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Louis realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions. You glance at Lester, who is just watching the scene in silence, and Michael, who is vibing with the music, ignoring you. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Louis: you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<louis>>'By the way, Lester, are you planning to ask the city as well, now that the Dean is on board? Some of the families, including mine, were trying to get some kind of public acknowledgement.'<</louis>> You glance at Louis. Although the tone is friendly and casual, you get the sense that there's a bit more behind the question. Lester takes a moment focusing on the shot, then replies. <<lester>>'Yes, though it can't be rushed. I know that your family wants justice, like Marcus's, but all in due time. First, we get the University on board, then we use that leverage to get an official apology.'<</lester>> Louis nods at Lester's reply, though he does not seem entirely satisfied. Lester shoots and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a good position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: you surmise he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Louis turns to you. <<louis>>'Sorry, still talking about the reparations. We are planning to get a public acknowledgement after Delvarma University is on board.'<</louis>> You smile at him. <<you>>'Oh, it's okay, don't mind me. I know I am new but this is very important and worth talking about. Are the... families grieving?'<</you>> You ask, a bit awkwardly. Lester replies while focusing on his next shot. <<lester>>'No one died directly. Two were beaten and badly injured. One died a year later, the other three years later and neither could walk again after what they did to them. There were several who walked away from the protest wounded, Marcus's father and Louis's uncle among them.'<</lester>> Lester concludes in a rather sombre tone. <<you>>'I see. And just to be clear it was the police who did this?'<</you>> Louis steps in. <<louis>>'Yes, with batons and tear gas. Welcome to America, I guess.'<</louis>> He concludes ironically. <<you>>'Sorry to hear that, though that's kind of an understatement. I suppose Dr Jamerson's inluence helped.'<</you>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. <<lester>>'Hm, Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson is just interested in what profits himself.'<</lester>> You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? <<louis>>'Come on, brother, you know that's not fair. Had Jamerson not been in charge of Noir, you would not have been able to pressure the Dean.'<</louis>> As he speaks, he punctuates his words by putting one ball straight in the hole. Lester looks at him, and nods, though begrudgingly. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Louis debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Louis 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Louis 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Louis tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester just stands and watches. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Louis, and they both seem satisfied. Louis is giving you that it's-a-shame look, but he is smiling nonetheless. <<louis>>'By the way, Lester, are you planning to ask the city as well, now that the Dean is on board? Some of the families, including mine, were trying to get some kind of public acknowledgement.'<</louis>> Lester takes a moment focusing on the shot, then replies. <<lester>>'Yes, though it can't be rushed. I know that your family wants justice, like Marcus's, but all in due time. First, we get the University on board, then we use that leverage to get an official apology.'<</lester>> Louis nods at Lester's reply, though he does not seem entirely satisfied. Lester shoots and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is way ahead. Louis turns to you. <<louis>>'Sorry, still talking about the reparations. We are planning to get a public acknowledgement after Delvarma University is on board.'<</louis>> You smile at him. <<you>>'Oh, it's okay, don't mind me. I know I am new but this is very important and worth talking about. Are the... families grieving?'<</you>> You ask, a bit awkwardly. Lester replies while focusing on his next shot. <<lester>>'No one died directly. Two were beaten and badly injured. One died a year later, the other three years later and neither could walk again after what they did to them. There were several who walked away from the protest wounded, Marcus's father and Louis's uncle among them.'<</lester>> Lester concludes in a rather sombre tone. <<you>>'I see. And just to be clear it was the police who did this?'<</you>> Louis steps in. <<louis>>'Yes, with batons and tear gas. Welcome to America, I guess.'<</louis>> He concludes ironically. <<you>>'Sorry to hear that, though that's kind of an understatement. I suppose Dr Jamerson's inluence helped.'<</you>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. <<lester>>'Hm, Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson is just interested in what profits himself.'<</lester>> You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? <<louis>>'Come on, brother, you know that's not fair. Had Jamerson not been in charge of Noir, you would not have been able to pressure the Dean.'<</louis>> As he speaks, he punctuates his words by putting one ball straight in the hole. Lester looks at him, and nods, though begrudgingly. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Louis debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Louis 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Louis 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Mariastella realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions. You glance at Lester, who is just watching the scene in silence, and Michael, who is vibing with the music, ignoring you. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Mariastella, who is caught by surprise and almost leaves you hanging, though it's probably a cultural thing, as she was loudly cheering you. Still, it's done: you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<melissa>>'So, Lester, can I ask you about that speech? It looked like a big deal, can you tell me the story behind it?'<</melissa>> Mariastella keeps a tone of casual conversation, but her interest is palpable. <<if $firstpartymariastellareparations is 1>>She hasn't told Lester she already knows because you told her, but you guess she wants to hear the story from him. It's actually a good idea, so you keep quiet and let him speak.<</if>> <<lester>>'Certainly. There is an area, South-West of the city, called Delvarma Meadows, where the college has built several laboratories and uses the land to cultivate specific crops for research. That area used to be where a Black community lived. Until they were essentially wiped out in a few months in 1982. The council expropriated the land and sold it for pennies to the college.'<</lester>> Lester tells the story with a calm, matter-of-factly tone, but you can feel the anger seeping through. You carefully step in. <<you>>'Ehm, sorry <<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>>but I spoke to<<if $partygracereparations is 1>>Grace Black<<else>>Marcus<</if>> earlier and he told me that everything was done legally. Is that true?<<else>>but how on Earth was this legal?<</if>>'<</you>> Lester gives you a sorrowful smile. <<lester>>'Yes, perfectly legal. Trust me, we tried for years to hold elected officials accountable. They stole the land and sold it back to the College. When the community protested, they used the excuse of "rampant drug use" to mobilize the police and quash everything.'<</lester>> Lester shoots and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: you surmise he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Meanwhile, you and Mariastella are still absorbing what Lester just told you. <<set $reparationsknowledge to 1>><<melissa>>'That's... very bad. Did anyone die?'<</melissa>> She asks. <<lester>>'No one died directly. Two were beaten and badly injured. One died a year later, the other three years later and neither could walk again after what they did to them. There were several who walked away from the protest wounded, Marcus's father and Louis's uncle among them.'<</lester>> Lester concludes in a rather sombre tone. <<you>>'I see. And just to be clear it was the police who did this?'<</you>> You glance at Mariastella, who is still listening to every word. <<lester>>'Yes, with batons and tear gas. Welcome to America, I guess.'<</lester>> He concludes ironically. <<you>>'Sorry to hear that, though that's kind of an understatement. I suppose Dr Jamerson's inluence helped.'<</you>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. <<lester>>'Hm, Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson is just interested in what profits himself.'<</lester>> You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Mariastella keeps quiet, focusing on her shot and pocketing one, though she can't follow that up. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Mariastella debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool MS 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool MS 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Mariastella tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester just stands and watches. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Mariastella, and they both seem satisfied. Now it's Lester's turn. <<melissa>>'So, Lester, can I ask you about that speech? It looked like a big deal, can you tell me the story behind it?'<</melissa>> Mariastella keeps a tone of casual conversation, but her interest is palpable.<<if $firstpartymariastellareparations is 1>>She hasn't told Lester she already knows because you told her, but you guess she wants to hear the story from him. It's actually a good idea, so you keep quiet and let him speak.<</if>> <<lester>>'Certainly. There is an area, South-West of the city, called Delvarma Meadows, where the college has built several laboratories and uses the land to cultivate specific crops for research. That area used to be owned by a Black community. Until they were essentially wiped out in a few months in 1982. The council expropriated the land and sold it for pennies to the college.'<</lester>> Lester tells the story with a calm, matter-of-factly tone, but you can feel the anger seeping through. You carefully step in. <<you>>'Ehm, sorry <<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>>but I spoke to <<if $partygracereparations is 1>>Grace Black<<else>>Marcus<</if>> earlier and he told me that everything was done legally. Is that true?<<else>>but how on Earth was this legal?<</if>>'<</you>> Lester gives you a sorrowful smile. <<lester>>'Yes, perfectly legal. Trust me, we tried for years to hold elected officials accountable. They stole the land and sold it back to the College. When the community protested, they used the excuse of "rampant drug use" to mobilize the police and quash everything.'<</lester>> As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is winning by one. Meanwhile, you and Mariastella are still absorbing what Lester just told you. <<set $reparationsknowledge to 1>><<melissa>>'That's... very bad. Did anyone die?'<</melissa>> She asks. <<lester>>'No one died directly. Two were beaten and badly injured. One died a year later, the other three years later and neither could walk again after what they did to them. There were several who walked away rom the protest wounded, Marcus's father and Louis's uncle among them.'<</lester>> Lester concludes in a rather sombre tone. <<you>>'I see. And just to be clear it was the police who did this?'<</you>> You glance at Mariastella, who is still listening to every word. <<lester>>'Yes, with batons and tear gas. Welcome to America, I guess.'<</lester>> He concludes ironically. <<you>>'Sorry to hear that, though that's kind of an understatement. I suppose Dr Jamerson's inluence helped.'<</you>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. <<lester>>'Hm, Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson is just interested in what profits himself.'<</lester>> You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Mariastella keeps quiet, focusing on her shot and pocketing one, though she can't follow that up. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning they are still ahead by one and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Mariastella debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool MS 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool MS 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/meeting room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you are rejoining the main hall, you spot Mariastella by the main entrance, waving at you and signalling you to come closer. As you approach, she leads you out of the hall and into a corridor to a small room. There is a large table in the middle with various chairs, it's probably a meeting room for staff or teachers. <<melissa>>'So... I am about to go home and... what's the expression... call it a night. I wanted to thank you for all you have for me tonight. I was... feeling pretty awkward in my formal dress and, between the kitchen and the pool game, you really made my evening.'<</melissa>> She steps closer to you and kisses you on the cheek. <<you>>'Oh. You... you're welc-come, anytime. I had a l-lot of fun as well.'<</you>> You say, stammering even more than usual. She smiles and caresses your face. <<melissa>>'You're not used to... a costume?'<</melissa>> She asks, noticing your nervousness. <<you>>'N-no, it's... it's just...'<span> You take a deep breath to calm your nerves.</span> 'I'm just not used to the attention. I was always a wallflower at parties.'<</you>> Mariastella looks at you confused, then says. <<melissa>>'Ah, sorry, it took me a moment to understand what wallflower meant. You need to do yourself... to give yourself courage. You were really good company tonight. I mean it.'<</melissa>> To punctuate her words, she gives you a small, soft kiss on the lips. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/mariastellashortkiss.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> On the one hand you feel happy and relieved, on the other you are a bit confused. <<you>>'Wait... But your husband?'<</you>> She smiles and lower her eyes. You see a shadow of sadness falling over her face. She sits down, and you quickly follow. <<melissa>>'This is not easy for me. Roberto is... very nice to me, and I love him. But not sexually. You know what I mean?'<</melissa>> You nod, still a bit confused. <<you>>'Yes, I think so, but then why... are you married to him?'<</you>> She smiles, again a smile charged with sadness. <<melissa>>'It's a long story. We did not marry out of love, we married out of convenience. It was an... arrangement and we're... both happy with it.'<</melissa>> She ends with another smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Mariastella2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> You get the sense she is being honest, but also that there is more to this than she is letting on.<</if>> There is a moment of silence as you reflect on her words. She is not making any moves, and she seems completely out of your league... And yet she just kissed you. You take a deep breath. <<you>>'I see, and I'm sorry to cause you trouble. If you are in an open r-relationship, maybe I c-could...'<</you>> You stop talking, letting her fill in the blanks. You want her to be able to make a joke in case you read her wrong. <<melissa>>'Oh, che carino! You are just the sweetest! Look, I had a great time tonight, and I... There are a lot of thing going on at the moment, you...'<</melissa>> She realises she is kind of rambling, so she stops and stands up. She moves closer to you and takes your hand. <<melissa>>'What I'm saying is you are a...' <span>She stops, searching for the word. </span> 'Come si dirà feminiello? Ah, sorry, the word escapes me. What I mean is I like men that are... manly?'<</melissa>> When she says this, you lower your gaze in defeat. Despite enjoying your night, you really wish you were not in a costume right now.<<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> You also have no idea what "feminiello" means, but you can probably guess. Still, considering her tone, she should not have meant it as a slur, so maybe it's something else.<</if>> You stand up and the two of you are now very close.</div> <<if $willpower gte 2 or $thereisnoemotion is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Gently, try to give her a push|Firstparty MS scene 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say goodbye|Firstparty MS scene 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/meeting room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $firstpartymariastellakiss to 1>> You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her as you think about this for a moment. She hasn't said no, and she repeatedly moved closer to you. Maybe she needs a little push? You ask yourself, painfully aware that this line of thinking can turn into a slippery slope, especially when alcohol is involved. Still, you could make a single move, something you can take back and apologize, if rejected. Meanwhile, Mariastella speaks again. <<melissa>>'Please don't think bad of me, I don't mean what I said as a bad thing. I like you, really, I'm just...'<</melissa>> She stops as you reach out and caress her face with your hand. Ok, time to be extra bold. <<you>>'Look, I'm just going to try something, ok?'<</you>> Her eyes widen as you come closer and take her head in your hands. You stop, and look for her approval. That is when you realise you are both going for it: you meet her halfway as your lips intertwine. She embraces you as your kiss gets more and more intense. Her divine lips taste amazing as she starts exploring with her tongue. You don't have that much experience, but you try to keep focus and match her energy, while ignoring your growing arousal. You notice how she subtly takes control, slowing down the rhythm, pushing you against the table and pushing her body against yours, while her tongue still dances in your mouth. She slowly brings down the pace, reducing the intensity and bringing the sensual tongue play down to a more romantic tone. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Mariastellafinalkiss.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> When she finally breaks the kiss, you are both back to the languid, sweet mood that prompted that first kiss from her. <<melissa>>'Bellissimo. This was wonderful, I... You made me realize how much I needed that. We... will repeat this in the future, yes?'<</melissa>> You take a deep breath as you try to slow down your ragged breathing. <<you>>'Yes, absolutely!'<span> You say enthusiastically, and way too loudly. </span> 'I... I mean, i-if you w-want to, of c-course.'<</you>> She laughs at your hesitation. <<melissa>>'Oh, you're such a treasure! Of course I want to, silly.'<</melissa>> She pinches your cheek, which lightens the mood and makes you laugh. You are both adjusting your dresses as you are dealing with what has quickly become a very awkward boner, when she says. <<melissa>>'Oh, sorry, I... smeared your wonderful makeup. Please go to the bathroom so I can fix it for you, ok?'<</melissa>> Oh, right, you think as you follow her to the bathroom. As you get in front of the bathroom mirror you realise your makeup is a bit smudged and you have stains of her lipstick all around your mouth. Thankfully, she knows how to do it and carries enough equipment in her purse to get the job done. <<you>>'Thank you for doing this, it's... beyond my skill set.'<</you>> She smiles at you. <<melissa>>'I discounted it..., no, that's... assumed. I meant to say I assumed. First time with makeup?'<</melissa>> You nod, blushing. <<melissa>>'Stay still, or this is going to take forever. Your friends did very good job, should be able to fix you with no problem.'<</melissa>> In a few minutes you're as good as new. <<you>>'Wow, that's fantastic, thank you.'<</you>> Mariastella laughs. <<melissa>>'It was my fault, it's the least I could do. Sooo, I'll see you around<<if $yoga is 1>> at yoga if not sooner<</if>>. You were great tonight. A hug?'<</melissa>> You nod and she embraces you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Mariastellahug.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Her hair smell wonderfully, you think as you resist the temptation to move you hand down, after all there is no reason to tempt fate. <<melissa>>'It's time for me to go home and sleep. Thank you once more for everything, you really made me feel welcome!'<</melissa>> You watch her walk away as you steal a glance at her voluptuous ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/Mariastellabutt.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Since you are already in the bathroom, you freshen up a bit then head back to the main hall.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Back to the party|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/graceblack2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Grace realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions. You glance at Lester, who is just watching the scene in silence, and Michael, who is vibing with the music, ignoring you. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/poolscore.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Grace: you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<lester>>'So Grace, how is your new protegée doing? Annie, right?'<</lester>> Grace immediately lights up. <<sophie>>'Yes, she's really talented, huge potential, but shy. So shy it messes with her sense of self-worth.'<</sophie>> Lester perks up, suddenly more serious. <<lester>>'Sorry, that must be rough. Still, she has a good... mentor in you.'<</lester>> Grace looks at him surprised, then smiles. <<sophie>>'Why, thank you, that's... unexpectedly kind of you to say.'<</sophie>> Lester raises an eyebrow and gives her a sardonic smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Lestersmirk.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'What can I say? I'm in a good mood tonight.'<</lester>> Grace rolls her eyes. <<sophie>>'Aaaaand right back to being a dick. You see what I have to deal with?'<</sophie>> She asks the table. you and Michael look at her, look at each other and immediately take a step back, denying any kind of involvement. While this is happening, Lester takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: like Grace said, he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Lester keeps going. <<lester>>'Anyway Grace, you should be careful with $name here. He is still being trained by Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson, and he doesn't...'<</lester>> Lester trails off as he sees your expression. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'Actually, Abigail, Ms Winters, is overseeing my training.'<</you>><<if $firstpartyjamersonscene is 1>> You are not sure Jamerson has completely given up on the idea, given what he told you this evening, but still, that is the official version.<</if>> Both Grace and Lester look surprised. <<lester>>'Interesting. Still, don't expect Jamerson to completely stay out of it. The man is obsessive about control.'<</lester>> Grace gives him a weird look, then coughs. <<sophie>>'cough-Pot-cough, cough- Kettle.'<</sophie>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. Meanwhile, you cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Grace. She lands her shot but does not pocket any balls, and so it's up to Michael. During his turn, you whisper to her. <<you>>'Sorry for asking, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<sophie>>'Like I told you, yes. Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</sophie>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Grace debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Grace 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Grace 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Grace tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester just stands and watches. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Grace, and they both seem satisfied. <<lester>>'So Grace, how is your new protegée doing? Annie, right?'<</lester>> Grace immediately lights up. <<sophie>>'Yes, she's really talented, huge potential, but shy. So shy it messes with her sense of self-worth.'<</sophie>> Lester perks up, suddenly more serious. <<lester>>'Sorry, that must be rough. Still, she has a good... mentor in you.'<</lester>> Grace looks at him surprised, then smiles. <<sophie>>'Why, thank you, that's... unexpectedly kind of you to say.'<</sophie>> Lester raises an eyebrow and gives her a sardonic smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Lestersmirk.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'What can I say? I'm in a good mood tonight.'<</lester>> Grace rolls her eyes. <<sophie>>'Aaaaand right back to being a dick. You see what I have to deal with?'<</sophie>> She asks the table. you and Michael look at her, look at each other and immediately take a step back, denying any kind of involvement. While this is happening, Lester takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is winning by one. His movements are swift and precise: like Grace said, he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. Lester keeps going. <<lester>>'Anyway Grace, you should be careful with $name here. He is still being trained by Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson, and he doesn't...'<</lester>> Lester trails off as he sees your expression. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<you>>'Actually, Abigail, Ms Winters, is overseeing my training.'<</you>><<if $firstpartyjamersonscene is 1>> You are not sure Jamerson has completely given up on the idea, given what he told you this evening, but still, that is the official version.<</if>> Both Grace and Lester look surprised. <<lester>>'Interesting. Still, don't expect Jamerson to completely stay out of it. The man is obsessive about control.'<</lester>> Grace gives him a weird look, then coughs. <<sophie>>'cough-Pot-cough, cough- Kettle.'<</sophie>> Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. Meanwhile, you cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Grace. She lands her shot but does not pocket any balls, and so it's up to Michael. During his turn, you whisper to her. <<you>>'Sorry for asking, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<sophie>>'Like I told you, yes. Lester would like to have more say in the Institution, and Jamerson wants to stay in charge.'<</sophie>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Grace debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Grace 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Grace 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/commonroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/graceblack2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>>'I... Yes.'<</you>> You say, really hoping you won't regret it. A gleefully satisfied smile appears as soon as you speak. <<sophie>>'Good boy. Or perhaps for tonight I should say good girl? Come closer.'<</sophie>> You walk closer to her, though you don't rush as you observe her carefully. She does not make a move until you are in front of her. Her demeanour reminds you of a panther, or a lioness, calm and collected while you are probably visibly shaking. You notice she is a bit taller than you, her heels probably helping matters. When you are close, she speaks again. <<sophie>>'Relax, you are not going to enjoy it if you are this tense. Breath in... Now out... that's it. Now stay still.'<</sophie>> She walks around you, and stops at your back. You can't see her directly, but you can see her reflection in the window. She moves closer to you, and you feel a hand touching... and then squeezing your ass. You let out a little yelp, and that is when she whispers in your ear. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/abigailwhisper.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<sophie>>'Shh, it's okay, just focus on my touch.'<</sophie>> She starts touching your neck, and running gently up and down your torso.<<if $pills is 1>> She brushes over a stiff nipple, causing a shiver of pleasure through your body<</if>> She alternates these soft touches with a more... decisive groping of your ass, and the dichotomy is... delightful. You find yourself melting in her hands, between the touching, the occasional lustful glances she shoots you using the reflection in the window. You also see your face, transformed by <<if $firstpartymakeupmia is 1>>Mia<<else>>Zoey<</if>> increasingly distorted by pleasure. She whispers again. <<sophie>>'Now, tell me. Does it feel good to be in my hands?'<</sophie>> She asks. Your brain, muddled by lust and alcohol, takes a moment to process. <<you>>'Yes <<if$willpower gte 2>>Grace<<else>>Mistress<</if>>'<</you>> You reply, your breathing becoming more labored as your arousal inexorably climbs. She chuckles softly. <<sophie>>'Very well.'<</sophie>> She rubs your crotch, running up and down your cock through the clothes. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Gracehj.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> It's a constant movement that starts very soft and gets progressively firmer. Your cock is already at full mast, and you know you are not going to last long: <<if $giveitback is 0 and $useannie isnot 1>> suddenly her hand envelops your genitals and grips them decisively. Your dick twitches, loudly voicing his arousal, but she stays firm and tightens her grip. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Graceballsqueeze.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> Her touch by itself could be enough to get you off at this point but the slight pain from your balls being constricted is enough to keep your orgasm frustratingly out of reach. <<you>>'Aah, w-why?'<</you>> You ask, looking at her reflection, glaring at you from behind your shoulder. Without breaking eye contact, she whispers. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Gracesultry.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<sophie>>'That is a good question, $name. What reason could I possibly have for doing this?'<</sophie>> Your dick is constantly twitching, rock hard and protesting its restrained state. You focus and force your brain to think. <<you>>'Is... Is this... because of Annie?'<</you>> Her reflection gives you a slow nod. <<sophie>>'Clever girl, yes it is. Now, what do you say to that?'<</sophie>> She relaxes the grip on your shoulders but keep the other hand firmly wrapped around your genitals. <<you>>'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I... I don't know what I was thinking, so stupid, so... selfish.'<</you>> You conclude defeated, your arousal waning. She releases her grip and you immediately sigh in relief. She gives you a moment to compose yourself, and she stands on your side, looking at you through the reflection... or maybe looking past the window, you can't really tell. During this quiet moment, you see <<if $firstparty is 2>>the campus lights turning on, as the night sets in<<else>>moonlight creating new shadows across the campus<</if>>. Grace speaks, softly and with a much gentler tone. <<sophie>>'Well said. This time I believe you. Now you only need to apologize to her and we're good.'<</sophie>> Her reflection gives out a surprisingly gentle, caring smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Gracegentle.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You feel frustrated, but you get why she did it. This was a show, a demonstration: the denial was the point<<if $chastity is 1>> just like Sophie did with the chastity cage<</if>>.<<you>>'I... I will. And... Thank you for the l-lesson?'<</you>> Her reflection does not move but you hear her chuckle. <<sophie>>'You're welcome. Maybe next time we can end on a happier note.'<</sophie>> She says, maintaining her soft smile. You feel a strange clarity wash over you. The arousal is not gone, but the experience gave you a lot to think about, it's almost... invigorating. <<else>>as your sense your impending climax, she removes her hand. You instinctively move your hips forward to reach it but it's useless, she is keeping her hand tantalisingly close but out of reach and she is holding your shoulders firm with her other arm. She chuckles again. <<sophie>>'So eager. Would you like to finish?'<</sophie>> She asks. <<you>>'Yes!'<</you>> You say amid a few whimpers. <<sophie>>'Not tonight. Now focus, calm yourself, and breathe.'<</sophie>> You try to clear your mind and focus on your breathing, as the erection slowly subsides. She lets you go and, as your arousal slowly decreases, she moves on your side. As your dick keeps complaining about being neglected, you look at her reflection, you notice her breathing is slowing down as well, she clearly liked her... actions. <<you>>'I... I just thought...'<</you>> You start. <<sophie>>'That I would jerk you off?'<</sophie>> Her reflection raises an eyebrow. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Gracesardonic.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Yeah, it was kind of a naive thought. <<sophie>>'Keep this up and I will. Like I said, this is but a taste. We can do this, and more, in the future.'<</sophie>> You nods and you both stay in silence as you recover. You watch <<if $firstparty is 2>>the campus lights turn on, as the night finally sets in<<else>>moonlight creating new shadows across the campus<</if>>. You feel a strange serenity wash over you. You are still aroused, but definitely invigorated by the experience, and can't stop smiling. <</if>> <<sophie>>'So, shall we rejoin the festivities?'<</sophie>> She gestures you towards the door, and the two of you go back down the stairs towards the main hall. As you re-enter, she speaks again. <<sophie>>'I'll be around if you wish to ask more questions. Enjoy the night!'<</sophie>> <<you>>'You as well. And thank you!'<</you>> You say your goodbyes and go back to the party. <<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>>As you rejoin the main event, you stop by the buffet to eat something and drink. While you do so, your mind wanders, thinking about what just happened. Compared to Jamerson, Grace was... nice? Well, maybe "nice" isn't the right word, but she respected your boundaries. Jamerson was... really pushy in comparison... and he is also your boss, making it much harder to say no. Still, it's surprising how much you enjoyed it.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/pooltablearea.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 0>> You take a deep breath and try your best to center yourself, tuning the music out and just concentrate on the table, the cue stick and the ball. Mia realizes what you are about to do and tries to give you directions, but she doesn't know enough about pool. Thankfully Lester comes to your aid with a few helpful suggestions. You smile back at him, and focus on your shot. You're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester, and this is what gives you a strange serene focus. You breathe in, and take the shot: time seems to slow down as you watch the ball hit the cushion and roll steadily into the hole. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/poolscore.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You squeal in delight and do a little victory dance as you high-five Mia: it's not going to last, but for now you're actually ahead! The next shot is outside your skill level, so you just hit the ball to move it closer to the hole and now it's Lester's turn. <<mia>>'So, Reece is wrapping things up in the kitchen. He'll probably come by to say hi as the evening wraps up. Is that ok?'<</mia>> She asks Lester, probably just to make conversation. <<lester>>'Yes, that should be good. He did one hell of a job, by the way, I am thoroughly impressed with his cooking. That's husband material if I've ever seen it.'<</lester>> He says jokingly to Mia, who blushes in response, this time looking in your direction. As he talks, Lester takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now you're even again. His movements are swift and precise: you surmise he is either someone who plays a lot or even a professional player. You turn to Mia. <<you>>'His muffins were excellent. Making him cook more often is definitely a choice to consider for the future.'<</you>> You say jokingly. <<mia>>'Yes, I can just make him cook for me. Easy peasy, no need for marriage!'<</mia>> She replies playing off of Lester's comment. He chuckles. <<lester>>'By the way, $name, how is your training going? Has Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson already given you the speech about authority?'<</lester>> <<if $afternoonoff is 0 or $firstpartyjamersonscene is 1>> You blush heavily at his unexpected question. How much does he know? <<you>>'Ehm... Yes, he did. Though he won't be training me, Ab-, Ms Winters will.'<</you>><<else>> You give him a questioning look. <<you>>'Ehm, no, he has not. Also, he's not going to oversee my training, Ms Winters will.'<</you>><</if>> Lester gives you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Huh.'<</lester>> Mia is the one to step in. <<mia>>'What do you mean?'<</mia>> Lester shrugs. <<lester>>'Oh, nothing. It's just that it's quite unusual, he likes to control everything. Maybe it has to do with the new labs?'<</lester>> He asks, still pondering the issue. Mia is about to say something back but relents. You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Mia. Meanwhile, Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. Mia takes her time but misses her shot, handing a free throw to Michael. Seizing this opportunity, you talk to her. <<you>>'Hey, so, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<mia>>'Hm, don't know, really. I know they don't like each other very much. I think Lester would like to be more than just Head Custodian.'<</mia>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning the game is still tied and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Mia debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Mia 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Mia 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<set $firstpartypoolmiss to 1>> You take a deep breath and try to tune everything out, including the buzz of the alcohol. You still feel unsteady though, so you take a break as Mia tries her best to be supportive and gives you pointers. Lester sees that she is kind of clueless and steps in as well with a few suggestions. You steady yourself and hit the ball. It bounces off the cushion but it does spin a little, and that's enough to miss the hole. F- I mean crap. Still, you're not looking for winning, just to make an impression on Lester and Mia, and they both seem satisfied. Mia is giving you that "Heh, don't sweat it" look, and is smiling radiantly. Now it's Lester's turn. <<mia>>'So, Reece is wrapping things up in the kitchen. He'll probably come by to say hi as the evening wraps up. Is that ok?'<</mia>> She asks Lester, probably just to make conversation. <<lester>>'Yes, that should be good. He did one hell of a job, by the way, I am thoroughly impressed with his cooking. That's husband material if I've ever seen it.'<</lester>> He says jokingly to Mia, who blushes in response, this time looking in your direction. As he talks he takes his time and pockets the first ball, then quickly takes advantage of a lucky position and pockets a second one. Now his team is winning by one. You turn to Mia. <<you>>'His muffins were excellent. Making him cook more often is definitely a choice to consider for the future.'<</you>> You say jokingly. <<mia>>'Yes, I can just make him cook for me. Easy peasy, no need for marriage!'<</mia>> She replies playing off of Lester's comment. He chuckles. <<lester>>'By the way, $name, how is your training going? Has Our Esteemed Doctor Jamerson already given you the speech about authority?'<</lester>> <<if $afternoonoff is 0 or $firstpartyjamersonscene is 1>> You blush heavily at his unexpected question. How much does he know? <<you>>'Ehm... Yes, he did. Though he won't be training me, Ab-, Ms Winters will.'<</you>><<else>> You give him a questioning look. <<you>>'Ehm, no, he has not. Also, he's not going to oversee my training, Ms Winters will.'<</you>><</if>> Lester gives you a surprised look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterinterested.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'Huh.'<</lester>> Mia is the one to step in. <<mia>>'What do you mean?'<</mia>> Lester shrugs. <<lester>>'Oh, nothing. It's just that it's quite unusual, he likes to control everything. Maybe it has to do with the new labs?'<</lester>> He asks, still pondering the issue. Mia is about to say something back but relents. You cannot help but catch the heavy sarcasm directed at Jamerson. Maybe there is a feud between them? Oooh, I smell drama, you think as you move closer to Mia. Meanwhile, Lester is going for a third one but the ball hits the cushion near the hole, bouncing off of it and missing the hole. He shrugs. Mia takes her time but misses her shot, handing a free throw to Michael. Seizing this opportunity, you talk to her. <<you>>'Hey, so, is there some sort of rivalry going on between Lester and Jamerson?'<</you>> You whisper to her. <<mia>>'Hm, don't know, really. I know they don't like each other very much. I think Lester would like to be more than just Head Custodian.'<</mia>> <<you>>'I see, thank you.'<</you>> You say with a smile. Michael does not miss but does not pocket any balls either, meaning they are still ahead by one and it's up to you to play. Unfortunately there are no easy shots like last time. You and Mia debate the possible shots for a moment. The only one that comes to mind is an easy shot to make Lester's life a bit more difficult. Given how sure he seems to be when he plays, it's probably a good idea. <<lester>>'You could try a cushion shot from there.'<</lester>> Lester says, pointing it out to you. It's definitely a difficult one, especially because you would need a bit of effect from the cue ball. But, it's not impossible, and would put you ahead. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the easy shot|Firstparty Pool Mia 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go for the cushion shot|Firstparty Pool Mia 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>></div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You find Marcus near the buffet. <<you>>'Hey, I was wondering, I just noticed there is a bit of a mess in the kitchen. And I promised Mia I would help out. Would you mind helping me? It should not take too much time and then we could hang out.'<</you>> You ask, producing one of your best smiles. Marcus smiles back and seems ready to accept but then stops. <<marcus>>'Ach... Well, I'd love to, and I'm glad you asked, but I am running interference so that Lester can enjoy his time playing. It's better if I keep at it and you pick someone else. So, very sorry. Next time?'<</marcus>> He says, with a humble, apologetic look. <<you>>'Hey, it's fine, I'll ask someone else. And for the record, it's sweet that you're actively covering for him. See you later!'<</you>> You say bidding him farewell as you rethinkg your choice.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Kitchen]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegeauditorium.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $firstpartykitchenzoey to 1>><<set $firstparty to $firstparty+1>><<set $firstpartykitchendreamers to 1>> You approach Zoey, who sees you and comes to you. <<zoey>>'Hey, everything good?'<</zoey>> She asks. <<you>>'Yes, everything is great. I just noticed that the kitchen is kind of swamped at the moment, and Mia earlier asked me for help, with a promise to hang out later. Would... would you like to come? With the two of us, we'll get it done in a jiffy!'<</you>> Zoey looks puzzled. <<zoey>>'Ehm, I never heard that expression. What does it mean?'<</zoey>> She asks. <<you>>'Oh, sorry, it means we'll do it quickly. It's... probably British slang.'<</you>> She nods. <<zoey>>'Ah, that explains it. Tell me something, and I'm just curious. Wouldn't you rather just enjoy the party? I mean, it's great that you want to help, but still it's your first week, no one will judge you if you decide to take it easy this evening.'<</zoey>> She says while pulling you over to the side, so you can talk without the noise. You take a moment to think about it: it's a good question. Why are you doing this? <<you>>'W-well, she asked me to pop in and... I thought I'll do a nice thing for her. Plus, I... like helping people.'<</you>> She listens to you intently. <<zoey>>'That's sweet, and... for the record I approve. But you should not stress too much, especially because you have been sick a few days ago and are still adjusting to being here. Just... find a balance an don't try too many new things at once, alright?'<</zoey>> She sounds genuinely concerns. You ponder your words before replying.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take a moment and talk to her|Firstparty Kitchen Zoey 1a]]>><<set $zoeypartypoint to $zoeypartypoint+1>><<set $partymcopenuptozoey to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thank her but don't go into detail|Firstparty Kitchen Zoey 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You find Nicki near a table full of glasses, some of them probably emptied by her. You are about to approach her, when you realize she is tense, nervous and probably in a foul mood. It's very unlikely she will accept let alone consider helping out in the kitchen, and you should approach her separately if you want to talk to her or discover the source of her malcontent. You are probably better off asking someone else.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Kitchen]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/graceblack2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You find Grace in her usual spot. <<you>>'H-hello, Grace. I noticed there is a bit of a mess in the kitchen, and since Mia... Mia White I mean... asked me to hang out with her I wanted to clean up a bit. Would you like to help? It should be done quickly and we can hang out together afterwards.'<</you>> You say, trying not to sound intimidated by her. She gives you a questioning look. <<sophie>>'Thank you for the offer, but I don't want to meddle with Lester. See, it's his party and he likes to keep me away from his things. We are not enemies, but I'm not sure he will appreciate me helping out in the kitchen. He should not have any problems with you or Mia, however, and I'm sure you can find people willing to help.'<</sophie>> She says in an apologetic tone. <<you>>'I see. Who do you think would be best to ask?'<</you>> You reply, unphased. <<sophie>>'Well, Miss Rose should be fine, as should Lester's buddies Marcus and Louis. You could also try Lester himself, if you could drag him away from the pool table.'<</sophie>> She replies casually. <<you>>'Thank you, I'll ask them!'<</you>> She nods as you leave and reconsider your choice.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Kitchen]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You look for Oli and find him in a group of people, probably guys from Distribution. As you approach there is a big laughter and Oli makes a toast and a bit of a bow. You are about to try and get his attention, but he seems to be having a good time and you feel you'll get in the way of that. Taking a step back, you decide it's better if you ask someone else.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Kitchen]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Louis.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiecalifornia is 2>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Been to California.'<</you>> Louis and Reece drink. <<louis>>'This one's easy, I have relatives in LA, visited several times.'<</louis>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Mine's a bit more complicated. Played a few games there with the college team and before that... went there with my family... as tourists. Never been there?'<</reece>> He says, turning to Mia. <<mia>>'Nope, grew up in Mississippi and very rarely travelled out of state. Our turist trips were to the Mississippi Aquarium in Gulfport and Vicksburg National Park. I only started travelling with Jamerson, maybe someday he'll take me there.'<</mia>> She seems a bit bummed out at the start but by the end she looks better. <<elseif $partynhiemuffins is 2>>Reece and Mia both drink. <<reece>>'That was a pretty safe bet. I thought Britons were really good at baking muffins.'<</reece>> He says to you. <<you>>'Oh, we are, just not me. I lived with my best friend in London, and his girlfriend, while not a good cook in general, was insane good at baking muffins, so she always did it.'<</you>> Mia chimes in. <<mia>>'Ah, that explains it then. I learned how to make them in primary school and I often helped the local parish growing up.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiegirlfriend is 2>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had a girlfriend.'<</you>> There is a moment of stunned silence, then everyone goes for their drink. <<louis>>'Damn, $name, that's... a bit sad.'<</louis>> He says, touching your shoulder. You blush. <<you>>'Well, it just... never happened, I guess. I have some sexual experience...'<span> Especially recently, you think but keep to yourself. </span>'But never had a... proper relationship, you know?'<</you>> Reece chimes in. <<reece>>'Hey, man, you do you, those ladies don't know what they're missing!'<</reece>> You smile at their words of encouragement. Meanwhile, you notice that Mia is keeping quiet but is positively enraptured by the conversation, not missing a single beat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miainterested.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<louis>>'Well, I for my part had three. None lasted for very long but still, I went on dates and tried to build a relationship.'<</louis>> He says, again with a tinge of sadness, you get the sense that none of his attempts worked. <<reece>>'Two for my part, in high school. The first one was... really nice for a while but... we drifted apart. The second one, well, she cheated on me, twice, so I don't want to...'<</reece>> He trails off as Mia interjects. <<mia>>'Call her names? Don't worry, I'll do it, she was a colossal bitch!'<</mia>> Everyone laughs. Then Reece turns to her. <<reece>>'Thank you, Mia, for your subtle nuance! But now I want to hear your story, I never quite expected you to drink.'<</reece>> Mia lowers her eyes and blushes. <<mia>>'Yeah, it... was in college, my first and only year at Mississippi State University, in Starkville. She was... very bold... and asked me out. I said yes, I was just curious, and I liked it, and agreed to go out again... But then it never happened. Still, I think it counts.'<</mia>> You hear genuine regret in her voice, and right at the end she briefly looks up at you, for some reason. <<louis>>'Damn, $name, that was quite the depressing result. But we're sharing and we're playing, so all good. Let's toast to having better luck in the future!'<</louis>> You all laugh and raise your cups. <<elseif $partynhielivedalone is 1>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Lived alone.'<</you>> You cannot hide a smirk of satisfaction as all three of them drink. <<reece>>'Been living alone in the past year. Can't believe you never did that.'<</reece>> <<you>>'Never did. I lived with my family, then with my best friend, then his girlfriend joined us. I guess I've lived alone since I came here, so... five days. Does it count?'<</you>> You ask, suddenly uncertain about your home run. <<mia>>'Nah, I don't think it counts. I mean, five days it's like... a vacation or something.'<</mia>> Louis weighs in. <<louis>>'Yeah, I agree. Personally, I lived alone for the past two years. I had roommates before, but driving people around means an irregular schedule, so...'<</louis>> He shrugs. <<mia>>'That's unfortunate. I lived alone ever since I came to Noir, over a year and a half ago at this point.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiewalkofshame is 1>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had to take a walk of shame.'<</you>> <<mia>>'Ooh, this is a juicy one!'<</mia>> Mia immediately exclaims as Louis reaches for his drink. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Miagiddy.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She thinks about it for a moment, then goes for it. <<reece>>'Ah, we are the virtuous ones!'<</reece>> He winks at you. Louis punches him playfully on the shoulder. <<louis>>'Yeah, right, virtuous my ass, I know what you are usually up to, Marcus told me what he had to clean up!'<</louis>> You all laugh. <<reece>>'Still, never did a walk of shame.'<</reece>> Mia pouts. <<mia>>'Lucky you. I had to go to work immediately the day after because I overslept and everyone saw. I mean EVERYONE. What about you, Louis?'<</mia>> Louis laughs at her story. <<louis>>'Oh, it was at prom, back in Quebec. I went back with my date and... She invited me in and I spent the night, since we were both 18. Of course I HAD to meet the school hockey team on the way home, so everyone knew immediately.'<</louis>> Reece high-fives him. <<reece>>'That's actually impressive, man, I wish I'd scored on prom night!'<</reece>><</if>> There is a quiet moment, then Reece stands up. <<reece>>'Help me with the muffins, then we can continue.'<</reece>> You take this opportunity to make a few trips to replenish the buffet and the beverages in the main hall. After about ten minutes, you are all set: a tray has been sent to the hall, the other awaits you, teasing your nostrils with its delicious smell. You each take one and dig in: it's very good, soft, with ample filling and with just the right amount of crust. <<louis>>'Fh-Fhese are exfellent!'<</louis>> Says Louis, his mouth still full. <<you>>'Absolutely delicious!'<</you>> You say, echoing his words. <<reece>>'Thank you, it took me a while to nail the recipe but I think I did this time.'<</reece>> Mia has already gulped down her muffin, so she goes for another one. <<mia>>'So, my turn again. Hmm... Let me think...'<</mia>> Given how she has played so far, she'll probably go for something sexual. I haven't done much, though, so I should be safe, you think as you dig into your muffin. <<mia>>'Never have I ever... gone down on a woman.'<</mia>> <<if $abinoreward is 1>> Yup, safe as expected, you think as Louis and Reece reach for their drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<louis>>'Nice! Did it many times as well, it's a good warmup.'<</louis>> Hm, good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, never happened...'<</you>> Mia turns to you. <<mia>>'Ooh, that hesitation! Did you get a chance recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze, blushing. Thankfully, Reece comes to your rescue. <<else>>Crap, I have done that, you think as all three of you reach for your drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<louis>>'Nice! Did it many times as well, it's a good warmup.'<</louis>> Hm, good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, did it once...'<</you>> Mia gives you an inquisitive look, then says. <<mia>>'Oh, you're blushing, does it mean it happened recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze as your face has created a never-seen-before, even more intense palate of red.<</if>> <<reece>>'Come on Mia, don't embarrass $name, we're just having fun.'<</reece>> Mia gives him a doe-eyed look that clearly means "But I want my juicy details!". <<reece>>'So, it's my turn again.'<</reece>> He says ignoring her. <<reece>>'Hm, how about we switch it up? Let's do riddles instead.'<</reece>> He says, taking a sip. Louis looks intrigued, while Mia looks... disappointed? Seeing her face, Louis says. <<louis>>'I'm game. Let's say on one's turn you can do a riddle or keep doing the never have I ever thing. How do we determine who drinks?'<</louis>> He asks, and you see Mia smiling radiantly. <<mia>>'Yes! Err... We could write our answer down on our phones, then show it all at once?'<</mia>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Fine by me. Ok, let's start: He who builds it does not want it, He who buys it does not need it, He who uses it doesn't know he's using it.'<</reece>> You take a moment to think about your answer.</div> <<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Delvarma College in the 1980s|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[The sea|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A sushi platter|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A mountain|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Time|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A tomb|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><<set $partynhietomb to 1>><<set $louisfriend to $louisfriend+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A marble bust of Alexander the Great|Firstparty Kitchen Louis 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div> You decide to be straight with her, after all you have nothing to hide. <<you>>'<<if $maleattraction gte 6>>That... is a good question. Just a few days ago I would have said no. I like g... women, don't get me wrong, but now...<<else>>I... I never had a chance to... really deal with that...<</if>> I don't know, I guess I'm just confused.'<</you>> Mia lowers her gaze and stays quiet for a moment. <<mia>>'It's... I think it's okay to be... uncertain.' <span> She turns to you with a bright smile.</span> 'And I'm happy for you, you get to explore something new. And I'll help you, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your nervousness. What she is saying makes sense, but you would also like to try things at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Decreased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'I... I don't think so. I chose to go with him because... He's cool... He seemed a safe choice, and he would know how to help you in the kitchen.'<</you>> Mia smiles. <<mia>>'Aww, you were thinking about me the whole time, that is soooo sweet.'<</mia>> She teases you, but then gets a bit more serious. <<mia>>'It's... it's okay to be uncertain though. An maybe you'll get to explore something new. And I'll be right there to help, oh, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your apprehension at her intense enthusiasm. Still, it makes sense to try new things, as long as you do it at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You hug her tightly and slowly and carefully begin to move your hand downward. She does not seem to be reacting, and the smell of her hair is driving you crazy. You feel a movement from her and immediately stop. But she snuggles even closer, to the point that you feel her boobs press against your torso. You are about to keep moving downward when you feel her hand grabbing your butt and giving it a solid squeeze. <<mia>>'Sorry, I couldn't resist.'<</mia>> She chuckles softly. <<mia>>'It's so juicy. Go ahead, you can feel mine.'<</mia>> You don't need further encouragement and, a bit more tentatively than her, reach down and touch her ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miaassgroping.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You both stay quiet for a while, exploring each other's curves: you find this arousing but also sweet, like you're sharing some kind of forbidden, ass-groping related secret. You notice her breathing starts to becoming labored, she is probably feeling the arousal as well. Then she breaks the hug: her cheeks are clearly flushed as she stands. <<mia>>'Ehm... So, this was... really, really nice... but we probably should go back to the party, don't you think?'<</mia>> You smile and nod. <<you>>'Agreed, let's... go back.'<</you>> The ending is a bit abrupt but she does not seem angry or disappointed as you go back. You stop by the toilet to freshen up a bit and then go back to the main hall.</div> <<if $firstpartypoolmariastella is 1 and $firstpartykitchenmariastella is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Back to the party|Firstparty MS scene]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Back to the party|Firstparty]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiefrenchmaid is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw a guy and a maid having sex at my condo in the afternoon. I was not feeling well, and went home earlier. There is a hot tub at my place, and I wanted to try it out. And they were on a lower balcony... going at it.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! Was it hot?'<</mia>> She asks. <<you>>'Y-yeah.'<</you>> You say, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I think you saw Aléx, she's a maid and she's... free spirited, let's put it that way.'<</reece>> He grins as he describes her, it's clear he had personal experience with her. <<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>>Given what you just saw with Jamerson, you get what he means.<</if>> <<elseif $partynhiejamnicki is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched... Dr Jamerson and Nicki Martinez. In his office.'<</you>> Mia leans forward, you can clearly see a spark of anger in her eyes. <<mia>>'Oh. Did... Did he make you watch?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I didn't know about him and Martinez, but it makes sense.'<</reece>> Says Reece, coming to your rescue. <<elseif $partynhiefirstpeek is 1>><<you>>'Well, I peeped on my best friend... and his girlfriend back in London. I heard some noises, wanted to make sure they were okay, and...could not look away.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ohh, this is sooo juicy! Did they notice?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I, for one, can understand that impulse, even though it's wrong.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhiesophietroy is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched my best friend's girlfriend have sex... with another guy.'<</you>> You say sheepishly. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! But... Why where you there in the first place?'<</mia>> She asks, clinging to your words. <<you>>'The three of us were living together. We have been for three years. This was after I got the offer to come here. I had to move all my stuff out and hired some movers. She had sex with one of them, a guy called Troy, who was actually pretty sweet.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'Well, she was certainly sweet on him, if you know what I mean!'<</reece>> All of you immediately turn to him and glare disapprovingly for the awful pun. He lowers his head in shame, though he is still chuckling to himself. <<mia>>'But, I mean, was Troy hot?'<</mia>> The question catches you offguard, and you don't know how to reply. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. For the record, I think you were right to check, looking after your best friend should come first.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhieplane is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw someone have sex on the plane on my way here. From my seat I could see a young woman... giving oral sex to a guy. I could see her face, the guy was turned. And she... saw me, looked at me... then the guy turned and shot me a glance. I pretended not to look but I don't know if he saw me or not.'<</you>> Mia leans in, intrigued. <<mia>>'What did this hot mystery guy look like?'<</mia>> <<you>>'I... I'm not sure, I only got a glance of him and he was in the shadow... He was white, middle-aged, with piercing blue eyes.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'That's a weird encounter! I honestly never thought the Mile High Club was a real thing.'<</reece>> He says, still puzzled by your story.<</if>> There is a pause as Mia's phone chimes again and you and Zoey make a couple of trips to replenish the pizza and other snacks from the buffet in the main hall. You come back and sit down to continue the game, as the muffins are almost ready. <<reece>>'So, my turn again. Let's do something tamer after that last one. Let me think...'<</reece>> Mia shoots him a disappointed look. <<mia>>'Sure... killjoy.'<</mia>> She grumbles. Reece ignores her. <<reece>>'Never have I ever... Read Moby Dick.'<</reece>> You instinctively reach out and take a sip, then you are a bit surprised to be the only one. <<you>>'Really?! Just me?'<</you>> Everyone laughs at your reaction. <<you>>'But yes, in high-school. We had mandatory readings and, while everybody was just reading a summary, I actually read the whole book. It's not terribly long and quite fun.'<</you>> You say, almost defending your position. <<zoey>>'I think everyone just read the summary and maybe a few excerpts.'<</zoey>> Reece echoes her. <<reece>>'Probably. That is what I did anyway!'<</reece>> <<mia>>'Stop it guys. $name, for the record, you are right and we are the lazy ones. I did not read it but probably should have.'<</mia>> They both nod. <<zoey>>'So, it's up to me again, right? Hmm... Let me think... Never have I ever... Been admitted to the hospital.'<</zoey>> The three of you take a sip. <<zoey>>'Yayy! I knew I would get you with this one! And yes, I've been in the hospital but was never admitted in.'<</zoey>> Reece raises his cup in admiration. <<reece>>'That's quite the accomplishment, Zoey. healthy as a horse, as they say. Anyway, broke my leg when I was ten.'<</reece>> Mia, who has been quiet, stirs up. <<mia>>'Ehm... I'll prefer not to say, if it's all the same to you.'<</mia>> Zoey immediately puts a hand on her shoulder. <<zoey>>'Oh, so sorry. I... Would you like to keep playing? We can do something else...'<</zoey>> Mia smiles, appreciating Zoey's caring attitude. <<mia>>'No, no, it's fine, it's... just a bad memory, that's all. $name, please do your turn.'<</mia>> She says, clearly signalling that the wants to move on. You happily oblige, as you were not looking forward to tell them about your panic attack. 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<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiecalifornia is 2>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Been to California.'<</you>> Zoey and Reece drink. <<zoey>>'I've lived there a few years. I actually graduated from Stanford'<</zoey>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Mine's a bit more complicated. Played a few games there with the college team and before that... went there with my family... as tourists. Never been there?'<</reece>> He says, turning to Mia. <<mia>>'Nope, grew up in Mississippi and very rarely travelled out of state. Our turist trips were to the Mississippi Aquarium in Gulfport and Vicksburg National Park. I only started travelling with Jamerson, maybe someday he'll take me there.'<</mia>> She seems a bit bummed out at the start but by the end she looks better. <<elseif $partynhiemuffins is 2>>Reece and Mia both drink. <<reece>>'That was a pretty safe bet. I thought Britons were really good at baking muffins.'<</reece>> He says to you. <<you>>'Oh, we are, just not me. I lived with my best friend in London, and his girlfriend, while not a good cook in general, was insane good at baking muffins, so she always did it.'<</you>> Mia chimes in. <<mia>>'Ah, that explains it then. I learned how to make them in primary school and I often helped the local parish growing up.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiegirlfriend is 2>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had a girlfriend.'<</you>> There is a moment of stunned silence, then everyone goes for their drink. <<zoey>>'$name, that's... a bit sad.'<</zoey>> She says, touching your shoulder. You blush. <<you>>'Well, it just... never happened, I guess. I have some sexual experience...'<span> Especially recently, you think but keep to yourself. </span>'But never had a... proper relationship, you know?'<</you>> Reece chimes in. <<reece>>'Hey, man, you do you, those ladies don't know what they're missing!'<</reece>> You smile at their words of encouragement. Meanwhile, you notice that Mia is keeping quiet but is positively enraptured by the conversation, not missing a single beat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miainterested.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Well, I went out with a girl while at college. She was... willing to experiment and... we went on three dates, so I think it counts.'<</zoey>> She says, ending cheerfully but you catch a hint of sadness in her words, it probably did not end well. <<if $zoeypartypoint gte 1>> She also shoots you a glance right at the end.<</if>> <<reece>>'Two for my part, in high school. The first one was... really nice for a while but... we drifted apart. The second one, well, she cheated on me, twice, so I don't want to...'<</reece>> He trails off as Mia interjects. <<mia>>'Call her names? Don't worry, I'll do it, she was a colossal bitch!'<</mia>> Everyone laughs. Then Reece turns to her. <<reece>>'Thank you, Mia, for your subtle nuance! But now I want to hear your story, I never quite expected you to drink.'<</reece>> Mia lowers her eyes and blushes. <<mia>>'Yeah, it... was in college, my first and only year at Mississippi State University, in Starkville. She was... very bold... and asked me out. I said yes, I was just curious, and I liked it, and agreed to go out again... But then it never happened. Still, I think it counts.'<</mia>> You hear genuine regret in her voice, and right at the end she briefly looks up at you, for some reason. <<zoey>>'Well, that was... kind of depressing, honestly! But hey, we're having fun, so to having better luck in the future!'<</zoey>>You all laugh and raise your cups. <<elseif $partynhielivedalone is 1>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Lived alone.'<</you>> You cannot hide a smirk of satisfaction as all three of them drink. <<reece>>'Been living alone in the past year. Can't believe you never did that.'<</reece>> <<you>>'Never did. I lived with my family, then with my best friend, then his girlfriend joined us. I guess I've lived alone since I came here, so... five days. Does it count?'<</you>> You ask, suddenly uncertain about your home run. <<mia>>'Nah, I don't think it counts. I mean, five days it's like... a vacation or something.'<</mia>> Zoey weighs in. <<zoey>>'Yeah, I agree. Personally, I lived alone in my last year at Stanford and when I came here. I had roommates before, but I wanted to focus on finishing my PhD.'<</zoey>> She explains. <<mia>>'That's unfortunate. I lived alone ever since I came to Noir, over a year and a half ago at this point.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiewalkofshame is 1>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had to take a walk of shame.'<</you>> <<mia>>'Ooh, this is a juicy one!'<</mia>> Mia immediately exclaims. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Miagiddy.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She thinks about it for a moment, then goes for it. <<reece>>'Ah, we are the virtuous ones!'<</reece>> He winks at you and Zoey. She punches him playfully on the shoulder. <<zoey>>'Sure, keep telling yourself that, I know what you basketball guys are usually up to!'<</zoey>> You all laugh. <<reece>>'Still, never did a walk of shame.'<</reece>> Mia pouts. <<mia>>'Lucky you. I had to go to work immediately the day after because I overslept and everyone saw. I mean EVERYONE.'<</mia>> Zoey laughs at her story.<</if>> There is a quiet moment, then Reece stands up. <<reece>>'Help me with the muffins, then we can continue.'<</reece>> You take this opportunity to make a few trips to replenish the buffet and the beverages. After about ten minutes, you are all set: a tray has been sent to the hall, the other awaits you, teasing your nostrils with its delicious smell. You each take one and dig in: it's very good, soft, with ample filling and with just the right amount of crust. <<zoey>>'Fh-Fhese are hyummfy!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey, her mouth still full. <<you>>'Absolutely delicious!'<</you>> You say, echoing her words. <<reece>>'Thank you, it took me a while to nail the recipe but I think I did this time.'<</reece>> Mia has already gulped down her muffin, so she goes for another one. <<mia>>'So, my turn again. Hmm... Let me think...'<</mia>> Given how she has played so far, she'll probably go for something sexual. I haven't done much, though, so I should be safe, you think as you dig into your muffin. <<mia>>'Never have I ever... gone down on a woman.'<</mia>> <<if $abinoreward is 1>> Yup, safe as expected, you think as Zoey and Reece reach for their drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<zoey>>'Well, I did it once. It was... interesting, but in the end did not work out.'<</zoey>> Hm, a bit light on the details but still good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, never happened...'<</you>> Mia turns to you. <<mia>>'Ooh, that hesitation! Did you get a chance recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze, blushing. Thankfully, Reece comes to your rescue. <<else>>Crap, I have done that, you think as all three of you reach for your drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<zoey>>'Well, I did it once. It was... interesting, but in the end did not work out.'<</zoey>> Hm, a bit light on the details but still good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, did it once...'<</you>> Mia gives you an inquisitive look, then says. <<mia>>'Oh, you're blushing, does it mean it happened recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze as your face probably creates a new, even more intense palate of red.<</if>> <<reece>>'Come on Mia, don't embarrass $name, we're just having fun.'<</reece>> Mia gives him a doe-eyed look that clearly means "But I want my juicy details!". <<reece>>'So, it's my turn again.'<</reece>> He says ignoring her. <<reece>>'Hm, how about we switch it up? Let's do riddles instead.'<</reece>> He says, taking a sip. Zoey perks up, while Mia looks... disappointed? Seeing her face, Zoey says. <<zoey>>'I'm game. Let's say on one's turn you can do a riddle or keep doing the never have I ever thing. How do we determine who drinks?'<</zoey>> She asks, and you see Mia smiling radiantly. <<mia>>'Yes! Err... We could write our answer down on our phones, then show it all at once?'<</mia>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Sounds great. 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<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div> You decide to be straight with her, after all you have nothing to hide. <<you>>'<<if $maleattraction gte 6>>That... is a good question. Just a few days ago I would have said yes. I like g... women, don't get me wrong, but now...<<else>>I... I never had a chance to... really deal with anything...<</if>> I don't know, I guess I'm just confused.'<</you>> Mia lowers her gaze and stays quiet for a moment. <<mia>>'It's... I think it's okay to be... uncertain.' <span> She turns to you with a bright smile.</span> 'And I'm happy for you, here you get to explore something new. And I'll help you, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your nervousness. What she is saying makes sense, but you would also like to try things at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Decreased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'I... I think so. She has supported me the whole time and... she would know how to help you in the kitchen.'<</you>> Mia smiles. <<mia>>'Aww, you were thinking about me the whole time, that is soooo sweet.'<</mia>> She teases you, but then gets a bit more serious. <<mia>>'She is cool though, and I'm fine with you and her. It's... it's okay to be uncertain though. An maybe you'll get to explore something new here. And I'll be right there to help, oh, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your apprehension at her intense enthusiasm. Still, it makes sense to try new things, as long as you do it at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiefrenchmaid is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw a guy and a maid having sex at my condo in the afternoon. I was not feeling well, and went home earlier. There is a hot tub at my place, and I wanted to try it out. And they were on a lower balcony... going at it.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! Was it hot?'<</mia>> She asks. <<you>>'Y-yeah.'<</you>> You say, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I think you saw Aléx, she's a maid and she's... free spirited, let's put it that way.'<</reece>> He grins as he describes her, it's clear he had personal experience with her. <<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>>Given what you just saw with Jamerson, you get what he means.<</if>> <<elseif $partynhiejamnicki is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched... Dr Jamerson and Nicki Martinez. In his office.'<</you>> Mia leans forward, you can clearly see a spark of anger in her eyes. You also see a similar reaction from Mariastella, though you see less anger and more shock. <<mia>>'Oh. Did... Did he make you watch?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I didn't know about him and Martinez, but it makes sense.'<</reece>> Says Reece, coming to your rescue. Mariastella nods but keeps her head down, seemingly conficted. <<elseif $partynhiefirstpeek is 1>><<you>>'Well, I peeped on my best friend... and his girlfriend back in London. I heard some noises, wanted to make sure they were okay, and...could not look away.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ohh, this is sooo juicy! Did they notice?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I, for one, can understand that impulse, even though it's wrong.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhiesophietroy is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched my best friend's girlfriend have sex... with another guy.'<</you>> You say sheepishly. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! But... Why where you there in the first place?'<</mia>> She asks, clinging to your words. <<you>>'The three of us were living together. We have been for three years. This was after I got the offer to come here. I had to move all my stuff out and hired some movers. She had sex with one of them, a guy called Troy, who was actually pretty sweet.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'Well, she was certainly sweet on him, if you know what I mean!'<</reece>> All of you immediately turn to him and glare disapprovingly for the awful pun. He lowers his head in shame, though he is still chuckling to himself. <<mia>>'But, I mean, was Troy hot?'<</mia>> The question catches you offguard, and you don't know how to reply. <<reece>>''Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. For the record, I think you were right to check, looking after your best friend should come first.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhieplane is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw someone have sex on the plane on my way here. From my seat I could see a young woman... giving oral sex to a guy. I could see her face, the guy was turned. And she... saw me, looked at me... then the guy turned and shot me a glance. I pretended not to look but I don't know if he saw me or not.'<</you>> Mia leans in, intrigued. <<mia>>'What did this hot mystery guy look like?'<</mia>> <<you>>'I... I'm not sure, I only got a glance of him and he was in the shadow... He was white, middle-aged, with piercing blue eyes.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'That's a weird encounter! I honestly never thought the Mile High Club was a real thing.'<</reece>> He says, still puzzled by your story.<</if>> There is a pause as Mia's phone chimes again and you and Mariastella make a couple of trips to replenish the pizza and other snacks from the buffet. You come back and sit down to continue the game, as the muffins are almost ready. <<reece>>'So, my turn again. Let's do something tamer after that last one. Let me think...'<</reece>> Mia shoots him a disappointed look. <<mia>>'Sure... killjoy.'<</mia>> She grumbles. Reece ignores her. <<reece>>'Never have I ever... Read Moby Dick.'<</reece>> You instinctively reach out and take a sip, then you are a bit surprised to be the only one. <<you>>'Really?! Just me?'<</you>> Everyone laughs at your reaction, then Mariastella steps in. <<melissa>>'Question. I read an Italian translation, a good one but still, not the original as written. Does it count?'<</melissa>> Reece makes a puzzled face. <<reece>>'Hmm... Is it still called Moby Dick?'<</reece>> She nods. <<reece>>'Then I'd say yes.'<</reece>> He says as Mariastella drinks. <<you>>'I read it in high-school. We had mandatory readings and, while everybody was just reading a summary, I actually read the whole book. It's not terribly long and quite fun.'<</you>> You say, almost defending your position. <<melissa>>'Same, it was... vacation? No, summer! Summer reading for me. I think everyone just reads the summary or the wikipedia page and then a few excerpts.'<</melissa>> Reece echoes her. <<reece>>'Yes, that is exactly what I did and that's the way to go!'<</reece>> <<mia>>'No, it's not. $name and Mariastella, for the record, you are right and we are the lazy ones. I did not read it but probably should have.'<</mia>> Reece nods begrudgingly. <<melissa>>'So, it is my turn, no? Hmm... Let me think... Never have I ever... Had surgery at the hospital.'<</melissa>> The three of you take a sip. <<melissa>>'Ha! I knew this be a good one! And yes, I went to hospital for exams but never had surgery.'<</melissa>> Reece raises his cup in admiration. <<reece>>'That's quite impressive ma'am, healthy as a horse, as they say. Anyway, broke my leg when I was ten, and they had to set the broken bone back, so had surgery.'<</reece>> Mia, who has been quiet, stirs up. <<mia>>'Ehm... I'll prefer not to say, if it's all the same to you.'<</mia>> Mariastella immediately replies. <<melissa>>'Oh, I am so so sorry. I... Would you like to keep playing? We can do something else...'<</melissa>> She smiles, appreciating Mariastella's words. <<mia>>'No, no, it's fine, it's... just a bad memory, that's all. $name, please do your turn.'<</mia>> She says, clearly signalling that the wants to move on. You happily oblige, not wanting to make this even more awkward. Never have I ever...</div> <<if $partynhiecalifornia isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Been to California|Firstparty Kitchen MS 3]]>><<set $partynhiecalifornia to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Lived Alone|Firstparty Kitchen MS 3]]>><<set $partynhielivedalone to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partynhiemuffins isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Cooked muffins|Firstparty Kitchen MS 3]]>><<set $partynhiemuffins to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Had to take a walk of shame|Firstparty Kitchen MS 3]]>><<set $partynhiewalkofshame to 1>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partynhiegirlfriend isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Had a girlfriend|Firstparty Kitchen MS 3]]>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><<set $partynhiegirlfriend to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Mariastellapartydress.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiecalifornia is 2>> Mariastella and Reece drink. <<melissa>>'Went to Berkeley for a lecture and visited San Francisco as a tourist.'<</melissa>> Reece nods, clearly impressed. <<reece>>'Mine's a bit more complicated. Played a few games there with the college team and before that... went there with my family... as tourists as well. Never been there?'<</reece>> He says, turning to Mia. <<mia>>'Nope, grew up in Mississippi and very rarely travelled out of state. Our turist trips were to the Mississippi Aquarium in Gulfport and Vicksburg National Park. I only started travelling with Jamerson, maybe someday he'll take me there.'<</mia>> She seems a bit bummed out at the start but by the end she looks better. <<elseif $partynhiemuffins is 2>>Reece and Mia both drink. <<reece>>'That was a pretty safe bet. I thought Britons were really good at baking muffins.'<</reece>> He says to you. <<you>>'Oh, we are, just not me. I lived with my best friend in London, and his girlfriend, while not a good cook in general, was insane good at baking muffins, so she always did it.'<</you>> Mia chimes in. <<mia>>'Ah, that explains it then. I learned how to make them in primary school and I often helped the local parish growing up.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiegirlfriend is 2>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had a girlfriend.'<</you>> There is a moment of stunned silence, then everyone goes for their drink. <<melissa>>'Aww, $name, that's... so sad.'<</melissa>> She says, touching your shoulder. You blush. <<you>>'Well, it just... never happened, I guess. I have some sexual experience...'<span> Especially recently, you think but keep to yourself. </span>'But never had a... proper relationship, you know?'<</you>> Reece chimes in. <<reece>>'Hey, man, you do you, those ladies don't know what they're missing!'<</reece>> You smile at their words of encouragement. Meanwhile, you notice that Mia is keeping quiet but is positively enraptured by the conversation, not missing a single beat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miainterested.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<melissa>>'I was in a... three...Ah, come si dice... In a relationship with two other people, a man and a woman. Lasted a month, but we were official for a while.'<</melissa>> <<reece>>'Two for my part, in high school. The first one was... really nice for a while but... we drifted apart. The second one, well, she cheated on me, twice, so I don't want to...'<</reece>> He trails off as Mia interjects. <<mia>>'Call her names? Don't worry, I'll do it, she was a colossal bitch!'<</mia>> Everyone laughs. Then Reece turns to her. <<reece>>'Thank you, Mia, for your subtle nuance! But now I want to hear your story, I never quite expected you to drink.'<</reece>> Mia lowers her eyes and blushes. <<mia>>'Yeah, it... was in college, my first and only year at Mississippi State University, in Starkville. She was... very bold... and asked me out. I said yes, I was just curious, and I liked it, and agreed to go out again... But then it never happened. Still, I think it counts.'<</mia>> You hear genuine regret in her voice, and right at the end she briefly looks up at you, for some reason. <<melissa>>'Well, that was... not very happy! Cheers to have fun and to have better luck in the future!'<</melissa>>You all laugh and raise your cups, though it strikes you that even Mariastella seemed a bit down, despite being married. <<elseif $partynhielivedalone is 1>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Lived alone.'<</you>> You cannot hide a smirk of satisfaction as all three of them drink. <<reece>>'Been living alone in the past year. Can't believe you never did that.'<</reece>> <<you>>'Never did. I lived with my family, then with my best friend, then his girlfriend joined us. I guess I've lived alone since I came here, so... five days. Does it count?'<</you>> You ask, suddenly uncertain about your home run. <<mia>>'Nah, I don't think it counts. I mean, five days it's like... a vacation or something.'<</mia>> Mariastella weighs in. <<melissa>>' I agree as well. Personally, I lived alone when at university, all three years. I had an apartment in Rome, thanks to a family friend who did me a courtesy.'<</melissa>> She explains. <<mia>>'That... actually sounds awesome! I lived alone ever since I came to Noir, over a year and a half ago at this point.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiewalkofshame is 1>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had to take a walk of shame.'<</you>> <<mia>>'Ooh, this is a juicy one!'<</mia>> Mia immediately exclaims as Mariastella reaches for her drink. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Miagiddy.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She thinks about it for a moment, then goes for it. <<reece>>'Ah, we are the virtuous ones!'<</reece>> He winks at you. Mariastella raises an eyebrow in doubt and you all laugh. <<reece>>'Still, never did a walk of shame.'<</reece>> Mia pouts. <<mia>>'Lucky you. I had to go to work immediately the day after because I overslept and everyone saw. I mean EVERYONE. What about you, Mariastella?'<</mia>> She laughs. <<melissa>>'Oh, it was in my first year at La Sapienza in Rome. I spent the night at my boyfriend's place and went back the following day.'<</melissa>> <</if>> There is a quiet moment, then Reece stands up. <<reece>>'Help me with the muffins, then we can continue.'<</reece>> You take this opportunity to make a few trips to replenish the buffet and the beverages. After about ten minutes, you are all set: a tray has been sent to the hall, the other awaits you, teasing your nostrils with its delicious smell. You each take one and dig in: it's very good, soft, with ample filling and with just the right amount of crust. <<melissa>>'Buoni! Fh-Fhese are exfellent!'<</melissa>> Says Mariastella, her mouth still full. <<you>>'Absolutely delicious!'<</you>> You say, echoing her words. <<reece>>'Thank you, it took me a while to nail the recipee but I think I did this time.'<</reece>> Mia has already gulped down her muffin, so she goes for another one. <<mia>>'So, my turn again. Hmm... Let me think...'<</mia>> Given how she has played so far, she'll probably go for something sexual. I haven't done much, though, so I should be safe, you think as you dig into your muffin. <<mia>>'Never have I ever... gone down on a woman.'<</mia>> <<if $abinoreward is 1>> Yup, safe as expected, you think as Louis and Reece reach for their drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<melissa>>'I was in a relationship with a man and a woman. We did such things together a lot, it's good... preliminaries? Warmup, Good warmup.'<</melissa>> Hm, good to know.<<you>>'Ehm, never happened...'<</you>> Mia turns to you. <<mia>>'Ooh, that hesitation! Did you get a chance recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze, blushing. Thankfully, Reece comes to your rescue. <<else>>Crap, I have done that, you think as all three of you reach for your drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I just thought that was a thing only in porn. <<melissa>>'I was in a relationship with a man and a woman. We did such things together a lot, it's good... preliminaries? Warmup, Good warmup.'<</melissa>> Hm, good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, did it once...'<</you>> Mia gives you an inquisitive look, then says. <<mia>>'Oh, you're blushing, does it mean it happened recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze as your face probably creates a new, even more intense palate of red.<</if>> <<reece>>'Come on Mia, don't embarrass $name, we're just having fun.'<</reece>> Mia gives him a doe-eyed look that clearly means "But I want my juicy details!". <<reece>>'So, it's my turn again.'<</reece>> He says moving on and ignoring her. You shoot him a grateful look. <<reece>>'Hm, how about we switch it up? Let's do riddles instead.'<</reece>> He says, taking a sip. Mariastella looks intrigued, while Mia looks... disappointed? Seeing her face, Mariastella says. <<melissa>>'Very well. Let's say when on your turn you can do riddle or keep doing the never have I ever thing. How do we determine who drinks?'<</melissa>> She asks, and you see Mia smiling radiantly. <<mia>>'Yes! Err... We could write our answer down on our phones, then show it all at once?'<</mia>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Sounds great. 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<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div> You decide to be straight with her, after all you have nothing to hide. <<you>>'<<if $maleattraction gte 6>>That... is a good question. Just a few days ago I would have said yes. I like g... women, don't get me wrong, but now...<<else>>I... I never had a chance to... really deal with anything...<</if>> I don't know, I guess I'm just confused.'<</you>> Mia lowers her gaze and stays quiet for a moment. <<mia>>'It's... I think it's okay to be... uncertain.' <span> She turns to you with a bright smile.</span> 'And I'm happy for you, here you get to explore something new. And I'll help you, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your nervousness. What she is saying makes sense, but you would also like to try things at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Decreased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'I... I think so. She seems really nice and down-to-Earth. I asked her because I... I knew she would have liked to help... Help you in the kitchen, I mean.'<</you>> Mia smiles. <<mia>>'Aww, you were thinking about me the whole time, that is soooo sweet.'<</mia>> She teases you, but then gets a bit more serious. <<mia>>'She is cool though, and I'm fine with you and her. It's... it's okay to be uncertain though. An maybe you'll get to explore something new here. And I'll be right there to help, oh, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your apprehension at her intense enthusiasm. Still, it makes sense to try new things, as long as you do it at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiefrenchmaid is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw a guy and a maid having sex at my condo in the afternoon. I was not feeling well, and went home earlier. There is a hot tub at my place, and I wanted to try it out. And they were on a lower balcony... going at it.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! Was it hot?'<</mia>> She asks. <<you>>'Y-yeah.'<</you>> You say, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I think you saw Aléx, she's a maid and she's... free spirited, let's put it that way.'<</reece>> He grins as he describes her, it's clear he had personal experience with her. Lester keeps quiet but it's pretty clear that he knows what you are talking about. <<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>>And given what you just saw with Jamerson, you get that as well.<</if>> <<elseif $partynhiejamnicki is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched... Dr Jamerson and Nicki Martinez. In his office.'<</you>><<if $partynhiegirlfriend is 1>>You shoot an understanding look at Lester, since he just mentioned it.<</if>> Mia leans forward, you can clearly see a spark of anger in her eyes. <<mia>>'Oh. Did... Did he make you watch?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I didn't know about him and Martinez, but it makes sense.'<</reece>> Says Reece, coming to your rescue. <<lester>>'That is typical of the Good Doctor, trying to control everything. Don't let him get to you, $name.'<</lester>> He says leaning forward with genuine concern. You nod to him as a thank you. <<elseif $partynhiefirstpeek is 1>><<you>>'Well, I peeped on my best friend... and his girlfriend, back in London. I heard some noises, wanted to make sure they were okay, and...could not look away.'<</you>> Mia is listening intently. <<mia>>'Ohh, this is sooo juicy! Did they notice?'<</mia>> You nod, blushing. <<reece>>'Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. I, for one, can understand that impulse, even though it's wrong.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhiesophietroy is 1>><<you>>'Well, I watched my best friend's girlfriend have sex... with another guy.'<</you>> You say sheepishly. <<mia>>'Ooh, juicy! But... Why where you there in the first place?'<</mia>> She asks, clinging to your words. <<you>>'The three of us were living together. We have been for three years. This was after I got the offer to come here. I had to move all my stuff out and hired some movers. She had sex with one of them, a guy called Troy, who was actually pretty sweet.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'Well, she was certainly sweet on him, if you know what I mean!'<</reece>> All of you immediately turn to him and glare disapprovingly for the awful pun. He lowers his head in shame, though he is still chuckling to himself. <<mia>>'But, I mean, was Troy hot?'<</mia>> The question catches you offguard, and you don't know how to reply. <<reece>>''Come on, Mia, don't embarrass the newbie. For the record, I think you were right to check, looking after your best friend should come first.'<</reece>> <<elseif $partynhieplane is 1>><<you>>'Well, I saw someone have sex on the plane on my way here. From my seat I could see a young woman... giving oral sex to a guy. I could see her face, the guy was turned. And she... saw me, looked at me... then the guy turned and shot me a glance. I pretended not to look but I don't know if he saw me or not.'<</you>> Mia leans in, intrigued. <<mia>>'What did this hot mystery guy look like?'<</mia>> <<you>>'I... I'm not sure, I only got a glance of him and he was in the shadow... He was white, middle-aged, with piercing blue eyes.'<</you>> Reece steps in. <<reece>>'That's a weird encounter! I honestly never thought the Mile High Club was a real thing.'<</reece>> He says, still puzzled by your story. Lester leans in. <<lester>>'Did he get off with you at Delvarma Airport?'<</lester>> He asks, seemingly intrigued. <<you>>'No, I came here on a smaller plane, and was alone... I think he got off the plane when I did... But he was not there at immigration.'<</you>> Lester nods, with the same thoughtful expression. <<lester>>'Thank you, and sorry for asking.'<</lester>><</if>> There is a pause as Mia's phone chimes again and you and Lester make a couple of trips to replenish the pizza and other snacks from the buffet. You come back and sit down to continue the game, as the muffins are almost ready. <<reece>>'So, my turn again. Let's do something tamer after that last one. Let me think...'<</reece>> Mia shoots him a disappointed look. <<mia>>'Sure... killjoy.'<</mia>> She grumbles. Reece ignores her. <<reece>>'Never have I ever... Read Moby Dick.'<</reece>> You instinctively reach out and take a sip, then Lester quickly follows. <<lester>>'Huh. Just me and $name?'<</lester>> Everyone laughs at his flabbergasted reaction. <<you>>'Yes, in high-school. We had mandatory readings and, while everybody was just reading a summary, I actually read the whole book. It's not terribly long and quite fun.'<</you>> You say, almost defending your position. <<lester>>'I think everyone just reads the summary or the wikipedia page and then a few excerpts. I know these two lazy bums did.'<</lester>> Lester says jokingly. Reece echoes him. <<reece>>'Yup, you nailed it!'<</reece>> <<mia>>'Stop it Reece. For the record, you two are right and we are the lazy ones. I did not read it but probably should have.'<</mia>> They both nod. <<lester>>'So, my turn, right? Hmm... Let me think... Never have I ever... Been admitted to the hospital.'<</lester>> The three of you take a sip. <<lester>>'Ha! I knew I would get you with this one! And yes, I've been in the hospital but was never admitted in.'<</lester>> Reece raises his cup in admiration. <<reece>>'That's quite impressive man, healthy as a horse, as they say. Anyway, broke my leg when I was ten.'<</reece>> Mia, who has been quiet, stirs up. <<mia>>'Ehm... I'll prefer not to say, if it's all the same to you.'<</mia>> Lester immediately replies. <<lester>>'Oh, so sorry about that, Mia, I... did not think this one out. Maybe we should do something else...'<</lester>> She smiles, appreciating Lester's words. <<mia>>'No, no, it's fine, it's... just a bad memory, that's all. $name, please do your turn.'<</mia>> She says, clearly signalling that the wants to move on. You happily oblige, as you were not looking forward to tell them about your panic attack. <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4>> You catch a strange look from Lester towards Mia. He could know something specific about her. Now, onto the game.<</if>> Never have I ever...</div> <<if $partynhiecalifornia isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Been to California|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 3]]>><<set $partynhiecalifornia to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Lived Alone|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 3]]>><<set $partynhielivedalone to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partynhiemuffins isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Cooked muffins|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 3]]>><<set $partynhiemuffins to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Had to take a walk of shame|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 3]]>><<set $partynhiewalkofshame to 1>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $partynhiegirlfriend isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Had a girlfriend|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 3]]>><<set $miastat to $miastat+2>><<set $partynhiegirlfriend to 2>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/collegekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reeceparty.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $partynhiecalifornia is 2>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Been to California.'<</you>> Lester and Reece drink. <<lester>>'Sometimes I have to travel around the country to places where I buy the parts for Noir. California is often the destination. And hey, $name, if you want and can take a few days off, I could take you with me.'<</lester>> You smile at the surprise offer, while Reece nods. <<reece>>'Mine's a bit more complicated. Played a few games there with the college team and before that... went there with my family... as tourists. Never been there?'<</reece>> He says, turning to Mia. <<mia>>'Nope, grew up in Mississippi and very rarely travelled out of state. Our turist trips were to the Mississippi Aquarium in Gulfport and Vicksburg National Park. I only started travelling with Jamerson, maybe someday he'll take me there.'<</mia>> She seems a bit bummed out at the start but by the end she looks better. <<elseif $partynhiemuffins is 2>>Reece and Mia both drink. <<reece>>'That was a pretty safe bet. I thought Britons were really good at baking muffins.'<</reece>> He says to you. <<you>>'Oh, we are, just not me. I lived with my best friend in London, and his girlfriend, while not a good cook in general, was insane good at baking muffins, so she always did it.'<</you>> Mia chimes in. <<mia>>'Ah, that explains it then. I learned how to make them in primary school and I often helped the local parish growing up.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiegirlfriend is 2>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had a girlfriend.'<</you>> There is a moment of stunned silence, then everyone goes for their drink. <<lester>>'$name, I get that you wanted us to drink, but that's... a bit sad.'<</lester>> He says, touching your shoulder. You blush. <<you>>'Well, it just... never happened, I guess. I have some sexual experience...'<span> Especially recently, you think but keep to yourself. </span>'But never had a... proper relationship, you know?'<</you>> Reece chimes in. <<reece>>'Hey, man, you do you, those ladies don't know what they're missing!'<</reece>> You smile at their words of encouragement. Meanwhile, you notice that Mia is keeping quiet but is positively enraptured by the conversation, not missing a single beat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/miainterested.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<lester>>'I had one, lasted for over a year, ended it when she moved back to her home country. Tried to keep it going long distance but... heh.'<</louis>> He shrugs, you can tell he still feels bitter about it. <<reece>>'Two for my part, in high school. The first one was... really nice for a while but... we drifted apart. The second one, well, she cheated on me, twice, so I don't want to...'<</reece>> He trails off as Mia interjects. <<mia>>'Call her names? Don't worry, I'll do it, she was a colossal bitch!'<</mia>> Everyone laughs. Then Reece turns to her. <<reece>>'Thank you, Mia, for your subtle nuance! But now I want to hear your story, I never quite expected you to drink.'<</reece>> Mia lowers her eyes and blushes. <<mia>>'Yeah, it... was in college, my first and only year at Mississippi State University, in Starkville. She was... very bold... and asked me out. I said yes, I was just curious, and I liked it, and agreed to go out again... But then it never happened. Still, I think it counts.'<</mia>> You hear genuine regret in her voice, and right at the end she briefly looks up at you, for some reason. <<lester>>'This round was a testament to our complete inability to maintain relationships. But we're sharing and we're playing, so all good. To having better luck in the future!'<</lester>> You all laugh and raise your cups. <<elseif $partynhielivedalone is 1>><<you>>'Never have I ever... Lived alone.'<</you>> You cannot hide a smirk of satisfaction as all three of them drink. <<reece>>'Been living alone in the past year. Can't believe you never did that.'<</reece>> <<you>>'Never did. I lived with my family, then with my best friend, then his girlfriend joined us. I guess I've lived alone since I came here, so... five days. Does it count?'<</you>> You ask, suddenly uncertain about your home run. <<mia>>'Nah, I don't think it counts. I mean, five days it's like... a vacation or something.'<</mia>> Lester weighs in. <<lester>>'Yeah, I agree. Personally, I lived alone for the past four years. I had a girlfriend before but she moved to New York, so...'<</lester>> He shrugs. <<mia>>'That's unfortunate. I lived alone ever since I came to Noir, over a year and a half ago at this point.'<</mia>> <<elseif $partynhiewalkofshame is 1>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia White has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<you>>'Never have I ever... Had to take a walk of shame.'<</you>> <<mia>>'Ooh, this is a juicy one!'<</mia>> Mia immediately exclaims as Lester reaches for his drink. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Miagiddy.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She thinks about it for a moment, then goes for it. <<reece>>'Ah, we are the virtuous ones!'<</reece>> He winks at you. Lester punches him playfully on the shoulder. <<lester>>'Sure, virtuous one, you keep telling yourself that! Should we call Marcus and ask him about what he had to clean up?'<</lester>> You all laugh. <<reece>>'Please don't, I still want to retain what's left of my dignity. Anyway, never did a walk of shame.'<</reece>> Mia pouts. <<mia>>'Lucky you. I had to go to work immediately the day after because I overslept and everyone saw. I mean EVERYONE. What about you, Lester?'<</mia>> Lester laughs at her story. <<lester>>'Oh, it was back when I just started here at Delvarma. I... spent the night at... let's call her an anonimous married lady and had to go back home in the morning. And every single colleague of mine was in my way, thankfully they could not identify her but stilll it was pretty obvious what happened.'<</lester>> Reece high-fives him. <<reece>>'Must have been someone from the faculty. That's actually impressive, man!'<</reece>><</if>> There is a quiet moment, then Reece stands up. <<reece>>'Help me with the muffins, then we can continue.'<</reece>> You take this opportunity to make a few trips to replenish the buffet and the beverages. After about ten minutes, you are all set: a tray has been sent to the hall, the other awaits you, teasing your nostrils with its delicious smell. You each take one and dig in: it's very good, soft, with ample filling and with just the right amount of crust. <<lester>>'Fh-Fhese are exfellent!'<</lester>> Says Lester, his mouth still full. You see that he is relaxed back on the chair, he clearly needed a quiet moment amidst the party. <<you>>'Absolutely delicious!'<</you>> You say, echoing his words. <<reece>>'Thank you, it took me a while to nail the recipee but I think I did this time.'<</reece>> Mia has already gulped down her muffin, so she goes for another one. <<mia>>'So, my turn again. Hmm... Let me think...'<</mia>> Given how she has played so far, she'll probably go for something sexual. I haven't done much, though, so I should be safe, you think as you dig into your muffin. <<mia>>'Never have I ever... gone down on a woman.'<</mia>> <<if $abinoreward is 1>> Yup, safe as expected, you think as Louis and Reece reach for their drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I thought that was a thing only in porn. <<lester>>'Only one? Man, you're slacking. I do it often, it's appreciated as a good warmup.'<</lester>> Hm, good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, never happened...'<</you>> Mia turns to you. <<mia>>'Ooh, that hesitation! Did you get a chance recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze, blushing. Thankfully, Reece comes to your rescue. <<else>>Crap, I have done that, you think as all three of you reach for your drinks. <<reece>>'Many times. One even ejaculated on my face.'<</reece>> Oh. I just thought that was a thing only in porn. <<lester>>'Only one? Man, you're slacking. I do it often, it's appreciated as a good warmup.'<</lester>> Hm, good to know. <<you>>'Ehm, did it once...'<</you>> Mia gives you an inquisitive look, then says. <<mia>>'Oh, you're blushing, does it mean it happened recently?'<</mia>> You lower your gaze as your face probably creates a new, even more intense palate of red. <</if>><<reece>>'Come on Mia, don't embarrass $name, we're just having fun.'<</reece>> Mia gives him a doe-eyed look that clearly means "But I want my juicy details!". <<reece>>'So, it's my turn again.'<</reece>> He says moving on and ignoring her. You shoot him a grateful look. <<reece>>'Hm, how about we switch it up? Let's do riddles instead.'<</reece>> He says, taking a sip. Lester looks interested, while Mia looks... disappointed? Seeing her face, Lester says. <<lester>>'I'm game. Let's say on one's turn you can do a riddle or keep doing the never have I ever thing. How do we determine who drinks?'<</lester>> He asks, and you see Mia smiling radiantly. <<mia>>'Yes! Err... We could write our answer down on our phones, then show it all at once?'<</mia>> Reece nods. <<reece>>'Sounds great. Ok, let's start: He who builds it does not want it, He who buys it does not need it, He who uses it doesn't know he's using it.'<</reece>> You take a moment to think about your answer.</div> <<if $reparationsknowledge is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Delvarma College in the 1980s|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[The sea|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A sushi platter|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A mountain|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Time|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A tomb|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><<set $partynhietomb to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[A marble bust of Alexander the Great|Firstparty Kitchen Lester 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Decreased@@</span></b></center></div> <<you>>'I... I don't think so. I chose to go with him because... He's cool... And after playing pool with him he seemed to need a small break from the crowd, and he would know how to help you in the kitchen.'<</you>> Mia smiles. <<mia>>'Aww, you were thinking about me the whole time, that is soooo sweet.'<</mia>> She teases you, but then gets a bit more serious. <<mia>>'It's... it's okay to be uncertain though. An maybe you'll get to explore something new. And I'll be right there to help, oh, we're gonna have so much fun together!'<</mia>> You smile, though you can't hide your apprehension at her intense enthusiasm. Still, it makes sense to try new things, as long as you do it at your own pace. She seems to sense your struggle. <<mia>>'Hey, mine was an offer, no pressure. Come, let's hug!'<</mia>> You smile as you wrap your arms around each other. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miamcbench.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's a snuggly, comforting hug, and the preceeding tension quickly melts away. <<if $mialunch is 1>>You think back at all the time you spent with Mia, between the initial meeting, the lunches, the gym and the before the party. She could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? She made her sexual tastes abundantly clear, but she does not seem... completely closed off to advances, maybe? <<else>>You think of what you know of Mia. You did not spend that much time with her, but she could be a true friend going forward... Or perhaps something more? You are not sure about her sexual tastes<<if $miaknowledge is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, though it seems quite clear there is some kind of history with Jamerson<</if>>. Still, she does not seem...completely closed off to advances, maybe?<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hug her closely and make a move|Firstparty Kitchen End a]]>><<set $miapartypoint to $miapartypoint+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't push it|Firstparty Kitchen End b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You focus on Mia, imitating her moves and moving closer to her. She doesn't seem to mind, and in fact moves closer to you, encouraging you. <video src='media/Chapter 5/miadance.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> She notices you're struggling, and starts guiding your movements. By focusing on her, you're able to relax and fully immerse yourself in the music. A new song starts playing, with a heavy, pop beat, and Mia's movement get even more sensual. She gently grinds against your crotch: you are about to pull back when you realise she wants you to do the same. As you do that, you start to lose awareness of your surroundings: there is just you, Mia and the music. You run your hands over her hips and even higher, grazing the lower side of her bouncing breasts. On her part, Mia grabs your hands and grinds even harder against you, clearly aroused herself. by this point, you are sporting a raging erection, but Mia does not seem to care, even if she must have felt it. As the song ends, she turns and gives you a demure look followed by a quick peck on the lips. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miahorny.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Look at you, $name, dancing like there's no tomorrow. You have amazing moves!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey as the new song sets in. By this point, you are in the zone, and you keep dancing with the group. As you move with the beat, again you go back to that night. You were looking at Adrian and Sophie dancing from afar, a bit envous at their carefree state of bliss, wondering if you'll ever experience that. You forgot about that night in the years that followed, and it remained a distant dream, but now, with so many things changing, at least you were able to understand their feelings. The four of you take turns dancing with one another. Marcus joins the group at some point but he is more of a fleeting presence. After an hour of blissful, carefree dancing, you take a short break to rehydrate. As you do, you notice that there are less than ten people on the dance floor and the DJ has just announced the last song, signalling that the evening is coming to an end. You consider everything that happened up to this point. <<if $zoeypartypoint is 3 and $zoeystat gte 7>> You really bonded with Zoey this evening. Even if not perfectly lucid, she should be willing to continue the conversation. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $zoeypartypoint is 2 and $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $zoeystat gte 7>>You bonded with Zoey and were careful about not drinking too much like she asked you. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $miapartypoint gte 2 and $miastat gte 7>> You bonded with Mia, and she mentioned she wanted to keep the conversation going after the party. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Mia|Firstparty Mia End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>><<if $lesterpartypoint gte 2 and $lesstat gte 7 and $maleattraction gte 6>> You could approach Lester, who was suuuper kind and helpful, and seems to want to hang out. He's so manl... I mean friendly. Yes, friendly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Lester|Firstparty Lester End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>> Alternatively, you could take a stroll to sober up, help Marcus a bit with the cleanup and end the night on a calm, serene note.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You decide to focus on Zoey, your kind, helpful superior. She doesn't mind when you come closer, and smiles as she takes your hands an starts subtly guiding your movements. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeysmile.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Gradually you start to relax under her guidance, taking in her beautiful smile, her gentle touches, and the music all around you. At some point a sweet, romantic song starts playing. She pulls you in closer, and you come very close to stepping on her toes but manage not to. She notices the near miss and smiles sweetily, putting her arms on your hips. Sensing the romantic mood of the music, you put your arms on her shoulders and start following her rhythm. Soon, everything else seems to disappear, and there is just you, her and the music. It's a beautiful, entrancing moment, and you don't want to break eye contact for fear it would end. As the song end and the music dies down, the beat changes announcing the next song: in that moment, Zoey draws you in and kisses you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeydancekiss.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It's quick, but at the same time raw and passionate. <<zoey>>'Look at you, dancing with those moves.'<</zoey>> She just says, <<if $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1>>slightly out of breath and <</if>>seemingly entranced by your performance. <<lester>>'Hear, hear, $name found his groove!'<</lester>> Says Lester, stepping in. All of you cheer and keep going, taking turns dancing with one another. As you move with the beat, again you go back to that night. You were looking at Adrian and Sophie dancing from afar, a bit envious at their carefree state of bliss, wondering if you'll ever experience that. You forgot about that night in the years that followed, and it remained a distant dream, but now, with so many things changing, at least you were able to understand their feelings. After a while, Marcus joins the group but he is more of a fleeting presence, never staying for more than one song. After an hour of blissful, carefree dancing, you take a short break to rehydrate. As you do, you notice that there are less than ten people on the dance floor and the DJ has just announced the last song, signalling that the evening is coming to an end. You consider everything that happened up to this point. <<if $zoeypartypoint gte 3 and $zoeystat gte 7>> You really bonded with Zoey this evening. Even if you're not perfectly lucid, she should be willing to continue the conversation. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $zoeypartypoint is 2 and $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $zoeystat gte 7>>You bonded with Zoey and were careful about not drinking too much like she asked you. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $miapartypoint gte 2 and $miastat gte 7>> You bonded with Mia, and she mentioned she wanted to keep the conversation going after the party. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Mia|Firstparty Mia End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>><<if $lesterpartypoint gte 2 and $lesstat gte 7 and $maleattraction gte 6>> You could approach Lester, who was suuuper kind and helpful, and seems to want to hang out. He's so manl... I mean friendly. Yes, friendly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Lester|Firstparty Lester End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>> Alternatively, you could take a stroll to sober up, help Marcus a bit with the cleanup and end the night on a calm, serene note.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You focus on Lester, dancing closer to him and trying to mimic his movements. He looks a bit surprised but adapts quickly. He moves closer to you, and starts guiding you. You are a bit intimidated, but he is not aggressive and tries his best to make you at ease. Another song is playing, one that has a South-American feel to its rhythm, probably a tango, and he immediately starts leading. He puts a hand on your waist and guides you in the correct position. You look up at him as he guides your movement, and pretty soon you are moving in perfect harmony. As you dance, you start to lose awareness of your surroundings: there is just you, Lester, and the music. His firm grip, his eyes moving and giving you directions, your hand on his broad shoulders, it all clicks together in a strange blissful serenity, so much that you don't want the song to end. When it does, Lester pulls you closer, your lips almost touching, though he doesn't go for it. You're almost paralysed, entranced by his face, now so close to yours. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/lesterhandsome.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As your bodies touch, you sense something else pressing against you. It's probably quite big, but what strikes you the most is the fact that it's hard. Is it... because of you? How? Is it because of the way you're dressed? Questions cascade through your mind, but you quickly realise how pointless they are, <<if $maleattraction gte 6>>especially because you are aroused yourself<<else>> he likes you, and that's that<</if>>. <<zoey>>'Look at you, $name, dancing like there's no tomorrow. You have amazing moves!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey as the new song sets in. By this point, you are in the zone, and you keep dancing with the group. As you move with the beat, again you go back to that night. You were looking at Adrian and Sophie dancing from afar, a bit envous at their carefree state of bliss, wondering if you'll ever experience that. You forgot about that night in the years that followed, and it remained a distant dream, but now, with so many things changing, at least you were able to understand their feelings. The four of you take turns dancing with one another. Marcus joins the group at some point but he is more of a fleeting presence. After an hour of blissful, carefree dancing, you take a short break to rehydrate. As you do, you notice that there are less than ten people on the dance floor and the DJ has just announced the last song, signalling that the evening is coming to an end. You consider everything that happened up to this point. <<if $zoeypartypoint gte 3 and $zoeystat gte 7>> You really bonded with Zoey this evening. Even if not perfectly lucid, she should be willing to continue the conversation. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $zoeypartypoint is 2 and $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $zoeystat gte 7>>You bonded with Zoey and were careful about not drinking too much like she asked you. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $miapartypoint gte 2 and $miastat gte 7>> You bonded with Mia, and she mentioned she wanted to keep the conversation going after the party. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Mia|Firstparty Mia End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>><<if $lesterpartypoint gte 2 and $lesstat gte 7 and $maleattraction gte 6>> You could approach Lester, who was suuuper kind and helpful, and seems to want to hang out. He's so manl... I mean friendly. Yes, friendly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Lester|Firstparty Lester End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>> Alternatively, you could take a stroll to sober up, help Marcus a bit with the cleanup and end the night on a calm, serene note.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $firstpartyzoeyend to 1>> As the song ends, you approach Zoey. Understanding your intentions, she does not say anything and just kisses you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeykiss2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You make out for a while, as the music winds down. <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>> She breaks the kiss, smiling at you. <<zoey>>'Hey, so... I really want to... spend time with you, but I think you should be of... sound mind? Let's take the scenic route back, to give you time to sober up.'<</zoey>> You nod.<<else>> She smiles and gives you a sultry look as she breaks the kiss. <<zoey>>'Sooo, let's get back to my place!'<</zoey>> She says, taking your hand. <</if>> You quickly say goodbye to the others and walk back to Zoey's place<<if$drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>, taking a stroll through the campus so you have time to sober up<</if>>. As soon as you are away from the party venue, Zoey turns to you. <<zoey>>'I... meant to ask you. What do you think of Toby and Drew?'<</zoey>> She asks. The tone is casual, but her body language is a bit tense. You take your time, letting the evening air clear out your head. <<if $laugh is 1>><<you>>'I... don't know what to think to be honest. My first impression was... good I guess. <<if $firstpartyhighroad2 is 1>>Though I really didn't like them tonight. <<elseif $firstpartyhighroad1 is 1 and $firstpartyhighroad2 isnot 1>>I met them tonight. They seemed welcoming but... I don't know something seemed off so I didn't go back.<<else>>I think I saw them around tonight, but did not meet with them.<</if>> Why?'<</you>> <<zoey>>'Well, I... don't like them, and don't think they are particularly good for Noir. I wish Jamerson would do something to keep them in line. That includes their team leader Jake, by the way.'<</zoey>> She pauses for a moment, then takes you by the arm with a smile. <<zoey>>'Just wanted you to know that they are not good people, that's all.'<</zoey>> <<else>><<you>>'Well, I do not like them very much. I don't know if that laugh in the lift was a one off, but it was very rude and... crass.'<</you>> Zoey nods. <<zoey>>'Yes, it was. I asked because I don't like them and don't think they are particularly good for Noir.'<</zoey>> She takes you by the arm with a smile. <<zoey>>'Just wanted to make sure you know they're not good people, that's all!'<</zoey>> <<you>>'Thank you. <<if $firstpartyhighroad2 is 1>>I really didn't like them tonight.<<elseif $firstpartyhighroad1 is 1 and $firstpartyhighroad2 isnot 1>>I met them tonight. They seemed welcoming but... I don't know, something seemed... off, so I didn't go back.<<else>>I think I saw them around tonight, but did not meet with them.<</if>>'<</you>> You comment, welcoming her touch.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Zoey End 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhousebedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Male Attraction Increased@@</span></b></center></div> <<set $maleattraction to $maleattraction+1>><<set $firstpartylesterend to 1>> You approach Lester and dance one last song with him. He hugs you from behind as you dance even closer. As the song progresses,<<if $firstpartydancelester is 1>>just like before<</if>> you feel his manhood against you. You're a bit surprised you're not weirded out, it's probably the alcohol <<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>and the weed<</if>>, his arms feel downright cosy. Still, you better call it quit for tonight and go to bed early. You open your eyes and wake up in a room that is not yours. A bit of fear sets in so you immediately check your surroundings. It's late morning, your cellphone, sitting beside you on the nightstand, tells you it's 11:12 am. You are in your underwear, and your clothing from the evening before is on a chair on the side of the bed, neatly folded. You hear noises, you are not alone in this apartment. You sit up, and your head feels really, really heavy. //<<if $drinksattheparty gte 5>>I definitely drank too much last night<<else>>Now I know that it was a bad idea to smoke that joint<</if>>//, you think as you slowly start to dress up. You notice a small basin on the side of the bed as you sluggishly put your clothes on. <<if $marcuslouispartyprank is 1>>There is something familiar about this place, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Maybe you've been here before? <</if>>As you put on your trousers, the distinctive smell of bacon reaches your nostrils, and you hear your stomach gurgling. You follow the noises and reach a kitchen. Lester's there, wearing an apron and carefully putting bacon from the pan in a plate. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lestercooking.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Two plates of scrambled eggs seemingly wait for you. <<lester>>'GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!'<</lester>> You recoil and stumble back at the extreme volume of his voice. Seeing your reaction, he bursts into a mostly quiet laugh. <<lester>>'Oh, someone's hangover I see. Well, I made breakfast if you're hungry. And there's the water, drink up.'<</lester>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Lester End 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $marcusfriend gte 1>><<set $marcusfriend to $marcusfriend+1>><<else>><<set $marcusfriend to 1>><</if>> <<set $firstpartyoliend to 1>> You say goodbye to everyone as the dance ends. When the guest leave, you stay and help Marcus with the cleanup. Twenty minutes later everything is done, Marcus and Reece repeatedly thank you for your help and send you home for the night as they set the chairs and shut down the place. As you walk back to your apartment, you realise you still feel a bit... odd. You're aroused, but that's normal, given the evening of intense socialising and physical contact. Was there a chance for you to stay and spend the evening with someone? Would it have even worked? Whatever the answers, now what is done is done: still, you're still wired, which is an odd sensation. You slow down your walk to reflect on it: it's probably the energy from the party you're feeling. It's new and strange probably because you never felt that before: party were something you would attend, not participate in, like you did tonight. Plus, dancing and gorgeous <<if $maleattraction lte 2>>women<<else>>people<</if>>. You catch yourself unable to stop smiling and realise it would just be impossible to go to sleep right now, so you take the scenic route through the park. You think back to that "dream" you had with Sophie. First time you call Adrian, you should probably apologize to both of them<<if $telladrian is 1>>, provided they're still together,<</if>> for making their lives harder, after all they have always been there for you... even tonight, ironically. Suddenly you hear a moan coming from a bench. You hesitate a bit, you really don't want to intrude on someone's... private time, but you realize that there is a single individual there. Suddenly they clumsily make a gesture with their arm while they were holding their phone, which drops to the ground with a loud ta-clang. <<you>>'Ehm, you okay?'<</you>> You ask, keeping a cautious distance. <<oli>>'Heeey, ammvgrstr...mmmlblegh...gapnnb...'<</oli>> //Oli//? You quickly approach, not understanding those... words? Collection of vowels and consonants? Well, whatever that was.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/auditoriumdancefloor.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $willpower gte 10>><<set $willpower to 10>><</if>> <<if $willpower lte -10>><<set $willpower to -10>><</if>> <<zoey>>'Look at you, $name, dancing like there's no tomorrow. You have amazing moves!'<</zoey>> Says Zoey as the new song sets in. By this point, you are in the zone, and you keep dancing with the group. As you move with the beat, again you go back to that night. You were looking at Adrian and Sophie dancing from afar, a bit envious at their carefree state of bliss, wondering if you'll ever experience that. You forgot about that night in the years that followed, and it remained a distant dream, but now, with so many things changing, at least you were able to understand their feelings. The four of you take turns dancing with one another. Marcus joins the group at some point but he is more of a fleeting presence, never staying for more than one song. After an hour of blissful, carefree dancing, you take a short break to rehydrate. As you do, you notice that there are less than ten people on the dance floor and the DJ has just announced the last song, signalling that the evening is coming to an end. You consider everything that happened up to this point. <<if $zoeypartypoint gte 3 and $zoeystat gte 7>> You really bonded with Zoey this evening. Even if you re not completely lucid, she should be willing to continue the conversation. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $zoeypartypoint is 2 and $drinksattheparty lte 4 and $firstpartysuperhigh isnot 1 and $zoeystat gte 7>>You bonded with Zoey and were careful about not drinking too much like she asked you. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Approach Zoey|Firstparty Zoey End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $miapartypoint gte 2 and $miastat gte 7>> You bonded with Mia, and she mentioned she wanted to keep the conversation going after the party. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Mia|Firstparty Mia End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $drinksattheparty gte 5 or $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>><<if $lesterpartypoint gte 2 and $lesstat gte 7 and $maleattraction gte 6>> You could approach Lester, who was suuuper kind and helpful, and seems to want to hang out. He's so manl... I mean friendly. Yes, friendly. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to Lester|Firstparty Lester End]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>> Alternatively, you could take a stroll to sober up, help Marcus a bit with the cleanup and end the night on a calm, serene note.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhousekitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $marcuslouispartyprank is 1>>As you avidly drink some water, you recognize the place from yesterday, you are in Lester's house. Under natural daylight it has a completely different vibe. <<lester>>'Hey, sorry if the place is a bit of a mess, Marcus and the others played a small prank. I tried to put everything back in order, but it's not all done.'<</lester>> You decide not to draw attention to it. <<you>>'Oh, s-sorry to hear that, it's so... uncivilized.'<</you>> Lester makes a dismissive gesture. <<lester>>'Naah, it's all good, I know they mean well.'<</lester>><<if $partylesterdishwasher is 1>> You can see the half-open dishwasher, still full<</if>><<else>> So this must be Lester's place, you think. It's quite spacious, and comfy, even though it was probably not that expensive to refurbish.<</if>> You put down the empty glass as Lester, already at the table, motions you to sit down. As you look at the scrambled eggs with voracious appetite, he says. <<lester>>'Well, let's dig in while it's warm. Buen provecho, as they say in Spanish!'<</lester>> You both dig in, and it tastes quite good. you have a million questions, but you decide they can wait, after all he is being quite the gracious host. <<you>>'You speak Spanish?'<</you>> You ask, just to make conversation. <<lester>>'I wish, but no, just a few words and phrases. I had a Guatemalan girlfriend a couple of years ago who used to say that, and it occurred to me that English does not really have a way of wishing someone a good meal... So I kept using it myself.'<</lester>> He says, shrugging. <<you>>'What about "enjoy your meal"?'<</you>> You say as a counterpoint. <<lester>>'It's not the same. Plus, it sounds so much better in Spanish, don't you think?'<</lester>> You chuckle. <<you>>'Indeed. Is... she still around?'<</you>> He raises an eyebrow. <<lester>>'Well, I understand your jealousy after last night, but this is very blunt of you.'<</lester>> Wait, what? How? What?! How?!? What the Hell happened last night?!?! Aaaaand, he's laughing. As questions flood your mind, Lester is just laughing at your flabbergasted face. <<lester>>'Relax, I'm pulling your leg. By the way, no, she's not around anymore, she had to go back to her country and... well, I couldn't follow.'<</lester>> He says, a tinge of regret in his words. <<if $firstpartykitchenlester is 1>> So this is probably the relationship he mentioned during the game in the kitchen.<</if>> Still, your focus right now is on how you ended up here. <<if $partylesterfridge is 1>>He stands up to put the rest of the uncooked bacon away. As he opens the fridge, you see that everything is back in the previous order, more or less. It seems like he was not able to make breakfast with a disorderly fridge. <</if>>You gulp down your third glass of water and your mind starts to clear. You recall dancing close to him... Ok, you have to ask. <<you>>'Ehm, so... How did I end up here this morning?'<</you>> You ask, blushing at the implication.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Lester End 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouselivingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/Lesterparty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> As you sit down on the couch, you notice the blanket and pillow probably used by Lester, already folded on one side. <<if $partylesterswitchcushions is 1>> The cushions have been put back into order. Lester probably slept on them when they were already fixed.<</if>> You take a deep breath and focus. Ok, it's probably best to start at your last recollection. So you were dancing with him... and shamelessly grinding against him. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Jamersongrind.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> Then... The song ended. You... kissed? Yes, there definitely was a kiss. You focus on that moment, trying to remember what you were feeling. It was... lust. Sheer, unbridled lust. The kiss was intense, passionate and... reciprocated. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lesterkiss.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You stop for a moment: you are a bit surprised you kissed a man like that but you are even more surprised Lester kissed you back. I mean, you were dressed up, maybe... Anyway, it doesn't really matter. There are more fragments. You went somewhere... through the park, so probably here. You stand up and look out the window to confirm it: yes, you left the party and came back here with him. You blush at the sensations that flood your memories, and how unashamedly horny you were. You made out with Lester in the door, in the livingroom, you recall your ass bumping against that table. You probably knocked that photo over: you hurriedly put it back up, as to erase your past sin. <<if $partylestercactus is 1>> As you go back towards the couch, you see the cactus: the moustache is still there, the cowboy hat has been removed.<</if>> Now, was there anything more? Everything's still a blur, but you are able to retrace your steps within the house. You stumbled... and Lester picked you up. From the ground. Lifted you just like you were weightless: you remember how strong he was and how comfortable his arms felt. You hear your past self giggling as Lester lovingly carries you to the room and dumps you on the bed. You stand on your knees, you kiss him again. You stop the flow of memories to take a deep breath. You consider whether or not you want to see this. Yes, it is shameful, but it also feels... liberating... like unlocking a part of yourself you never knew was there. You find yourself smiling in anticipation as you dive back into your memories. You were kissing him: then, through his pants, you grabbed his manhood. It was huge, and already hard. Great, first party here and I immediately grope the host. But you wanted more: to see it, to feel it, to... stroke it, perhaps? You focus once more: you... You reached out for Lester's belt. It was then he broke the kiss. <<lester>>'$name, why don't you lie down on the bed and wait for me? I'll be right back.'<</lester>> You nodded, enthusiastically, and lied on the bed. As you rested your head on the pillow, you touched yourself: you were incredibly aroused, and yet your dick was... kind of soft? Huh, odd, maybe <<if $firstpartysuperhigh is 1>>the combination of alcohol and weed<<else>>the alcohol<</if>> was to blame? Yes, that's likely. You heard... water... Lester was in the bathroom. Soon he was going to join you... just needed to rest your eyes for a bit. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/sleepy.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Lester End 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouselivingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $willpower gte 4>> The shame and embarrassment give way to lustful curiosity. Seeing Lester showing interest is... intoxicating, you want to... But one thing at a time. You look at him, grab his face, and gently kiss him on the lips. You feel a bit awkward, but that feeling melts away as soon as he kisses you back. It's thrilling as he embraces you and takes control, obviously he is a much better kisser than you. You do your best to control the pace, as you don't want to be overwhelmed, and thankfully he lets you. Again you sense his manhood, but this time you feel yourself responding with arousal, as your own member proudly stands at attention. <<else>>You stand there, shameful and a bit scared, but Lester does not move, giving you time. Finally you drum up enough courage to nod: he starts slowly, kissing your nape and moving slowly towards your mouth. As you kiss him, you let him take control. You feel his hands running down your body, grabbing your ass and caressing your head. You surrender to the intoxicating sensation, just as novel and as strong as you felt it in your cloudy memories. Again, you sense his manhood as your bodies come into contact: this time, even your much more modest soldier stands up at attention.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lesterfinalkiss.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Lester is the one who breaks the kiss. He is breathing heavily, but his gaze suggests... confusion? And he is avoiding looking at you. You slow down your breathing and ask. <<you>>'Ehm, are you ok? Did I do something...?'<</you>> Lester immediately looks up at you. <<lester>>'No, no, it's...'<</lester>> Perhaps for the first time, you see uncertainty in his behaviour. He motions you to sit down on the couch, while he takes the armchair. <<lester>>'Look, I like you, I like... what we're having, and you did not do anything wrong. It's just a bit... How can I... Ok, let me be honest here. I... normally don't like guys.'<</lester>> He finally manages to say. <<you>>'Oh... Well... This... All of this is new for me too.'<</you>> You pause, to phrase your next words better. It's... kind of endearing seeing Lester almost as lost as you are. <<you>>'And at least you can say I don't look like the manliest guy. I don't even have your excuse!'<</you>> You both laugh at your joke, which manages to dissipate the lingering tension. After a moment, Lester speaks again. <<lester>>'Look, if it's all right with you I would take this slow. Let's... explore this at a... comfortable pace, yes?'<</lester>> <<you>>'Yes, absolutely!'<</you>> You say, with giddy enthusiasm. Lester laughs at your reaction, then gets serious once again. <<lester>>'Good. Did... Was yesterday your first time dressing up?'<span> You nod. </span>'You... look, far from me to make any assumptions, but you looked really good as a woman.'<</lester>> His comment hits the nail on the head of your confused feeling. A part of you always felt all of this happen because you were carried away by your... costume. As you are trying to phrase your feelings, Lester talks again. <<lester>>'Ehm... It seems like we both have things to think about. Let's not overcomplicate this and I'm sure we will talk again... with clearer heads.'<</lester>> He concludes with a smile. <<you>>'Yeah... Yeah, I think that's a good idea.' <span> You stand up. </span>'Well, I need to get going. Thank you again, I'm... really grateful for everything.'<</you>> Lester smiles and stands up. He accompanies you to the door, and opens it with a little bow, like a real gentleman. As you are about to exit, he pulls you in for a last hug, and kisses your forehead. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lesterforeheadkiss.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You exchange contact numbers and say your goodbyes.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Lester End 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesterhouselivingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> The moment tenses you up. You want this, you really do, but something is holding you back. You put a hand on his chest. <<you>>'S-sorry, but...'<</you>> He immediately gets it. You take a few steps back, when he says. <<lester>>'Wait, don't leave yet, let's... let's talk about it a bit.'<</lester>> And motions you to sit down on the couch, while he takes the armchair. <<lester>>'Look, I like you, I like... what we've had last night, and while it's not wrong to be scared, I'd... like more of that. Shit, this is... It's just a bit... Well... Ok, let me be honest here. I... normally don't like guys.'<</lester>> He finally manages to say. <<you>>'Oh. I... I liked it too, it's just I'm a bit confused right now, and... I'd like more as well, just... need to figure some stuff out. And... well, guys are new for me as well.'<</you>>You pause, to phrase your next words better. It's... kind of endearing seeing Lester almost as lost as you are. <<you>>'And at least you can say I don't look like the manliest guy. I don't even have your excuse!'<</you>> You both laugh at your joke, which manages to dissipate the lingering tension. <<lester>>'Look, I'm perfectly fine with taking this slow. I think it's important that... well, we should be as comfortable as possible with this, yes?'<</lester>> <<you>>'Yes, absolutely!'<</you>> You say, with giddy enthusiasm. Lester laughs at your reaction, then gets serious once again. <<lester>>'Did... Was yesterday your first time dressing up?'<span> You nod. </span>'You... look, far from me to make any assumptions, but you looked really good as a woman.'<</lester>> His comment hits the nail on the head of your confused feeling. A part of you always felt all of this happen because you were carried away by your... costume. As you are trying to phrase your feelings, Lester talks again. <<lester>>'It seems like we both have things to think about. Let's not overcomplicate this and I'm sure we will talk again... with clearer heads.'<</lester>> He concludes with a smile. <<you>>'Yeah... Yeah, I think that's a good idea, right now everything is very... fresh.' <span> You stand up. </span>'Well, I need to get going. Thank you again, I'm... really grateful for everything.'<</you>> Lester smiles and stands up. He accompanies you to the door, and opens it with a little bow, like a real gentleman. He gives you a short hug, which lingers on for several seconds. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/lesterfinalhug.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After the talk, it feels sweet and tender. You exchange contact numbers and say your goodbyes.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Lester End 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You make your way back to your apartment. It's a beautiful... very late morning, and you can't stop smiling. You will have time to reprimand yourself for being so irresponsible, but for now you just enjoy this feeling of liberation. You somehow got through a whole party on your own... well, except that bit when Sophie gave you a pep talk in your dreams, but you're not sure if that actually counts as outside help. And you had a good time! You make a note to tell Adrian about this when you'll get in contact with him. As you enter your apartment, you realise you really need a shower, so you quickly disrobe and go to the bathroom. You are about to enter the shower when that feminine face of yours greets you in the mirror. You stop, and linger on it for a while: the makeup is a bit smeared, especially around the lips, and the eye shadows, once pristine, are now much blurrier than before. The face still feels... alien, but not that... scary anymore: hell, you completely forgot you still had it on this morning. And you had fun, maybe a little bit too much, but heh, no biggie. It's definitely something to keep in mind for the future. Well, enough dawdling: back to being a manly man! You think, as you turn on the tap and wash away the makeup. Still, Lester's words linger in your mind as you take a long, rejuvenating shower and get on with your day.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Thanks]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/parkatnight.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> As you walk through the park, you hear a voice in the distance, probably some drunk guy from the party. He is too far away for you to see him or understand the words. Doesn't sound too happy, though. <<zoey>>'Sounds like a sad drunk.'<</zoey>> Zoey comments. She pauses for a moment, then continues. <<zoey>>'About that, I don't think there's anything wrong with getting drunk once in a while. I... insisted because... well, I wanted to spend time with you and...'<</zoey>> She pauses, considering her words. <<if $firstpartyhighroad2 is 1>><<zoey>>'Wanted to keep you safe, not everyone here has... the best intentions.'<</zoey>> You smile gratefully at her. <<you>>'Thank you, I... I don't know what they were planning, but... you looked so determined!'<</you>> She pinches your cheek. <<zoey>>'Hey, you don't mess with my cute trainee!'<</zoey>> She says laughing. Cute? Hmm, not exactly the most virile qualification, but you can work with that. <<else>><<zoey>>'It can be... difficult for newbies, not everyone has... the best intentions at these parties.'<</zoey>> You smile gratefully at her. <<you>>'Thank you for looking out for me.'<</you>> She playfully jabs your ribs with her elbow. <<zoey>>'Hey, I take care of my subordinates, especially ones as adorable as you!'<</zoey>> She says laughing. And she called you adorable: maybe not the most virile adjective, but you can work with that.<</if>> <<if $firstpartyjamersonsidescene is 1>> You cannot help but think back to that intense scene with Jamerson. Given that, it's not a huge step from that to outright taking advantage of people, especially newbies like you. Again, you cannot help but be grateful to Zoey for having your back throughout.<</if>> The two of you get back to Zoey's place. It looks comfortingly familiar, compared to the chaotic, noisy vibe of the party. The two of you kiss in the living room. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeykiss3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Again, it's the kind of chaste kiss she gave you at the party, but no less welcome. You run your hand through her blonde hair and then down her nape as you take in the sensation. As you start exploring her body, she breaks the kiss, then smiles at you, takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Zoey End 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $firstpartyzoeynaughty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartynaughty.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/zoeybedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoeypartypink.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"> You enter the neatly-ordered bedroom. You are brimming with anticipation, but are also very nervous. Are you going to... Your thoughts are interrupted as Zoey shoots you a glance that leaves no room for interpretation. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeyscared.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She is just as scared as you are. You decide it's better to address it and talk it out. <<you>>'Ehm, maybe we should... press pause?'<</you>> She chuckles, she probably was about to suggest the same. She sits on a chair, motioning you to sit on the bed. <<zoey>>'It's... your first time, isn't it?'<</zoey>> Shit, she knows. You blush and nod, lowering your gaze. <<zoey>>'N-nothing wrong with that... at all. Actually, it m-might be a good thing in this c-case.'<</zoey>> She is smiling ironically, but you can hear her voice trembling, she is clearly going through strong emotions and trying to stay in control. You decide to give her time to speak and stay quiet. After a few moments, she gathers herself and speaks. <<zoey>>'This... is not easy for me, but I want this, I want... you.'<</zoey>> She looks straight at you, her blue eyes gleaming with fiery passion. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeyscared1.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'I... have issues with... intimacy. Something happened and, since then, I have a problem with people touching me... in a sexual context.'<</zoey>> Again, she pauses for a moment, trying to control her breathing. She manages to smile, and continues. <<zoey>>'I'm... down for it, but I want... I need to be in control. Is that okay with you?'<</zoey>> You think about it for a moment: this seems to really matter to her, and it is a reasonable request. You're already in the room at this point, you're not about to back out, especially because she really seems to want it as well. <<if $willpower gte 4>>You nod. <<you>>'Yes, I'm... good with it. I'll tell you if I'm... uncomfortable.'<</you>> <<else>> You take a deep breath, look up at her, and nod. <<zoey>>'Good. And please tell me if you're uncomfortable.'<</zoey>> You nod again and manage a weak smile. <<you>>'I w-will.' <span>You pause for a moment, then add.</span> 'That s-sounds... hot.'<</you>> Zoey raises an eyebrow and smiles knowingly.<</if>> <<zoey>>'Sooo, shall we undress?'<</zoey>> She says, springing into action and taking off her blouse. You follow suit and soon you are both in your underwear. She looks wonderful in her green laced bra and panties. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/zoeylingerie.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She comes closer and kisses you softly, the sensation amplified by the naked skin. She gives you this intense look, like she is getting into the role. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/zoeyfinalkiss.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<zoey>>'Take it off.' <span>She points to your <<if $panties is 2>>boxers<<else>>panties<</if>>.</span> 'And lie down on the bed.'<</zoey>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Zoey End 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You walk home in a state of giddy euphoria. You had sex for the first time, and with Zoey! It was sex, right? Well, there was no... penetration, but you think it should count<<if $rejectabi is 0>>, at least it should count more than what you did with Abigail<</if>>. As you reach your apartment, the high you were in is slowly being replaced with tiredness. You decide to take a quick shower and clean up before going to bed. You strip down and step into the bathroom. As you do, you see that feminine face staring at you from the mirror. You stop and look at it: the makeup around your lips is a bit smeared after the... action with Zoey, while it's still pristine around your eyes. Still feels... alien... but not scary anymore. You also realise that you completely forgot you were wearing it for the better part of the evening. It's also curious that Zoey teased you and called you a girl during sex, and your dick seemed to respond to that... though there were a lot of other stimuli. You glare down at your penis, daring it to get hard again. It's either the fatigue or the guilt from the betrayal earlier, but your dick does not seem to react much. Well, back to being a manly man! You think as you turn on the tap and wash away the makeup. You take a quick, very refreshing shower, dry yourself and crawl up in bed. You are so tired that you completely forget about Tanya's earphones and are soon fast asleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Thanks]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/commonroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/commonroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $willpower lte 3>>You fumble with your pants as reality hits you that you have no idea what to do. I mean, you've seen porn... well, a lot of it, but it's not the same, how... <<mia>>'Hey, don't panic.'<</mia>> She says, noticing your anxiety. She kisses you sweetly and sits down on the couch. She takes off her pants and spreads open her legs, giving you a glorious view of her toned, smooth legs and shaven pussy. <<mia>>'Why don't you get down and eat me out?'<</mia>> Her words sound more like a suggestion than a question. Yet, there is a sweetness to them that makes you smile. You kneel in front of her, full of doubts... but also with eagerly giddiness. You take in her scent and plant a kiss on her labia. You start with a number of slow kisses: you hear her moaning, thankfully she seems into it. She puts her hand on your head and draws you in, guiding you and setting the pace. <<mia>>'Yes, keep kissing... Now lick it, slow and long... aaah, yes, like that...'<</mia>> Her breathing starts getting really heavy and she starts writhing in pleasure as you increase the pace. <<mia>>'Hoooly... Faster, fasteeeerr yes!'<</mia>> As you keep licking her, since your cock is already out you start playing with it. Licking her feels wonderful, between her scent and smooth skin and your sex rapidly swells to full mast. Her orgasm does not take long, and soon she clamps your legs around your head. <video src='media/Chapter 5/miaorgasm.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> She probably screams at some point, though you only hear a muffled sound. Her body goes rigid: you struggle a bit for air as you focus on her pleasure. The sensation of surrender, combined with her scent is just too much and you reach your own orgasm as well. You surrender to the ecstasy as you cum all over your hand. <video src='media/Chapter 5/miamcorgasm.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> She finally releases you from her grip, as you catch your breath. <<mia>>'Oh, wow, this... this was amazing!'<</mia>> She says, an incredulous accent in her words. <<you>>'Y-yeah, it... wow...'<</you>> You say, still dazed by the sheer intensity of the experience. She looks at your cum covered hand. <<mia>>'Lick it. Lick it up.'<</mia>> She says, biting her lips. Still in the afterglow of your orgasm, you obey and lick it up. <<else>>You take off your pants. As you do so, Mia takes hers off and sits on the couch. As you approach, you realise you have no idea what to do. You've seen it in porn... well, in quite a lot of porn, but it's not the same. She helps you out finding a good position and you push it in. The sensation of being enveloped is fantastic, but you're getting more and more nervous. You start thrusting back and forth, but your erection is quickly subsiding, probably due to nervousness<<if $drinksattheparty gte 5>>, though the alcohol certainly doesn't help<</if>>. Mia seems to enjoy your touch, but she does not seem particularly aroused. <<you>>'Ehm... sorry, I've... never...'<</you>> She nods in acknowledgement and smiles. <<mia>>'Let me help you out.'<</mia>> She takes your cock out and starts jerking you slowly as she kisses you. <video src='media/Chapter 5/Miajerk.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> It's slow and tender: you reach out to touch her vulva and start exploring with your fingers. Her movements are soft and precise, and without the pressure to perform your arousal starts building up. She moans as well as you touch her. The intensity and intimacy of the whole experience quickly bring you to your climax. <<you>>'Ahh... Mia, I'm... I'm...'<</you>> <<mia>>'Yes, let... ahh, let it out!'<</mia>> She says, increasing the pace, which triggers an explosive orgasm: your body goes rigid as you unload in her hand. You catch your breath, surprised by the raw sensation of your climax, and realised you removed your hand from her pussy. <<you>>'Do... do you w-want me to...?'<</you>> She caresses your face. <<mia>>'Nah, don't worry, there... there'll be other occasions.'<</mia>> Your heart sinks a bit: she made you cum and she clearly didn't. <<mia>>'Hey, don't look so glum, I liked it.'<span> She brings her cum-filled hand towards your face. </span>'Tell you what. Try eating it.'<</mia>> You give her a shocked look. She giggles. <<mia>>'Ooh, come ooon, it will be fun, promise!'<</mia>> You lick her hand and taste your cum. <</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miacumeating.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Mia End 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $firstpartytellolialcohol is 1>><div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Oli has increased@@</span></b></center></div><</if>> After what seems like an eternity, you finally stumble into your apartment. <<oli>>'Not... feelwell.'<</oli>> //Shit//. <<you>>'Hang on, almost there!'<</you>> You rush him to the bathroom and just manage to get his head in the toilet. You close the door as he does his business, while you breathe a deep sigh of relief at the uncomfortably close call of having to clean your whole apartment. Meanwhile you open the window to air the room and make sure the bed is ready. Once Oli is done in the bathroom, you knock and go in. He is kneeling and hugging the toilet. <<you>>'Oh man, you are in a bad shape. Oli...'<span> You kneel beside him and clean his mouth. </span>'You need to shower.'<</you>> He looks at you, a spark of understanding over his face. You help him stand up: he is still out of it, but seems to feel a bit better. Obediently, he strips down and gets in the shower. You cannot help but notice he is clean shaven, his skin is flawless and is completely smooth, even in the... genital area. Speaking of, your gaze lingers on his ass: //huh, I guess I'm not the only man with a weirdly attractive one//. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/oliass.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You think as you turn on the shower. Oli is startled by the water, but does not try to get out, instead lets the water wash over him in silence. You use the time to gather his very dirty clothes and, after emptying his pockets, put them in the washing machine, they are way too dirty for him to wear. Tomorrow morning, you can go to his place to get new ones... Or maybe even lend him some of your own, after Alana's <<if $clothes is 2 or $clothes is 3>>and the local tailor <</if>>you have plenty you won't use. You decide on the latter, as it's way simpler, and probably better for Oli, this way he does not have to give you his keys. You put the clothes on a chair beside the bed and are about to undress yourself when you hear the shower stop. You rush to the bathroom to see that, albeit very slowly, he is trying to dry himself off with the towel you set aside. When he sees you, he looks at you. <<oli>>'Oh, I... I think I... asked you this... already... but why are you here?'<</oli>> You can't suppress a chuckle. <<you>>'We met at the park. Now you're at my place. Are you ok wearing this to sleep?'<</you>> You say, showing his boxers and one of your baggy T-shirts with the London Shard Logo. He nods, then looks at you, with that same glazed expression. <<if $firstpartytellolialcohol is 1>><<set $olifriendship to $olifriendship+2>><<oli>>'You... told me not to drink... anymore. You were right... sorry.'<</oli>> He sniffs. <<you>>'It's okay. Don't worry about it.'<</you>> You reply, reassuring him. <<else>><<oli>>'Where is... Did mom call you?'<</oli>> He asks. <<you>>'Ehm, no... I... just found you in the park. Oh, your cellphone is here.'<</you>> You take it out of your pocket and hand it over. He briefly looks at it, then looks back at you. <<oli>>'She has... not called?'<</oli>> Right, he tried to call his mother. He sniffs. <<you>>'Hey, maybe she is asleep.'<</you>> You reply, trying to reassure him.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Oli seems on the verge of tears, so you exit the bathroom to give him a moment. //Geez, what a downer ending to the evening//. At least he seems a bit more lucid now. Suddenly he calls from the bathroom. <<oli>>'Ehm, Mom?'<</oli>> //Maybe I spoke too soon//. You poke your head inside the bathroom and he is in front of the sink. <<you>>'Yes, Oli?'<</you>> As he sees you, he seems confused. <<oli>>'Oh, right, you're here. Did... did you take my toothbrush?'<</oli>> He asks. <<you>>'No, Oli, I don't have your toothbrush. We're at my place, remember?'<</you>> He stays still for a moment, processing the information, then says. <<oli>>'Oh, right... sorry.'<</oli>> Since now he is dried up and dressed, you decide to take the initiative once again. <<you>>'Oli, you're tired and drunk.'<span> Potted, wasted, smashed, shitfaced, plastered and stonkered, but let's just say drunk. </span>'Let's lie down and go to bed, yes?'<</you>> You say, producing one of your most persuasive smiles. He thinks about it for a moment, then nods. He moves slowly and is still a little unsteady on his legs, so you accompany him to the bed, and put him in. <<you>>'There you go. Now sleep, everything will be alright tomorrow.'<</you>> You say, putting the covers over him. As you're about to go to the bathroom yourself, he grabs your hand. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/olihandholding.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<oli>>'You... Can you stay here?'<</oli>> He asks, a pleading tone in his voice. You look at him, and nod. <<oli>>'Thank you.'<</oli>> He says with a weak yet genuine smile. You feel a bit silly, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his hand. You're also dead tired. Thankfully he seems quite sleepy, he won't be long for Morpheus's embrace. <<oli>>'Ehm, $name? Did I ever tell you you're very hot?'<</oli>> //What? Where did this come... Oh, right, I'm still wearing... everything//. <<you>>'Sure, buddy. Now, try to sleep, ok?'<</you>> You say, patting his head. He smiles back, and closes his eyes. A few seconds later, he starts snoring. Carefully, you slip away and go to the bathroom, so you can go to bed yourself. That is where you see yourself in the mirror. Well, that very feminine version of yourself, your makeup still preserved, still looking alien... And yet, you almost forgot about it: hell, you did forget, Oli's comment just reminded you of it. This was new and strange but... good, definitely something to keep in mind. Well, back to being a manly man! You think as you wash away the makeup and put on your pijamas. As you come back to the bedroom, you hear Oli snoring peacefully: you gather it's been a while since he drank anything, and with everything else he should not be at risk of coma. You carefully crawl on the other side of the bed: he does not seem to notice, so you adjust your pillow and lay down. It's a relief to finally be in bed, as tiredness envelops you so quickly that you completely forget Tanya's earphones and fall asleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Oli End 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You wake up pretty late in the morning. You jolt in fear as you sense someone else in your bed, then you remember Oli and immediately call yourself an idiot for overreacting. You look at the time, then gingerly stand up and go take a shower, since you forgot the night before and now you really need one. As you're done, you wipe the mirror clean from the condensation and your familiar old self looks back. That popular persona you wore yesterday was nice and... unexpectedly comfortable? At least compared to what you are used to. You finish your morning routine, and, as you wash your face, you hear some movements from the bedroom. You quickly put something on and walk back to greet Oli. <<you>>'Good morning sunshine!'<</you>> You say, trying to put him at ease. As soon as hears you, he winces in pain. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/olihungover.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<oli>>'Loud. So loud.'<</oli>> He says, awake but clearly in the throes of what looks like a massive hangover. <<you>>'Oh, sorry.'<</you>> You whisper, trying to suppress a giggle. <<you>>'Would you like some water?'<</you>> He nods. You quickly fill up a glass and bring it to him. He avidly gulps down the water. He then grabs your arm. <<oli>>'Thank you. For everything, not just the water.'<</oli>> He is looking right in your eyes. He is definitely himself this morning, though the sadness seems to stay with him even in sobriety. <<you>>'Hey, no sweat. What are friends for, right?'<</you>> You were expecting a half smile from your attempt at humour, instead Oli just nods, his mood remains sombre. <<you>>'Ehm, anyway... I washed your clothes yesterday, they were... soiled, and now they are clean but damp. Would these do?'<</you>> You ask, handing over the clothes you prepared before. <<oli>>'Oh, that's... very kind, thank you.'<</oli>> He takes them and quickly dresses up. He actually looks a bit odd in your old clothes, but he just needs to go back to his place, so no biggie. He grabs his clothes, feeling their wetness. <<you>>'You probably need to hang them out to dry... and maybe they'll need ironing.'<</you>> You say, just trying to keep the conversation going. <<oli>>'Yes... Sorry, I am a bit out of it. I'll just go, if you don't mind. Ehm... We'll see each other on Tuesday evening for your training? I'll... return the clothes then.'<</oli>> You feel bad that he seems so down, but he does not appear angry towards you. <<you>>'Sure, it's a date! Take care, ok?'<</you>> You accompany him to the door and he gives you a big hug as he departs.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Thanks]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $miainvitedtopreparty is 1>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/commonroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/miaorangedress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/commonroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia_party.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You make sure you can't be seen from the door as Mia opens the door. <<mia>>'Correy. I thought you left.'<</mia>> She says, as you hear someone coming in. <<correy>>'Told you I'd be back. You know you owe me, so get to it, bitch.'<</correy>> <<if $mia is 1 or $firstpartymiasidescene is 1>>Correy? So he was the one calling? <<if $firstpartymiasidescene is 1>>Why is he back? And why isn't she telling him to piss off like she did before? Questions hang in your head as you witness the scene with increased incredulity.<</if>> <<else>>You don't know that voice. You carefully and gingerly peek from behind the couch to see a big white guy in his mid-twenties, a smug expression on his.. mug, and he's probably a bit of a mug as well.<</if>> You hear some shuffling and some movement. You take a look from behind the couch and watch in utter shock as you see Mia on her knees. She is looking up at Correy and taking his dick in her mouth. <video src='media/Chapter 5/miacorreybj.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> You are almost enraptured as you watch her head going up and down, the strangeness of the situation combined with your lingering arousal. Suddenly she takes it all in, and you hear her gagging as Correy's dick reaches her throat. She looks fully engrossed and... participating in the act. This should give you a pang of jealousy, but the feeling of alienation prevails and you are focused towards understanding what's going on. <<correy>>'Yes, just like that. This is your place in life, you gloating whore, you'd better swallow it or you'll regret it.'<</correy>> He is almost grunting as he speaks, he is clearly getting off on demeaning her. You consider stepping in to protect Mia: on one hand, she explicitly told you not to step in. On the other hand, despite her apparent compliance, you don't think she actually likes it. Still, you decide to remain hidden like she asked you, also because you are afraid Correy will turn violent and treat Mia even worse. Correy stands up and grunts once more, unloading on Mia's face. <video src='media/Chapter 5/miacorreycum.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> <<correy>>'Now, be a good girl and clean me up.'<</correy>> Mia, smiling, dutifully obeys. <<correy>>'Now, swallow and thank me.'<</correy>> You hear her gulping, then she opens her mouth again to him, and speaks. <<mia>>'Thank you for you load, Sir.'<</mia>> <<correy>>'Good. You will still owe your penance. Repeat that.'<</correy>> <<mia>>'I... still owe my penance.'<</mia>> He grunts in approval and just walks away. You hear the door closing and as his steps fade away. You come up from behind the couch and see Mia still on her knees, cleaning up her face with a tissue. You rush and instinctively give her a hug.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Firstparty Mia End 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Suddenly the lights go out and the two of you are suddenly in complete darkness. Someone must have shut down the lights in the building, you think as you carefully disentagle yourself from Mia and look out the window. <<mia>>'Oh, they're shutting down the building, we need to go out, quickly!'<</mia>> Using your cellphones to light the way, she leads you through the corridor to the emergency exit, which thankfully is not locked. When you get out, you both breathe a sigh of relief. <<mia>>'I reeeeeally was not looking forward to a night on the couch!'<</mia>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/characters/Miagiddy.png" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She laughs, seemingly recovering her bubbly persona, though her previous melancholy mood seems to linger on. The night is a bit chilly but there is a beautiful starry sky as you walk her home. As you tell her goodnight, she hugs you and kisses you one last time. Again, it's sweet and romantic. As you break the kiss, she adjust your clothes a bit. <<mia>>'Thank you again for tonight. I... I think we'll both be very busy next week, with the investor meeting coming up, but we should be able to find some time to hang out. And, sorry for not saying that before, but I like you too.'<</mia>> She says with earnest commitment. You kiss her one last time and wish her goodnight. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/Chapter 5/miafinalkiss.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As you walk back to your apartment, you replay the crazy events. What an insane end to the party, and yet you can't stop smiling. You had sex, and you have a... relationship, question mark? With Mia, which is great. There are a lot of unanswered questions still lingering<<if $mialunch is 1 or $partyscmiainfo is 1>>, including the fact that she is seemingly very outspoken about liking... big things and yet clearly had a good time tonight<</if>>. But you will have time to find answers as you spend more time together. As you enter the apartment, a wave of tiredness washes over you. You decide to shower before bed, after that party you need one. You quickly disrobe and go into the bathroom. As you enter, you see that feminine face staring at you from the mirror. You stop and look at it: it still feels... alien... but not scary anymore. You also realise that you completely forgot you were wearing it for the better part of the evening. And hey, you scored with this face, so it's definitely something to keep in mind for the future. You get closer and examine it: the makeup is not as pristine as when it was put on. It's a bit blurry around the eyes and a lot blurrier around the mouth, which makes sense given all the kissing<<if $partymiaendnocumeating isnot 1>> and cum-related... activities<</if>>. Well, back to being a manly man! You think as you turn on the tap and wash away the makeup. You take a quick, very refreshing shower, dry yourself and crawl up in bed. You are so tired that you completely forget about Tanya's earphones and are soon fast asleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Thanks]]>><</button>>@@</div>